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teencopandthesourwolf · 10 months ago
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SLURPY DURPY
for @sterekdrabbles 29.01.24 challenge. the prompt words were: SAD, MILK and KISS. #POV stiles, #crude banter.
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“I'll go with him, Der” Stiles offers. 
Derek shoots him a rare not-glare, nods to Isaac, then leaves. 
“You know, you can't milk Sad Lil Puppy-Dog forever, Lahey,” Stiles sighs.
Isaac flutters annoyingly pretty lashes.
Stiles flips him the bird.
“Didn't think you had daddy issues, Stilinski, but seems you wanna kiss some Alpha bussy. With tongue.” Isaac does something truly disgusting with his mouth. 
Stiles inwardly curses the supernatural when the perfectly aimed pen he throws misses Lahey's head entirely.
“What the hell is a bussy?” Derek shouts from outside. 
“OMG I HATE WEREWOLVES!” Stiles very much outwardly curses.
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hedwig221b · 7 months ago
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Thinking about my Untouchable...
Thinking about little meow-meow omega Stiles who is so smart he's considered weird... but has his alpha wrapped around his finger... other's go: "yeah he's fucking hot and I'd fuck him once but he's crazy" and therefore Stiles has issues and tries to be normal when Derek starts dating him but he doesn't know Derek considers him fucking genius and loves him because he's so weird
Thinking about alpha Derek who is so obsessed with Stiles he's shaking... Stiles is the only thing he thinks about... he'll drop anything and come to his omega even if it's something small
Thinking about how other alphas laugh at Derek and say: "He has you under his heel, man", and Derek looks at them calmly and says: "Do you know what it is like - to have him? I'd bring him your head if he asked"...
Thinking...
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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year ago
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Do you have any recommendations for fics with Sheriff Stilinski? Like as a major character not just showing up in the background? Or ones that focus on him and Stiles' relationship?
There's not a whole lot where he's the main character. So I have some with sheriff!pov.
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Ashes, Ashes by ShanaStoryteller
(1/1 I 2,699 I Teen I Sterek)
The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone's tried to burn down his home with his son inside.
"I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes," John can't even call that a whimper, it's clearly a whine as Derek's hands tighten against Stile's hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek's hands can hold him into one piece, "and that thought was worse than dying."
Why deja-vu is a dangerous thing by MsCee
(1/1 I 2,887 I General I Sterek)
When something makes his new deputy seize up like only true love can, John Stilinski is prepared tease the ever-living hell out of him. He’s prepared to look up and see some pretty girl with a bit of an edge, with a loud laugh and a bright smile that could coax even his sullen deputy out of his frown.
What he’s not prepared for is to look up and see a very familiar face ambling towards his desk.
The Morning After by mikkimouse
(1/1 I 3,635 I Teen I Sterek)
After the night he'd had, John just wanted a quiet cup of coffee and some toast before his son woke up. This, he felt, was not too much to ask from the universe.
Apparently the universe disagreed, because John came downstairs at 7:30 in the goddamn morning to see a man he'd previously arrested for murder grinding coffee beans in his kitchen
Promise You'll Look After Him by DiscontentedWinter
(1/1 I 9,901 I Mature I Sterek)
Sheriff Stilinski is used to dealing with victims of violent crime. He knows how to approach kids who've been beaten and sexually assaulted.
Except this time it's his son.
It's Stiles.
Adult Wolf by KouriArashi
(56/56 I 232,475 I Teen I Peter/Sheriff)
As if Sheriff Stilinski doesn't have enough to deal with, now he's been attacked by some enormous dog in the forest, and that's normal compared to what happens next...
Re-telling of seasons 1-3B with Sheriff Stilinski being bitten instead of Scott.
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mrspasser · 5 months ago
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The things he does for his pack
Pinterest showed me a tweet from someone who fed his co-workers pot brownies because he didn't want to be the only one dirty on the random drug test. I had some thoughts about that and the result is this Sterek fanfic :-)
Read it on A03
There’s a chilly wind blowing that he can barely ward off with the upturned collar of his jacket, his ass has gone numb from the hard bench and a few rows below him there’s a man eating nachos with the most obnoxious artificial flavouring Derek has ever smelled. 
The things he does for his pack…
At least the game isn’t a total shit show. He isn’t all that fond of lacrosse - he was on the basketball team himself, but most of his pack plays. Boyd is the newest recruit and though he’s sitting on the bench next to Stiles right now, he’s scheduled to take his place in the goal for the last two quarters. Jackson, Isaac and Scott each usually play the whole game and Stiles plays a quarter here and there - as long as he doesn’t annoy the coach too much.
