Starting off this week with some sentences for @meggiejolly @auburnlaughter and @twyrewolf from my fic where your wings reflect your soulmate’s soul. Thanks for making me write!

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"Really," Stiles says, giving his sarcasm full rein. "A movie store clerk and a bus driver killed your family."

"Everyone I killed was involved in either the fire or the cover-up," Peter says calmly, as if Stiles had asked a sincere question.

"I don't believe you," Stiles says, but he feels a niggle of doubt.

"Lie," Peter says calmly in response. "Well, a half-truth, to be precise. I wouldn't lie to you, sweetheart. It's no way to build a relationship."

"Don't call me that," Stiles snaps. It seems easier than addressing the assumption of their relationship.

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Some sentences from Stasis for @wizisbored @stonemaskedtaliesin @kalira @tamsinswriting and @twyrewolf. Thanks for making me write!

For all his ill-tempered ways, Derek isn't really inclined towards hating people. He thinks that Sheriff Stilinski may prove to be an exception He hasn't even met the man, but he already wants to yell at him for how he's so clearly neglected and mistreated Stiles. Or worse.

"Should I be worried," Stiles asks, drawing Derek from his thoughts.

He looks at Stiles and sees he's staring at Derek's hands on the steering wheel. When Derek follows his gaze, he sees his claws are out. He flexes his hands and, with a conscious effort, his claws retract.

"No," he says. "I would never hurt you."

"But you were thinking about hurting someone," Stiles observes. It doesn't sound like a question. "You growled," he adds.

Derek hadn't even noticed. He marvels at how comfortable he is with Stiles after such a short period of time.

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Here are some sentences from a future chapter of devil don’t take a break, which is now part of the @wipbigbang. Thanks to @twyrewolf @kalira and @tamsinswriting for making me write!

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The sheriff looks thoughtful, but Stiles scowls.

"Why would we do that?" he snaps.

"Your grandmother is a hunter matriarch and I'm a werewolf," Derek says, not really believing he has to say something so obvious.

"Dude, are you really scared of my grandma?" Stiles says, his tail curving through the air behind him.

"Son, I'm scared of your grandma and I carry a gun. Leave him alone," the sheriff says before Derek can defend himself.

Stiles mostly subsides, muttering. "I would never let her hurt you," at Derek.

"It is not so much that" Derek says carefully. "I just can’t imagine she'll be happy about us being, you know…"

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Some sentences from an upcoming chapter of Trading Up, which is also part of the @wipbigbang. Thanks for the asks, @twyrewolf @kalira and @tamsinswriting!

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Derek's phone beeps with a text message and he laughs. "My mom just asked if I thought you would be comfortable with Chantal coming out to examine you."

"Will she have to notify anyone?" Stiles asks. "I'm not sure yet if we can trust this Druid Council."

Derek shakes his head. "Chantal isn't a druid and we've conveniently already notified you guys with this conversation."

Stiles grins. "Good point."

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Some sentences from my fic for the Multiamory March day 2 prompt “matching accessories”. Thanks for the asks, @artsiesforever anr @twyrewolf !

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Derek laughs. "You wanna know the real reason I didn't want to go with them?"

"A reason besides how much you hate shopping?"

Derek nods. "Those two are going to nearly get in a fight about who is going to pay for the watches. This way, I don't get kicked out of any stores and I don't have to ride back home with those two and their blue balls."

Stiles laughs. "So you're saying this trip is just going to be foreplay for them."

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Some very belated sentences from my zany discord challenge crossover fic for @kallisto-k @auburnlaughter and @camelotsfavouriteknight . Thanks for making me write!

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"And yet, regret is a thing we are both very familiar with," Daemon says, knowing he can speak for Lucivar on this.

"Do you regret your kills?" a laconic voice asks.

"No," Daemon and Lucivar say in unison.

"There you have it," the speaker, who had been introduced as Archer says. "Like calls to like,"

Blood calls to Blood, Lucivar says in Daemon's head.

You think this is why we're here? Daemon sends back.

