Prisoner (the wanted),
But any fandom is welcome following me means listening to me talking about my baes and Queen Tyler and becoming my new best friend
But you need me to survive, which is why you are not letting me go.
"What do you think? Tighten a few screws here, replace a belt there?" "I think I’ve seen roadkill that looks better than this engine.” "So… that means you can fix it, right?" "Maybe, if you’re not in a hurry.”
Sterek AU: Stiles’ car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Fortunately for him he finds a lonely gas station manned by a ridiculously hot mechanic who might be able to help him. Not so fortunately for him, there’s a reason Derek Hale is lying low out here in careful obscurity. When the danger from Derek’s past catches up with him before the repairs are finished, Stiles finds himself sucked into the adventure of a lifetime. Thrown together in a struggle for survival, Stiles becomes increasingly drawn to his taciturn new companion while Derek discovers to his confused surprise that apparently not everyone in the world is willing to betray him just to save themselves.
Stiles wakes up to Derek pulling him into his lap; arms protectively wrapping around him while softly hushing him. His throat is sore, he’s sucking for air, but he’s not screaming anymore. His heart is racing, the terror still aching heavily in his chest, and he’s clutching the arms holding him on pure instinct.
"You’re awake," Derek tells him, his hot breath curling over the back of Stiles’ neck. "You’re okay. You’re awake."
It takes a moment of further reassuring before Stiles remembers how to breathe again. He goes limp in Derek’s arms and probably would’ve fallen to the floor if it hadn’t been for Derek firmly keeping him in place. Stiles whimpers, wondering if his dad will come running, but figures he would’ve done it already if not thinking Derek could handle it.
"This was a bad idea," Derek sighs into his hair. "I’m not helping."
"You are," Stiles pants out, chest still heaving and fingers still digging into Derek’s arm. He hadn’t been screaming as much this time, and despite the nightmare he has a feeling it’d be twice as horrible if Derek hadn’t been there. "Please, just— Don’t leave."
His plea is barely a whisper, but he knows Derek heard it when he nuzzles his neck and tightens his arms around him.
Last night I passed 10,000 followers, and since I have PS block right now but still wanted to give you guys something in thanks, I played around with my old projects. This is one colored frame from this gif, which is probably still the best thing I’ve ever done.
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