#Stilinski family feels

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I was reading a fanfic and I mistakenly close the page, I couldn't find anywhere and I'm crying... I'd love to know if you're familiar with this one: During a pack run, Isaac loses control, and Stiles almost gets hurt because of it. On the way home, Scott says it would be better if Stiles didn't come to the runs anymore and says he's just a 'plus one.' Stiles takes this as a sign that he should distance himself from the pack. In the following days, a new lacrosse coach appears and puts Stiles on the field. That same night, Derek goes to Stiles' room to find out why he didn't show up for their meeting and smells another werewolf. Later, the sheriff gets bitten, and Scott confirms it was a werewolf bite. I stopped when Derek was explaning the situation to sheriff... Thank you <3

Hi @myssih! @lone-chicken says it's this one.

powerful in-scent-ive by kellifer_fic

(1/1 I 14,533 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles holds up a hand, because he really can't listen to the bites-are-all-right speech that Derek has given Scott dozens of times. "Dude, don't."

"Look-" Derek tries again, oddly persistent.

"Derek, man, my worst nightmare is not me getting bitten, it's him. It's always been him."

[sterekmpreg]

Okay but I just know Stiles is that one stoner FBI agent and he hides it from nearly everyone but the pack and his husband. Eli, being a little sixteen year old fuck, pretends to be sick one day so he snoop about the house and have a free day off with no supervision.

He starts digging through the cupboards and such and finds a locked part on the TV stand. It didn’t take a genius to know that the key to it was probably the one kept on his mother’s night stand. He opens it and just stares.

From then on little bastard fuck Eli is stealing Stiles weed to smoke. Except one day he sneaks his friends over when his parents are gone to a dinner with the pack and they decide to smoke. What they didn’t know was that the pack would be coming back to that house to drink after the diner.

Derek is fuming, threatening false threats about calling Eli’s grandpa Stilinski to have him put in juvenile detention but knowing he would never just as much as Eli knows. And Stiles just…. He laughs. And the pack slowly start laughing at Stiles hysterical laughter. Eli did get grounded. But they talked about it with him and how to be safe if he was going to do it behind their back. To not lie in fear of punishment if he messes up and need help because they’d rather an alive son who made a mistake over a dead one.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I’m sorry but that fact that stiles rewrites his entire identity when his mother dies is something deeply tragic to me.

He was mischief a nickname that was given to him by his mother. Then he was stiles, a nickname that belonged to his father family.

He literally erases the part of him that was created by his mother and becomes his father image. I’m screaming.

I dont want to point any fingers but it literally stated that sheriff became an alcoholic after his wife died. Who couldn’t think of his wife without pain. And who had a son who was exactly like his wife

[christinesficrecs]

Hi, Christine! Thanks for all your help, you're wonderful ! I recently read Jurisdiction by elisera and i liked how Derek and Sheriff was bonding there. Can you suggest me more like that if possible? Thanks again!

Of course!! I love a good Sheriff fic. ❤️

Jurisdiction by elisera | 7K | Mature | Angst

John is a pretty level-headed guy. He wasn’t always, back during his own Sturm und Drang period, but he married a firecracker of a woman and got a kid with an affinity for trouble like he got payed for ending up in it, so someone had to level out or they would’ve ended up living in a treehouse or Lapland doing god knows what. Anyway, getting a hold of his temper is one of John’s better life achievements. It makes him a good sheriff and it kept him from blowing his lid too badly those last two years when Stiles started acting out in a way that John had never seen before.

But the temper is still there.

He’s reminded of it when he comes home on a random Saturday in March after spilling his milkshake all over his uniform shirt only to notice he didn’t have a spare in the station and finds Stiles bend over the kitchen sink with hunched shoulders.

Cincinnati, or Anywhere With You by yodasyoyo | 7.1K

After Stiles joins the FBI, and the pack leave for college, Derek develops a close friendship with John Stilinski. But when he gets shot one night in the line of duty, Stiles comes rushing back to Beacon Hills, and his return reignites feelings Derek's spent a long time trying to ignore.

Emergency Contact by Leslie_Knope | 8.1K

He feels decently well-equipped to handle rogue werewolves, kanimas, fucking faeries, or whatever other supernatural-monster-of-the-week that the universe decides to throw at them. A plain old car accident is a completely different story.