"Are you two talking to each other in your heads?" August asks, appearing fascinated.

"That's so unfair," Noah whines.

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Some sentences from my Stackson friendship movie fixit for @auburnlaughter @eriquin @twyrewolf and @kalira. Thanks for making me write!

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Stiles knows his surprise is showing on his face. He can't seem to help the way his eyes stray to the band on Jackson's left ring finger.

Jackson gives a wry laugh. It sounds pained. "I don't know why I'm still wearing it," he says, clearly having noticed Stiles' glance. "Lydia gave me hell when she saw it. I guess I just didn't want to deal with any questions. It's hard enough being back here without having to recount my failure of a marriage as well."

Stiles nods in understanding. He still has at least one person either ask him about Lydia or tell him what a shame it is they didn't work out every visit back. It's tedious.

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Here are several sentences from somnolescent for @kalira @lizhly @auburnlaughter and @wizisbored. Thanks for making me write!

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Stiles doesn't know how long they kiss. When Peter draws back from Stiles lips he doesn't go far. He trails his lips over Stiles' cheek to his ear.

"Get some more sleep, sweetheart," he whispers.

Stiles doesn't know when he closed his eyes, but he leaves them shut. There's a rustling noise. "You're leaving?" he asks, surprised and also a little disappointed, if he's willing to be honest.

"No, I'm just taking off my shoes," Peter says.

Stiles bites back the sudden urge to point out there's no way Peter will be able to sleep well in his tight jeans. He's not sure he's comfortable with the idea of sleeping with a half-naked Peter. He's not sure he'll be able to sleep with him there at all.

He startles when Peter settles on his side and puts his hand on Stiles' chest.

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Some sentences from my Sky and Sea fill for @deterweek 2026. Thanks for the ask, @stonemaskedtaliesin!

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"Peter," Derek growls.

"Derek," is Peter's calm, predictable reply.

"How do I get rid of them?" Derek flat out asks.

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Some sentences from my Multiamory March day 7 fic for the prompt “but I don’t regret anything” for @kalira and @noisesfrombeyondtheuniverse. Thanks for making me write!

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Derek swallows hard, but he doesn't argue the point. Stiles doesn't know if it's that he can't or if he's just trying to keep the peace with Peter. A thought comes to him.

"What about Scott?" he asks.

Peter gives him a sharp look, followed by a lazy smile. "Now, why would you ever imagine I would regret my only choice of a beta?" he drawls.

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Here are some sentences from won’t you take me from this valley, my Regency time travel nonsense fic. Thanks for making me write, @tamsinswriting @twyrewolf @meggiejolly and @auburnlaughter.

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Stiles frowns. "So, not only can you smell what I'm feeling, you can also feel it, too? That's so unfair!" He knows he's pouting, but he can't help it. Derek already had all the advantages, and now he gets this, too?

Derek sighs heavily. "It goes both ways," he says.

"What?" Stiles says, not sure what he means.

"The mate bond," Derek says. "It may take you some time to learn to read it, since you are unaccustomed to pack bonds, but I am confident you will learn faster than the average human."

Stiles brightens at that. "Because I'm so awesome and smart?"

"Because you have magic," Derek says, voice dry, but when Stiles looks he sees his lips twitch.

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Some sentences from my 5soulmates challenge soulmate goose of enforcement. Thanks to @aparticularbandit @twyrewolf and @wizisbored for making me write!

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Stiles sighs heavily, or as heavily as he can with a goose on his chest.

"Can you at least move so I can get up and get ready for school?" he asks, not sure why he's treating the goose like it can understand English.

The goose honks again, but obligingly hops off Stiles and onto the floor. Stiles resolves not to think about it. That way lies addressing why a goose is in his room and that way lies madness. Stiles is just glad his dad is already at work. The goose must have appeared after his dad looked in on him that morning. Stiles says appeared, because he's dead certain this is a magical goose. There's just something about its beady eyes and the way the light reflects off its feathers. He's pretty sure he knows what type of magical water fowl it is, but he's not thinking about that before coffee.