They’re ahead, with only a few minutes left of the second quarter. The Beacon Hills Cyclones started off strong and scored six goals already, to a meagre two of their opponents. If they keep this up, they’ll win the game by a landslide. Stiles might even get to play. 
Besides him, Erica cheers loudly as Isaac scores the seventh goal, right before the referee blows his whistle. The team gathers around their coach to hear his instructions, though a few of them are more focused on the water cooler than game tactics. They’re laughing and bumping into each other, ignoring Finstock when he calls them to order. It seems like they think the game is won already. Derek hears both Scott and Jackson berate their teammates. If they win this game, they’ll compete in the state championships, so there’s a lot riding on this game.
“Go get ‘m, babe!” Erica yells when Boyd jogs towards the goal after the break. The young werewolf looks back and lifts his stick in response and Derek gives him a supportive nod. Boyd joined the team mostly because of his pack mates and the role of goalie fits him well. He’s not flawless, he doesn’t have enough field experience for that, but his werewolf reflexes make up for a lot.
The game restarts and it only takes a few minutes to see that a good part of the team doesn’t have the same focus as before their break. “What the fuck are they doing?” asks Erica, gesturing towards the field where two players seem to be performing some kind of dance. It’s uncoordinated and barely recognizable as dancing, still, it is anything but lacrosse. Jackson yells at them until they get back in line, which they do with a lot of giggling.
Derek frowns at the spectacle below. The visiting team scores two goals in succession: the first is a clever trick shot that he really doesn’t fault Boyd for not catching and the second shot goes in because one of the Cyclones actually hinders his own goalie on purpose. To say the team isn’t happy with that is an understatement. Within minutes the whole game is in disarray and when one of the players stumbles off to the sideline to be sick, the referee calls the whole thing off. It’s a big mess. Derek’s proverbial hackles go up: this whole thing reeks. Something is wrong, but what?
Down on the field Jackson yanks his helmet off and tosses it down on the ground, swearing loudly. Both Isaac and Scott take it upon them to direct their unruly teammates back towards the locker rooms. “It’s like herding cats,” Derek hears Isaac complain when some of his teammates start up an impromptu game of tag and run back onto the field, leaving the young werewolf standing.
Coach Finstock is almost purple from all the yelling he does and all over the bleachers there’s confusion and amused chatter to be heard. Most people have left their seats and gone down to the field. Erica stands next to her boyfriend, who is gesturing angrily at some teammates who stumble past. 
Derek gets up and scans the field for his pack. He has a nagging suspicion of foul play and it bothers him that he can’t sense any danger. As far as he can tell, it’s just the humans and his own pack on the field. There’s no-one else. The werewolves all seem to be acting normal, which leads him to believe there was something that affected the humans. 
Stiles. Where is Stiles?
Now that he thinks of it, Derek kinda expects Stiles to be at the forefront of this whole mess, yet the lanky human is nowhere to be seen. That can’t be right. The nagging sense of discomfort that sat low in his belly turned into alarm.
The Alpha werewolf lets his enhanced senses work for him as he urgently searches the crowd, though it still takes him a while to spot the Cyclones’ number 24. Stiles is lying underneath the bench, curled up against some bags of sport’s gear. He took his protective gear off and cuddled with the shoulder pads in his arms like it’s a teddy bear. Derek rushes over, unsure of the condition his pack member is in. It’s only when he’s close that he can hear his slight snores over the din of the crowd. Relief swoops through his stomach.
“Stiles!” There’s no reaction, not even when Derek calls his name a second time. He crouches down to shake the boy’s shoulder. “Stiles! Wake up!” 
Stiles wakes up with a mumbled “Huh? Wazzit?” and a lolling search of his head towards the sound. His eyes blink open unevenly. One eye focuses on Derek and a lazy, contented grin appears on his face. “Der-bear.”
Derek rolls his eyes at the stupid pet name, though he can’t hide the relieved smile that breaks through. He helps Stiles roll out from under the bench, preventing him from bumping his head into it when he tries to sit up. “What are you doing on the ground?”
Another loopy grin. “I was sleepy.”
If Derek didn’t know any better, he’d say Stiles was drunk. He’s acting even more uncoordinated than usual and he has trouble focusing his vision. Thing is, he can’t smell any alcohol on the boy, just sweat and sweets. And he knows Stiles isn’t a big fan of drinking, having seen from up close what alcohol can do to a man. Derek has to hold Stiles by the arms to keep him sitting upright; he would pitch right over otherwise. “Stiles? What happened?” 
