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[#114] You Know How I Keep You Guessing (Teen Wolf)
Theme Prompt: #114 – Unexpected Visitors
Title: You Know How I Keep You Guessing
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 942
Summary: Stiles gets an unexpected visitor when planning a romantic weekend.
Stiles checks the time before doing one last spin around the apartment. According to Cora’s last update, she would get into town in roughly twenty minutes and he wanted everything to be perfect. Their romantic weekends together have been few since he moved to DC. They knew what they were getting into—he was still in FBI training, and she was helping Scott with his plans to track down Monroe—but he still misses her. Which is why everything needed to go off without a hitch.
There’s plenty of food in the fridge. The bedroom is clean of questionable odors. He even went so far as to Febreeze the whole place with something light that wouldn’t irritate her delicate werewolf senses. That his apartment is in such a state of cleanliness would probably stun most, but he doesn’t care.
The only thing that matters is he and Cora having an entire weekend to themselves where they don’t have to leave the apartment or deal with other people, just as she requested. He does one last pass around the place to make sure everything is ready when there’s a knock on the door. He takes a deep breath, checks to make sure he still smells good, before turning and opening the door with a grin.
“Well, hello—Scott?”
“Hey, man!” Scott grins as he pushes through, leaning in for a bro hug. Stiles is happy to give it to him, because it’s been a long time since he’s seen Scott as well, but it’s not the person he was looking to be hugging.
“Dude, what are you doing here?” He hopes it doesn’t come off as awkward as it sounds in his head.
“Oh, not much. Just got into town on a Monroe thing, so I thought I’d pop by and surprise my best friend.” Scott grins as he claps a hand on his shoulder before turning and heading further into the apartment. “You on-call this weekend?”
“Uh—no, not really.” Stiles ducks his head out the door, glancing both ways to make sure Cora wasn’t right behind him, before closing the door. “But I sorta had plans.”
“Oh, sorry, man, I should have called.” Yes, Scott. Yes, you should have. “Any way I can tag along?” Scott pauses as he notices the bottle of Febreeze sitting on the living room coffee table and he picks it up with a frown.
Stiles dashes forward to take it out of his hands. “Actually, I was using that. Freshening the place up, you know?”
“Uh-huh.” Scott’s eyebrows rise in suspicion before he looks around the room at how neat everything is. Then at his best friend. Then he turns and leaves the living room to poke around the rest of the apartment.
“Scott? Where are you going?”
“Your entire apartment is clean.” Scott glances back over his shoulder as he pulls open the door. “And there’s a full weekend’s supply of food in the fridge.”
“What?” Stiles shrugs. “I’m a responsible adult now.”
Scott gives him a look. “Chocolate covered strawberries?”
“I’m expanding my tastes!”
“The exact flavor of jerky that Cora likes?” Scott pushes up and closes the fridge door. “Dude, why didn’t you just tell me you guys had planned a weekend together?”
Stiles shrugs. “She was going to drop in while she was in town. I wanted to be prepared.”
“I know you guys are dating.”
Stiles straightens, then he squints. “How do you know we’re dating? I didn’t tell you we were dating.”
“I’m a werewolf, dude. My nose works, and while Cora is careful enough to be discreet, you aren’t always.”
Stiles’ cheeks turn red, before he rubs the back of his neck. “How long have you known?”
“A while.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I figured you would tell me when you were ready to tell me.”
“Does Derek know?”
“Well, you’re still here, so… I don’t think so?” Scott shrugs. “Hard to say for sure. Maybe he’s just really evolved about it.”
Stiles shakes his head because no. He’s pretty sure that if Derek knew the kinds of things Stiles did to his sister, Stiles would not still be breathing. So he’ll just hope that the sour wolf remains oblivious. “Maybe,” he responds half-heartedly.
“I think the bigger question is, why didn’t you tell me?”
Stiles shrugs. “I’m still not sure where this is going. I mean, whenever she’s in town, things happen, but we haven’t actually talked about what we want or where it’s going.”
“Hales aren’t very good at that.”
“No, they’re not. And she always has to bounce out quick when a new Monroe lead comes up, so we never really had the time to talk. But this weekend, we have the entire weekend and… I want to have that conversation.”
“So you’re putting your best foot forward.”
“I’m doing my best,” he nods, before looking up at Scott. “So no offense, because I love you and would totally hang if it were any other weekend but—”
“No, I get it. I’ll go.” A knock sounds at the door, and Scott steps back. “I’ll sneak out the fire escape?”
“You’re the best, buddy.”
Scott goes to do as asked, and Stiles approaches the door with another deep breath. “You better be Cora, or this is just not my night.” He pulls it open and sees his favorite girl on the other side, and flashes her a smile. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she grins, before her nose tips, confused. “Scott here?”
“Just left. It’s just you and me.”