Hotter Than Coffee by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 3K

“So, is there a reason my son’s phone number is on my coffee, and he wants me to call him?” The Sheriff questioned as he looked up over his glasses at Derek.

Derek’s eyes widened as he looked at the Sheriff. “What?”

The Sheriff slowly spun his coffee cup around on the desk, the coffee shop’s logo coming into view very slowly.

Derek’s eyes were glued onto the coffee cup, terrified at seeing what the Sheriff was asking. His heart stuttered when he saw the beginning of the words written in Sharpie.

Wolf in the House by JoeLawson | 33.4K

“What? It’s totally an improvement. He’s not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he’s a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs.”

“And you always wanted a dog,” Sheriff added wryly.

“And I always wanted a dog.”

All Stirred Up by jsea, marguerite_26 | 49.4K | Explicit

Derek's first duty as a new deputy is the early morning coffee run to The Leaky Carafe, and it's not long before he discovers that the quirky barista has a knack for making the perfect drink. Every time. Even before you order.

But is it intuition, luck or magic that has all Stiles' customers leaving happy?

Matchmaker, Please by LadyMerlin | 4.8K | Mature

When the Sheriff said that he wanted to set Stiles up with one of his deputies, Stiles thought he'd be meeting some chubby, doughnut-loving desk sergeant. He definitely wasn't expecting Officer Hale.

After significant efforts on the Sheriff's part, Stiles takes Officer Hale on their first date.

Use the Front Door for a Change by stileskolpath | 4K

“Hale, good. I thought I’d thought you’d be here.”

Derek nearly brained himself on the window sash as the elder Stilinski opened the door into Stiles’ bedroom, which was, Derek could tell, oddly bereft of Stiles.

He caught the faltered move before he could embarrass himself further, and for a brief, hesitant second debated making a run for it.

“You’re already almost there, son, just come on in.”

Big Days by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) | 9.6K

It’s an impulse really, inviting Derek to spend Thanksgiving with him and his dad. The Sheriff. Who once arrested him. It’ll be fine. Stiles is sure it’ll be fine.

Hale Construction by Mynuet | 8.3K

Derek gets a business and a home. Stiles gets his own Batman. The sheriff gets hash browns. The Stilinski household is expanded without anyone quite talking about it.

Shop Talk by aussiebee | 12.6K | Explicit

Deputy Derek meets Shopkeeper Stiles. Derek likes Stiles and Stiles likes Derek. There are puppies and flowers and an awesome Sheriff and an awesome Hale grandmother.

The Morning After by mikkimouse | 3.6K

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.

[werewolfnatural]

also if anyone wants to join me in angst hell please picture big eyed gritted teeth little Stiles staring at the contents of the refrigerator trying to figure out what he’s going to eat, because his moms asleep and he’s scared to wake her up in case she isn’t lucid and his dad isn’t going to be home for hours, and he’s scared and alone and already so, so tired

[bigfootsboytoy]

Listening to the song "What Tim Wants" from the musical Black Friday (shoutout to all my fellow starkid fans) and all I can think about is how fitting it would be for Sheriff Stilinski. A song about doing whatever it takes to keep your son happy, even though you lost your wife and feel like you're constantly letting him down.

He still lights up a room...it's just less frequently that you see him in bloom

That line is perfectly fitting for how Noah would feel about Stiles after Claudia's death. Idk man, I'm just feeling a lot of things about the Stilinski boys today.

[starstrucksaladwizard]

Just imagining some kind of accident and the sheriff being held back and crying out like Cedrics father in goblet of fire.

Sheriff-THATS MY SON! THATS MY BOY!

And now I'm sobbing.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey thank you so much for everything you do! I can’t seem to find a specific fic (it’s my I need to cry a lot fic)

So I remember a few parts, stiles goes to Lydia’s party and is led to believe Lydia wants to talk to him upstairs, ends up with nsfw pics of stiles around the school.

Lydia ends up realizing who the second person in the pics is.

I looked through my entire AO3 history the last couple days and I can’t find it at all. Any help would be much appreciated!

Hi anon! @lone-chicken says it's this one.

I'm Still Up and Driving by KouriArashi

(12/12 I 58,155 I Mature I Sterek)

Jackson decides to teach Stiles a lesson for the interest he shows in Lydia. Stiles doesn't say anything until four months later.