“I dunno,” Stiles answers, slightly slurring his words. He grips onto Derek’s forearms and tries to look around him at the field. “Is the game over? Did we win?” 
Derek jostles him a little to get his attention back on him. “Stiles. Focus!” 
Erica and Boyd come up to them, giving Stiles a scrutinising look. “What’s wrong with him?” Erica asks, cocking her head as she looks the boy over. 
“I don’t know,” Derek grits out and tries to get Stiles to stand up. It’s like wrestling an octopus. The boy is not cooperating at all and after a few moments Derek gives up and lets him sit down on the bench. At least that way he isn’t on the ground anymore. Stiles immediately tips over to lean against Derek’s hip, all heavy and loose limbs.
Boyd chuckles lowly. “Dude, is he stoned?”
“Stoned?!” Erica bends over to grab Stiles by the chin so she can look into his face. “He is!” she cackles in delight. “His eyes are all red!”
Stiles grabs Derek’s leg for stability, winding his arm around it, and sits up a little straighter. “I have red eyes?” He looks up at Derek and grins. “You hear that, Sourwolf? I’m the Alpha now!”
Boyd crosses his arms in front of his chest and regards them with a knowing smile. “He’s baked.”
“No, I didn’t!” Stiles flails and Derek has to grab him by the back of his jersey to prevent him from headbutting the werewolf in the crotch. The boy refuses to let go of his leg. “Greenberg did the baking. They were delicious!”
“What are you talking about?” Derek keeps him upright as much as he can, which is surprisingly hard when Stiles resembles an octopus ragdoll. 
“Pot brownies.” The voice of Jackson cuts through and all heads turn to the team’s co-captain that comes walking up to them. He’s looking cross. “Fucking Greenberg fed the whole team edibles before the game.” 
“They were very edible,” Stiles mumbles. His voice kind of gets lost under the astonished exclamations of his packmates. He snuggles a little closer to Derek’s leg.
“Why would he do that?” Derek growls. It’s clear the rest of the team didn’t know anything of this plan, which basically means the guy poisoned his team mates. 
“To fuck with the mandatory drug test they were gonna have us take after the game,” Jackson explains curtly. “A random check. We weren’t supposed to know about it, but Greenberg got into the coach's papers or something.”
Derek huffs. “That doesn’t explain why he fed the whole team drugs. Why risk getting kicked out of the competition?”
“Dude’s a stoner. He didn’t want to get caught.” 
Erica laughs. “That is kinda genius, if you think about it.” At Derek’s ornery look she explains: “Chances are they would dismiss the test if the whole team tested positive. They’d think it was a faulty test, or something.” 
“Yeah, or they would just suspend the entire team,” Boyd corrects her. “Where is that asshole now?” he asks Jackson. That is something Derek wants to know too.
Jackson points a thumb back over his shoulder. “Back at the locker room. Coach is ripping him a new one. Scott and Isaac are with them.”
Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed deeply. His first reaction was to join coach Finstock in yelling at this Greenberg idiot, but was it really his place to do so? After all, most of his pack was unharmed and the one that did get affected was just high as a kite. And cuddly. He grips the back of Stiles’ neck to keep his head still, so he wasn’t affectionately rubbing his face on Derek’s hip. He sighs. “Let’s go home.” 
That does get Stiles’ attention. “Home?! I can’t go home!” He clumsily tries to get to his feet, using various body parts of his Alpha as a handgrip. Derek hauls him to his feet with a hand in his armpit before it can get any worse. “My dad can’t go home! I mean, I can’t go there. My dad is at home.” He pauses for a second. “Which means he can’t go home either, because he’s already there. Huh. What was I saying?” 
“Well, you can’t stay here either,” Derek answers impatiently. “You’ve got to sleep this off, or something.” 
“I don’t know, I kinda like him like this,” Erica smirks. She shows her teeth when Derek glares at her.
“I can sleep here.” Stiles tries to turn to pat the bench he’d been sleeping underneath earlier, almost falling over the thing in his attempt. Derek gets a hold of his arm and resigns himself quietly to not letting go until Stiles was safely at home, in bed.
“Guys! We’re getting a rematch next week,” Scott announces from afar, jogging over to them. Isaac follows him in his wake. “What’s the matter with Stiles?” 
“He ate three pot brownies, that’s the matter with Stiles,” Isaac deadpans after one look at his pack mate. 