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And, finally, some more sentences from ‘another fucking sleeping beauty fic’ for @twyrewolf. Thanks for making me write!

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Derek swallows the noise the prince makes and forces himself to draw back from his lips enough to say, "What's wrong?"

Prompt + Pairing: Open

²⁶⁾ “i know what exes are, and i know you two aren’t them.”

Jackson broke the kiss first, panting heavily as he was bullied against the wall by Derek. They had been arguing and shouting about something that Jackson couldn't even remember, and now Derek's tongue was halfway down his throat.

"What about Stiles?" He finally managed to push the wolf's face away, Derek's lips and teeth moving to his throat now. “i know what exes are, and i know you two aren’t them.”

"We didn't break up." Derek confirmed, biting at Jackson's sensitive skin.

He bit back a moan, baring his throat for the attention. "So you're cheating on him?"

"As if he could cheat on me. I have him wrapped around my finger." Stiles walked into the room with a shit eating grin on his face, stepping up.

Jackson let out a shocked whine as Stiles kissed him next, Derek still biting down around his neck while Stiles did something that left Jackson's knees weak. He wanted to ask what was happening, but why ruin the moment?

Derek's hands moved down Jackson's stomach, fingers curling over his half-hard erection. Next, Stiles' hand slid down with his, slowly squeezing at the base while Derek focused on the tip. When had Jackson gotten naked?

"Do you mind if I go first?" Derek asked as he left a large mark against Jackson's skin. "I've been wanting to fuck him since I sank my teeth into his side." This wasn't happening, there was no way Jackson's wettest of wet dreams was happening right now.

"Feel free," Stiles pulled back from his lips, a glint in his eyes. "I have a bigger cock anyways. You'll loosen him up for me."

Derek's smile grew predatory, the same look he gave Jackson the night he had been bit. "Fair warning, I like to be rough."

"Fuck," Jackson whispered, feeling himself forced to all fours in front of the two very naked men. "Yes please."

The alarm went off almost immediately and Jackson shot up like a rocket. His heart pounded so loud in his ears as he glanced around his dorm room looking for some confirmation that had really happened.

But no, of course it hadn't. He was still in London, Derek and Stiles were still in Beacon Hills.

Prompt + Pairing: Open - slow to reply but will still do the

¹⁸³⁾ “your lipstick’s all over me!”

“Your lipstck’s all over me!” Stiles complained as he pulled his hand back from Jackson’s face. “Seriously, this is what you get for choosing Arsenal. I said Justice League!”

“It’s eye grease, not lipstick, jackass. And Arsenal was in the Justice League as Red Arrow, so get your facts straight, Stilinski.” Jackson pushed back, flicking his hood up as he sulked on the couch. “You only picked Justice League so you could be Batman.”

Stiles made an offended face because that was what he was, offended. “I did NOT! I was the one who said I’d be fine with the stupid Suicide Squad idea. You were the one who pushed for Justice League so that we could —”

“I look like an idiot.”

Jackson and Stiles turned to see Derek in the costume they had picked for him: tight blue spandex leaving nothing to the imagination, red cape almost touching the floor, hair pushed in the most un-Derek way possible, and beard perfectly removed like it had never been there before.

“No way, you look like a leader.” Stiles bit his lip as he tried not to sound too eager. “Give us a spin, Alpha.”

Derek narrowed his eyes but turned perfectly in a circle so they could both see just how tight it was the whole way around.

“Is this really what the invitation said?” Derek asked, doubt creeping into his voice.

Stiles shot a glance over to Jackson, the two almost in perfect communication with one another as they always seemed to be when it came to Derek.

“Yeah, it said superheroes,” Jackson lied easily, shrugging his shoulders. “You know how Erica and Stiles have that stupid Catwoman/Batman banter.”

Derek still looked doubtful but didn’t say anything more. “Fine, then we should get going. One of you needs to carry my wallet.”

Jackson winked to Stiles, the two of them watching their boyfriend’s perky ass swagger out of the hotel room.