[sterekmpreg]

The Stilinski-Hale siblings:

1.) Elias (Eli) Claude Stilinski-Hale

-The oldest

-Werewolf

-Acts like Derek AND Stiles

2.) Natalia Lauren Stilinski-Hale

-oldest twin

-Werewolf

-Acts like her father, Derek

3.) Eric Vernon Stilinski-Hale

-youngest twin and just the youngest in general

-Spark

-Acts like his Mama, Stiles

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I’ve said it once I’ll say it again:

Stiles always being haunted by a love meant for someone else

His fathers love for his mother

Derek’s love for Paige

Please I’m going insane

[handsofred]

This makes me sad for many reasons because it's clear in these gifs that Stiles was the one who was taking care of his father after his mother passed away. Always having to know how to do something so that they could eat and have something clean to wear or even when it comes to things like bills and payments.

He was the one to take care of his father when he was too drunk to see straight. He probably helped to clean his father up from times he's either thrown up over himself or soiled himself. He's probably dressed and undressed him hundreds of times, put him to bed and probably checked on him during the night to make sure he's not suffocated on sick or anything of the kind.

So when John tells him that he isn't supposed to take care of him, it's like he's punching Stiles in the face for everything he has done over the years that John lost himself in his drink and work.

And then in the last four gifs, the way John tells Stiles that he takes care of him, it's clear in Stiles' face that he doesn't believe it, that his mind probably throws up the memories of Stiles taking care of his father instead of his father caring for him and taking care of him. He probably tried to think of the last time that someone took care of him instead of Stiles taking care for others... He's defeated about it and sits down and then he throws that line out.

We're supposed to take care of each other. !!!

And the look of defeat on john's face in the last gif. He knows that he's fucked up as a father, that by the time he got himself sorted out and anything back to being a resembled father, Stiles was old enough that he didn't need to take care of him any more and that he's missed out on a large part of Stiles' childhood, a period of time that a child needed his father because he had lost one of his pillars of love. He realises that in the time between loosing Claudia and getting himself back on the straight, his little boy had grown up quicker than any child should've. It's like he is starting to realise that the reason why his son always puts himself in harms way and runs in to the danger is because he's trying to protect and look after people he cares about, that he doesn't believe in people caring about him because his own father wasn't there to look after him, to care about his son's own safety, he wasn't there to make sure that Stiles had clean clothes or enough to eat. He wasn't there in the moments that Stiles pushed through any illness to make sure that he was safe from the drink.

Just saying.

[jocollins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Eli Hale, Derek Hale & Sheriff Stilinski, Eli Hale & Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Characters: Derek Hale, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Grieving Derek Hale, Eli Hale is a Little shit, Meltdown, Mental Breakdown, Derek Hale is a Softie, Derek Hale is a good dad, Supportive Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Panic Attacks, Truth, Autistic Derek Hale, Family Feels, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending Summary:

Derek finds out that he's been set up for dates, that Eli is setting him up for dates. Unfortunately it's the last drop before everything becomes too much to bear.

[lady-charinette]

I cannot believe the Teen Wolf Movie forced me into my old Sterek phase

I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE AN OLD STEREK PHASE

[emo-nova]

I'm back at it again with more Teen Wolf rambling, and the Stilinski family (s1, ep10) has my heart in shambles. The lighting, the subtly of the costumes and the acting!

Stiles' dad sitting down, doing work, Stiles pouring the drink to get more information because alcohol loosen the mouth. He is there, helping and talking with his father, the main light being cast over both of them in this moment.

Right now, as they sat next to eachother, same level, under the light they give what ideas or theories or information out. Stiles' dad slightly slurring out information, Stiles realising something about Werewolves and the Hale house and the murders.

The intimate truth slips out after trying to excuse himself, getting out of the light, missing Stiles talking to him and missing his kid, about missing Stiles' mother. All painfully noticed to the audience as we see Stiles stepping out of the light, possibly to hide himself now and what he knows is a truly painful expression for his father yet he leans back in to help his father. His father thanking him for stopping him drinking, it feels like this tiny painful victory for Stiles' father but a stinging loss for Stiles as he regrets ever opening this.

This, in my opinion, is a defining moment for both of them.

It shows the similarities between them as family, finding both Stiles and Stiles' father are light weights, finding both of them smart and competent even with the little information that they have at their disposal, they both are leaning on the other as supports. Yet, the dynamic feels off still. Stiles hiding now. Stiles' father still in the open.