“He ate three?!” Erica guffaws.
“They were really good!” Scott hurries to say. “Besides, I had two and I feel fine.” 
“That’s because you’re a werewolf, dumbass,” Jackson hisses and for once Derek is glad that Jackson said something so he didn’t have to.
“Oh. Right.” Scott has the decency to look abashed. He moves a little closer to his friend, who resorted back to leaning up against Derek for support. “Will he be okay?” he asks the older werewolf.
“Should be fine,” Derek grunts. “Just has to sleep it off.” 
“Oh, yeah, that should work,” Scott nods sagely. Then his face clears. “Shit! He can’t go home, his dad will know he’s high!” 
“Yeah, Der! Dad will know!” Stiles agrees vehemently, turning fast to slap Derek in the chest for emphasis. “Ohh, I feel sick,” he groans immediately afterward, his face turning white as a sheet. 
Recognising what is about to happen, Derek moves them a step away from the others and holds Stiles steady as he suddenly lurches forward and pukes on the grass. Behind them, the werewolves make various noises of disgust. Derek isn’t a fan of the stench of vomit either, but Stiles is trembling on his legs like a newborn foal and making pitiful noises in between heaving up the contents of his stomach, so he supports him with a hand underneath his chest and rubs comforting circles on his back with the other.
When his stomach is finally empty, Stiles leans forward with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Scott helps his friend drink a cup of water from the team’s water cooler. Stiles is too out of it to do much to help. “I feel like shit,” he says in a wobbly voice. 
“Yeah,” Derek agrees gently. “Let’s get you home, alright? You can stay at the loft until you feel better.” The boy will probably be alright after a good sleep.
“Thanks,” Stiles sighs and closes his eyes. He even starts tipping forward alarmingly. 
“That’s it,” Derek decides out loud and scoops Stiles up so he can carry him to the car. “We’re out of here.” He walks off in the direction of the parking lot, Stiles dozing in his arms, trusting the rest of his pack to sort things out when it comes to grabbing their stuff and finding their own way back to the loft. 
Stiles wakes up a little when Derek positions him carefully in the front seat of his car. “Der?” he asks, his head lolling back against the seat. 
“Hmm?” Derek reaches across him to fasten his seatbelt. From the corner of his eye he can see Stiles following him with his eyes, a smile on his face that’s a cross of loopy and fond.
When Derek leans back, sitting on his haunches next to his car, Stiles strains forward in his seatbelt conspiratorially. “Don’t tell Scott, but you’re my favourite werewolf,” he whispers.
Derek huffs a laugh despite himself. He shakes his head and gets up to close the car door.
“You gotta promise, Der,” Stiles urges. “You can’t tell Scott!” 
The werewolf nods indulgently. “Sure.” 
But Stiles isn’t happy with that answer. “You gotta promise!” When Derek doesn’t react to him sticking out his pink, he shakes his hand in front of his face and urges: “Pinky swear that you won’t tell!” 
“Stiles, come on, lets just get you home.” Derek is a grown ass Alpha werewolf. He isn’t gonna pinky swear with a teenager that’s still pretty baked. 
Stiles points at him with a stern finger. “Pinky swear or you’re no longer my favourite werewolf!” 
And Derek…. Well, he can’t help it. As much as Stiles can be annoying and a handful, he’s also smart, loyal and, God help Derek, funny. 
“Can’t have that, right?” Derek chuckles and hooks his pinky finger around Stiles’. He’s awarded with a bright grin when he declares solemnly not to tell Scott that Derek is Stiles’ favourite werewolf.
With Stiles satisfied, Derek can close the car door and finally get into the car himself. Stiles watches him start the car with bleary eyes. He’ll probably fall asleep soon. 
“Don’t puke on the upholstery,” he warns his young packmate, just to be sure. 
“I promise,” Stiles responds, as serious as he can while breaking into a yawn. He’s still a bit pale around the nose, though Derek suspects he can keep himself collected during the short ride to the loft.
It’s quiet for a bit as Derek navigates the school parking lot and drives out onto the main road. “Hey Der?” it sounds softly from the seat next to him after a few minutes. 
“Yes, Stiles?” Derek signals for a corner.
“Am I your favourite human?” 
The tentative way the words are spoken makes Derek look over. Stiles actually seems bashful, it’s an odd look on him. 
Derek hesitates for a second, but… Whatever. They’re alone and there’s a chance that Stiles won’t remember this conversation by tomorrow anyway. The werewolf puts his hand on the boy’s knee and squeezes. “You are, Stiles.” 