She grins in return before taking his hand as he pulls her inside. “Good. Just how I like it.”
Title: You Know How I Keep You Guessing
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 942
Summary: Stiles gets an unexpected visitor when planning a romantic weekend.
Stiles checks the time before doing one last spin around the apartment. According to Cora’s last update, she would get into town in roughly twenty minutes and he wanted everything to be perfect. Their romantic weekends together have been few since he moved to DC. They knew what they were getting into—he was still in FBI training, and she was helping Scott with his plans to track down Monroe—but he still misses her. Which is why everything needed to go off without a hitch.
There’s plenty of food in the fridge. The bedroom is clean of questionable odors. He even went so far as to Febreeze the whole place with something light that wouldn’t irritate her delicate werewolf senses. That his apartment is in such a state of cleanliness would probably stun most, but he doesn’t care.
The only thing that matters is he and Cora having an entire weekend to themselves where they don’t have to leave the apartment or deal with other people, just as she requested. He does one last pass around the place to make sure everything is ready when there’s a knock on the door. He takes a deep breath, checks to make sure he still smells good, before turning and opening the door with a grin.
“Well, hello—Scott?”
“Hey, man!” Scott grins as he pushes through, leaning in for a bro hug. Stiles is happy to give it to him, because it’s been a long time since he’s seen Scott as well, but it’s not the person he was looking to be hugging.
“Dude, what are you doing here?” He hopes it doesn’t come off as awkward as it sounds in his head.
“Oh, not much. Just got into town on a Monroe thing, so I thought I’d pop by and surprise my best friend.” Scott grins as he claps a hand on his shoulder before turning and heading further into the apartment. “You on-call this weekend?”
“Uh—no, not really.” Stiles ducks his head out the door, glancing both ways to make sure Cora wasn’t right behind him, before closing the door. “But I sorta had plans.”
“Oh, sorry, man, I should have called.” Yes, Scott. Yes, you should have. “Any way I can tag along?” Scott pauses as he notices the bottle of Febreeze sitting on the living room coffee table and he picks it up with a frown.
Stiles dashes forward to take it out of his hands. “Actually, I was using that. Freshening the place up, you know?”
“Uh-huh.” Scott’s eyebrows rise in suspicion before he looks around the room at how neat everything is. Then at his best friend. Then he turns and leaves the living room to poke around the rest of the apartment.
“Scott? Where are you going?”
“Your entire apartment is clean.” Scott glances back over his shoulder as he pulls open the door. “And there’s a full weekend’s supply of food in the fridge.”
“What?” Stiles shrugs. “I’m a responsible adult now.”
Scott gives him a look. “Chocolate covered strawberries?”
“I’m expanding my tastes!”
“The exact flavor of jerky that Cora likes?” Scott pushes up and closes the fridge door. “Dude, why didn’t you just tell me you guys had planned a weekend together?”
Stiles shrugs. “She was going to drop in while she was in town. I wanted to be prepared.”
“I know you guys are dating.”
Stiles straightens, then he squints. “How do you know we’re dating? I didn’t tell you we were dating.”
“I’m a werewolf, dude. My nose works, and while Cora is careful enough to be discreet, you aren’t always.”
Stiles’ cheeks turn red, before he rubs the back of his neck. “How long have you known?”
“A while.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I figured you would tell me when you were ready to tell me.”
“Does Derek know?”
“Well, you’re still here, so… I don’t think so?” Scott shrugs. “Hard to say for sure. Maybe he’s just really evolved about it.”
Stiles shakes his head because no. He’s pretty sure that if Derek knew the kinds of things Stiles did to his sister, Stiles would not still be breathing. So he’ll just hope that the sour wolf remains oblivious. “Maybe,” he responds half-heartedly.
“I think the bigger question is, why didn’t you tell me?”
Stiles shrugs. “I’m still not sure where this is going. I mean, whenever she’s in town, things happen, but we haven’t actually talked about what we want or where it’s going.”
“Hales aren’t very good at that.”
“No, they’re not. And she always has to bounce out quick when a new Monroe lead comes up, so we never really had the time to talk. But this weekend, we have the entire weekend and… I want to have that conversation.”
“So you’re putting your best foot forward.”
“I’m doing my best,” he nods, before looking up at Scott. “So no offense, because I love you and would totally hang if it were any other weekend but—”
“No, I get it. I’ll go.” A knock sounds at the door, and Scott steps back. “I’ll sneak out the fire escape?”
“You’re the best, buddy.”
Scott goes to do as asked, and Stiles approaches the door with another deep breath. “You better be Cora, or this is just not my night.” He pulls it open and sees his favorite girl on the other side, and flashes her a smile. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she grins, before her nose tips, confused. “Scott here?”
“Just left. It’s just you and me.”
She grins in return before taking his hand as he pulls her inside. “Good. Just how I like it.”