“That’s nice,” Stiles says in a whisper. He sounds pleased. And half asleep, that too. However, half asleep as he is, Stiles still holds out his hand with his pinky outstretched. “I won’t tell Scott,” he promises when Derek hooks his own pinky in after just a short moment. 
“Good,” Derek agrees with a smile. The childish secret between them makes him feel oddly giddy. 
The boy sleeps for the rest of the ride and doesn’t wake up when Derek lifts him from the car and carries him up the stairs. He gently tucks Stiles in in his bed, figuring he can stand to have his bedding smelling like his favourite human tonight. When he gets back downstairs, his betas look at him questioningly, but they don’t say anything, especially not after he gives them his credit card to order dinner. 
Stiles wakes up around nine PM, hungry like a wolf. He scarfs down the pizza the pack left for him in a remarkable show of restraint and resigns himself to their teasing easily. It looks like he indeed doesn’t remember all that much from what happened. More importantly, besides ‘feeling a bit crunchy’ - Stiles’ own words - he’s not much worse for wear from the whole thing. Perhaps Derek really doesn’t have to go after that idiot of a Greenberg. 
By eleven, Derek evicts his pack from his home. He loves them, honestly, but there’s only so much teenage bullshit he can stand. He makes Scott drive Stiles home in the Jeep, not listening to Stiles’ protests and even flashing his red eyes when the boy doesn’t give in quickly enough. Stiles wrinkles his nose at him, though he complies easily after that. 
Around midnight, when Derek is reading in bed, his phone lights up with a message: [ FYI. I changed your name in my contacts from Sourwolf to F.W. So now we match! ]
Derek texts back a question mark. It’s a common occurrence when texting with Stiles.
A moment later there’s a reply. [ Can’t have Scott find out, can we? ;-) ] 
It’s only then that Derek notices that the name on the texts doesn’t say Stiles, but Favourite Human. He has no idea how or when Stiles got a hold of his phone this evening.
He thinks about changing it for a second, but puts his phone back on the nightstand instead and shuts off the light so he can go to sleep.
The things he does for his pack.
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littlesarcasticdemon · 1 year ago
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Okay so we all know the fics where stiles is kicked out of the pack or the ones where he kind of just becomes part of Derek’s pack after the torture incident really just Scott being a bad friend
Anyway just imagine how funny that shit looks from an outside view like imagine being his classmate and living like across the road from him just being confused why someone who was previously wanted for murder is practically living at the stilinski house or like a person who is known to be dead(Peter) one day just walking out of stiles house or like witnessing Erica Boyd and Isaac sticking to stiles and constantly like touching him at school or like one day this person like overhears one of the pack or Liam calling him mum or whatever
Like I feel like it would be so funny to read just the utter confusion and like I have got to find out what the fuck is happening of that
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endwersed · 8 months ago
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Writing Patterns
Tagged by @raisesomehale 🥰
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
striking out, (on hiatus) WIP, sterek human college au, 47k
The locker room is just how Derek remembers it.
feels so good inside, sterek human au, 12k
The worst thing about being an eighteen-year-old virgin and loser is, well – being an eighteen-year-old virgin and loser.
i was yours once, stackson into sterek, 9k
Water rains down over Stiles’ head, fat droplets of it catching in his eyelashes as he grits his teeth and presses a tight fist against the tiled wall of the school locker room showers.
in flux, sterek human college au, 25k
By Derek Hale’s junior year of college, he has come to know that there is nothing quite like the party after scoring the winning basket of a game.
another name for love, sterek au, 37k
Derek wakes up to the sound of a door creaking open slowly, a faint and careful noise nudging into his dreamless sleep and dragging him into consciousness.
does one good, sterek pwp, 5.5k
Stiles is still mostly focused on towelling at his damp hair as he pads into the living room of his apartment on bare feet, humming a repetitive tune under his breath and scratching lazily at a patch of skin just under the hem of his t-shirt, over the waistband of his boxers.
as dear as a brother, sterek human au, 10k
Stiles Stilinski meets Scott Delgado on the first day of freshman orientation at Berkeley and immediately knows they’ll be best bros for life.
and i'll write you a tragedy, sterek superhero au, 37k
It’s pretty cool living in a world with superheroes, all things considered.
how fast or how far, sterek human au, 9k
Faint, early morning sunlight streams through the cracks in the blinds, casting a colourful vision against the linoleum tiles as Stiles stands awkwardly in front of the kitchen sink.
baby, you got the keys, sterek human college au, 2k
It’s an unfortunate truth that Stiles didn’t get to take advantage of owning a car practically made for fooling around in during his high school years.
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outtoshatter · 9 months ago
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Writing Patterns
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
tagged by @dear-massacre, @raisesomehale, and @rosieposiepuddingnpie thank youuuu this is fun!
i'm doing only my last ten over-5k fics, just as a fun little experiment :D
Kingdoms Fall (WIP, M, sterek)
Stiles leaned over the jewel-studded bowl, fluttering his lashes as he breathed in the smoke from the burning herbs at the bottom.
The Price we Pay (66k, T, complete)
Stiles ripped the velvet strip off his face and winced, blinded by flames.
Pulling Strings (53k, M, complete)
Stiles bounced on his toes to fend off the creeping chill of the night, gaze darting impatiently between the road and the clinic.
The Stilinski Method (6k, T, complete)
Derek crept along on the balls of his feet, following tiny paw prints in the soft dirt.
Fractured Starlight (64k, M, complete)
The stretch of road between Beacon Hills and Willow Pass was almost always quiet, although Stiles wouldn’t quite call it peaceful.
Every Step You Take (8k, T, complete)
On a typical day, Stiles Stilinski would say his impulse control was shaky to moderate at worst.
The Next Chapter (105k, M, complete)
The photo ripped down the middle.
End of the End (90k, E, complete)
Stiles spotted the group with difficulty.
The Bright Side of Disaster (5k, T, complete)
The Beacon Hills spring farmers market was never small.
Keep Moving (10k, T, complete)
Derek squinted up, eyeing the clouds creeping in from the west.
okay, i'm not sure what all this says about me or my stories, but. there's at least a little variety here. I think? LOL
tagging uuhhhh @cephalog0d @2dents and @halevetica and anyone else who wants to play!
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ghostieblr · 3 months ago
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Untitled | Part 2 ->
It feels like an entity of his own, the way his blood rushes inside his body, the way his bones and flesh too small to hold what he's feeling. It feels like he's one of those poor people the alien's egg is going to incubate in, tear through him to become the deeply terrifying, shapeless, haunting monster.
This feeling is overwhelming, something he can't really name. But it's not unwelcomed. It is, in some fucked up way, like a call to him — he feels that rush of power, of trust, too. The call to his magic. The way his breaths come out calmer.
He can't really name it, not really, but he knows this feeling is the most important thing he possesses.
So it's not really a shock when the demon looks at him and only him, one arm out like he's going to snatch it without permission, a sharp grin on its borrowed face. "You," the demon beckons, and Derek snarls, protective. Derek moves in front of him, like it's going to stop the demon. Like there's anything they can do except take this deal. The demon laughs, reedy and evil, and he's sure the person doesn't sound like this; this demon has taken over completely, and Stiles doubts they can save the man who is being possessed at the moment.
"What do you want?" Derek's fang slur his question, but he's understandable, and Stiles puts his hand on Derek's shoulder, pulls him by his soft henley. They were on a walk around the preserve, a routine perimeter check, but here they stand now, in the middle of this clearing where kids had definitely messed around in and found the fuck out.
The camping bags are still warm, but the trail to the kids has gone cold. Unless they take this deal.
"I told you, wolf," the demon sing-songs, and Stiles wonders where he got this body from. The man is clearly in his 30's, light brown hair, hazelnut skin, brown eyes. He cannot be one of the people who summoned the demon, here. "I want what's most precious to your pet."
Derek's been growling all this time, but now he roars, all restraint broken under the clearly verbalized threat.
Only Stiles' hand on Derek's shoulder stops him from leaping at the demon.
"Derek," he says, concerned. They have no idea how to deal with demons that aren't evil fox spirits. "Maybe this is the only way."
And he wants out. He knows what are his most precious things — his feelings. Especially for him. He wants to get rid of it, because there's rarely anything as painful as feeling like your world tilts on its axis when you know theirs stays the same. They're friends, and pack, and that is all they can be.
It would be okay to lose these feelings.
"Listen to him, listen to him!"
"Stiles, don't you dare move!"
Stiles moves around Derek and is again in front of the demon. "Will you leave, then? Never to come back?"
"I'd do you one better — I shall forbid any other of my kind to come back here."
Derek doesn't grab him back, but he does verbally accuse Stiles of being stupid. Stiles is grateful for their relationship to have come to a point where Derek knows better than to stop him when he's set his mind, and he's really fucking gonna miss his bubbling mess of a heart later.
"Deal," he says, and there the lips come, cold and cruel; a quick, dirty kiss that leaves Stiles gasping for breath.
He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, it's to Derek hovering over him worriedly. It makes Stiles feel packed, so he pushes Derek backwards, and stomps his way back towards the Loft.
Derek follows suit.
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hotchfiles · 10 months ago
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stiles stilinski + i was all over her 🤞🤞
lari's 100th follower bash + send me a song and one of my boys for a drabble
stiles + salvia palth's i was all over her (back at that party, I was all over her, we didn't make out or do anything, I just remember I was lonely)
i didn't usually drink, alcohol always slowed me down and that was the exact opposite of what i usually wanted. i liked my senses sharp, i needed my senses sharp. being too slow meant losing important clues, missing clues meant an unfinished puzzle. when the puzzle wasn't finished, people died.
a huge responsibility to carry, i never minded it though, it kept me busy, kept my mind busy, made me important, gave me purpose: helping my friends. assisting. being useful.
today none of them needed that assistance though, busy with with college applications, graduation stuff that maybe i should be busying myself with as well, but thinking about that made me uneasy. so today i drink.
more than i should, i admit it.
beacon hills shitty life or death threats have surrounded me for years, being helpful was all i knew. i had no idea what to do, where to go, and watching as my friends so eagerly made plans to leave was unnerving. who was i if not stiles, scott's best friend?
thinking like that could keep me awake at night more than any monster.
so today i drink.
and i watch as people my age have fun, no idea of all the danger there is around, possibly not feeling the weight i felt deep in my soul. i observe many of them before one catches my eyes. girl my age, smile bright. happy. carefree.
the eyes though. heavy. dark. preoccupied. she did something intriguing whenever she went back to the bar, shot of tequila was her only choice, her smile would vanish for a few seconds, take a deep breath and shoot down, shaking her head quickly before going back to her friends. just then, when she was close to them, her smile would appear again.
she seemed lonely, like me today. but she was a better actress than i was, or i just didn't have the company to force myself to act like she did. i couldn't keep my eyes off of her though, some sort of magnetic energy that glued my eyes to her.
maybe she was just beautiful and i was drinking too much. i wanted to talk to her, ask her about the fake smiles, the deep sighs, the tequila, but i didn't want her to meet me like this, and watching her, weirdly, was enough feel less alone.
she noticed the staring, it didn't creep her out apparently. concerning, really, she should be more careful. instead she took something out of the tiniest bag i've ever seen (what does even fit inside those? definitely not a weapon if she ended up needing one) and turned to the bartender, still looking at me as she handed him a piece of paper.
odd. a bit hurtful.
i looked the other way then, but the bartender soon handed me a tequila shot with a paper under it.
her number. guess i wouldn't be so lonely after all.
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teencopandthesourwolf · 1 year ago
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Oh my God. 
Their faces are suddenly so close. Like, so very, very close. 
Stiles tries to tamper down his nerves (completely unsuccessfully, of fucking course) by taking a much-needed breath.
He then stammers out the words, "I've, uh, I've, I've never, um—"
Calm. The fuck. Down. 
"It's the same as it is with a girl, Stiles," Derek says, all matter-of-factly as if they're not just about to kiss.
Holy fucking shit!
"Just… hairier," the big guy adds.
Stiles wets his lips and nods and states, “Because you're a boy," oh, so intelligently. "I mean, y'know..."
Gulp!
"A m-man."
One of Derek's thick eyebrows slowly climbs his forehead, face looking as if the haughty display should be taken as some sort of admonishment and it is so fucking hot that Stiles's ridiculous dick jumps for joy inside of his khakis.
Traitor. 
"Actually, I'm neither," says the dude who would put any of the Greek Gods to shame and he flashes that rare, toothy, wicked-sexy smile.
Fuck! 
Then Derek shifts and growls, "I'm a werewolf," before licking the gasp right out of Stiles's mouth.
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for @greyhavenisback (and now i really must try and go back to sleep, zoiks!)
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munsonshire · 8 months ago
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Dating Isaac Lahey Headcanons
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader (gender neutral)
Ok, so these are going to be quite general, later on, I'll make some more specific ones.
Masterlist
Being sympathetic towards him about his father
being his shoulder to cry on hard days
hand holding - ALWAYS
Comforting each other
Always making sure that Isaac is helping in some sort of way so that he feels useful
Him being head over heels in love with you, you being the same with him
Isaac squeezes you close to him when you cry
Getting jealous of Allison when she gets a bit too close to Isaac, then getting embarrassed cuz Isaac can smell your emotions and he knows you are jealous
Isaac gets jealous too when some guys try to flirt with you or get too touchy
Him whispering dirty things in your ear to tease you
Sex in the boy's locker room, bc why not
Isaac sneaking through your bedroom window late at night if he's had some kind of nightmare or if he misses you
Feeling safe in each other's company
"You know you're mine right?" "Yeah, and you are mine"
You two underestimating the enemy you're fighting and having to run away for your lives
Being the cutest couple
Isaac comforting you by rubbing your back when you're sad or stressed
Playing with his hair and him with yours
getting into heated arguments that turn out into hot makeout sessions
Stealing his scarves
Him smirking at you ALWAYS
Going to France with him, like the actual country not just Paris if you know what I mean
Both of you being stubborn asf
you take turns on who says sorry first after a fight
Taking each other's v-card
Birthday sex
cuddle sessions
FOREHEAD KISSES AND NECK KISSES
Cute nicknames
Helping him gain control over his wolf form
being his anchor
HICKEYS ON HIM AND YOU - the pack teasing you both for them
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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year ago
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Hey!! I’m looking for a fic that i believe was outsider perspective of Sterek being regulars at a diner or café??? Like I think the employees shipped them but in the end they were already together.
@thecoolkidsareoutcasts! @hedwig221b says it's this one.
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Welcome to Rosie's Diner can I interest you in an eye-opener? by crossroadswrite
(1/1 I 1,999 I Teen I Sterek)
When the unfairly attractive couple walks in, at their usual hour, Kat starts humming the wedding march.
Jason elbows her sharply in the ribs, trying to hide his snicker even as he waves nicely at them.
“Fuck they’re so pretty,” he sighs mournfully, “why did they have to be a couple, that’s just unfair.”
“I know,” she commiserates.
(Or: The one where Stiles and Derek are regulars at Rosie's diner and exactly zero of the employees believe they're not actually a couple, I mean come on look at them.)
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jocollins · 4 months ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, Hearing Loss, Disability, Disabled Stiles Stilinski, Sign Language, Protective Derek Hale, Music, Grief/Mourning, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale is a Nice Thing, Derek Hale is a Softie, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Light Angst, Dual POV, Relationship Goals Summary:
Stiles is struggling with missing music, Derek being amazing love goes out of his way to cheer Stiles up.
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kittykatstiles · 3 months ago
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your back beneath the sun, wishing i could write my name on it
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whitedahlia13 · 10 months ago
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That's Where You'll Find Me
Chapter 1: I'm Not Leaving You
Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU
Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Natalie Martin
Summary: Everything stopped. His breaths. His heart. Time.
There was only the two of them and the immensely powerful connection he felt whenever they were within a hundred square miles of each other.
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Three days ago, Stiles saved Lydia’s life.
With the help of their friends, he coordinated a rather masterful plan, risked everything to free her from Eichen House.
Eichen House, where she was held against her will, drugged and shocked into altered planes of consciousness, poked and prodded for information she didn’t know how to access.
For weeks, she was trapped. Inside that place. Inside her mind. Always with the threat of what else might be done to her or to her friends. She endured the heartbreak of foreseeing their deaths, one by one. She experienced the excruciating pain and trauma of trepanation when Gabriel Valack, the madman posing as her doctor, drilled a hole into her skull to amplify her banshee abilities.
The brutal and archaic procedure left her in a volatile, virtually nuclear state of supernatural unrest.
But just when it seemed as though all would be lost, Stiles appeared.
I’m not leaving you here, he said.
He meant it too. It was clear in his unwavering tone and soulful eyes that he was ready and willing to go with her – through Hell and back.
When they were separated, she could still hear him, palms pounding on steel, echoes of his screams – Lydia... Ly-d-ia!!! penetrating thecavernous walls of that awful, century-old prison. He didn’t give up. No matter the obstacles he faced, no matter who nor what interfered, Stiles found his way back to her.
Now, whenever he walks into her room, that moment replays in her mind. Stiles bursting through a pair of industrial doors. Stiles running to her with open arms. Stiles promising, We’re gonna get you out of here.
Every time, she feels the same relief, the same awe, the same surge of love for him. Her sweet, sarcastic, occasionally clumsy, super smart, superhero in plaid.
Keep Reading: ao3 & ffnet
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the-liminal-place · 1 year ago
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