The dynamic, since the beginning, while comedic, has this tone of "I will always look after you" on both ends. Stiles wants to be there, knowing where danger is and going to it because he *knows* his father is there. Stiles father getting mad and scolding him but never at the utter relief he sees when Stiles looks terrified at a body thinking its *him*, his father.

This family dynamic is painfully real to me and I commend the writers in this

[takaraphoenix]

Camping & Bonding (Part 3)

Tags: m/m, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Jackson Doesn't Leave, Pack Mom Stiles, Pack Feels, True Mates, fluff, hurt/comfort, camping, mutual pining, m/f

Main Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Cora Hale, Scott McCall, Allison Argent

@writersmonth Prompts Part 3: flame + forest

Summary: Stiles thinks the pack should go camping, as a bonding exercise. Much to his surprise, Derek agrees with his plan. So the pack goes off into the mountains to camp together.

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Stiles Summer Stories 2024

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Part 3: The Bonfire

Dinner was a huge success. Everyone huddled around the bonfire, the flame throwing that soft glow that set the mood. Laughter and conversation filled the space between them, shoulders bumping, arms wrapped around each other. And after food, there had to be dessert, of course. Who would Stiles be if he hadn't brought marshmallows, crackers and chocolate, after all?

"Here," Derek offered Stiles a smore.

He'd been making multiple ones at the same time, handing them out to the entire pack. Stiles found himself happy to accept the treat. The bonfire painted beautiful shadows on Derek, the shadows of his lashes dancing over his cheeks. It made his Sourwolf look unusually soft.

There was laughter and there were stories. Surprisingly, Boyd told the best ghost stories, he really knew how to deliver them. And if Stiles ducked just a little closer to Derek, the Alpha at least didn't seem to mind, or notice. Stiles munched on another smore and enjoyed the closeness and warmth from his Alpha. He may not have werewolf senses but he still relished in Derek's scent.

"We should do this more often," Allison smiled. "Though I'll come hunting with you tomorrow."

Derek hummed softly. "We used to do this, when I was young."

"I remember," Cora whispered. "Faintly. But… it was nice. I remember dad's barbecue. Mom and the other older wolves would go and hunt, and dad would prepare dinner."

"Yeah?" Stiles kept his voice gentle, trying to get the Hales to talk more.

They so rarely brought up their family, their old pack. Especially not in a positive context. Filled with pain and grief, maybe. But they rarely shared good memories. Stiles wanted to hear every good story they had, he wanted to know everything that made Derek happy.

"Why didn't your dad go hunting with the rest of the pack?" Scott asked confused.

"Our dad was human," Derek replied, his eyes on the bonfire but the look very far away. "There were multiple humans in the pack, mates to the wolves and children who took after their human parent. Dad took care of them, made sure they'd feel bonded with the pack too."

Stiles blinked in awe. He hadn't known that Derek and Cora's father was human. The Alpha Mate had been human? Was that a thing? Sure, he knew the pack valued him, but at times, he still felt a distance. There were things he just couldn't do, or feel, because he was human. But if someone who had the second highest rank in the pack – higher than the right or right hand – could be human? Then maybe the difference between werewolf and human didn't matter all that much.

"Going out to hunt together was actually an exercise in coordinated attack too, on top of being a bonding experience," Derek whispered, the far-away look turning more sad. "Mom… always knew how to make the work and training aspects fun. I just…"

Without thinking on it, Stiles reached out a hand to rest on Derek's arm in comfort. He knew where the Alpha was going with this. He thought he wasn't as good an Alpha as Talia, couldn't live up to the Hale legacy. And maybe he wasn't, but he was on his way. He was working on himself. Becoming a better Alpha, the longer he was one. With Stiles' help, he'd started teaching the betas how to control themselves without pain, by finding their own anchors – the way Stiles had helped Scott channel his love for Allison as his anchor. Derek wasn't a bad Alpha, he was just someone born to be a beta, who had never been taught to be an Alpha, and he had been raised in a pack of born wolves, so he struggled to relate to the ones who'd been turned through the bite. Derek turned to look at Stiles with soft, warm eyes and the smallest hint of a smile.

"We could make this like a once a month thing," Isaac leaned back, looking up into the starry sky. "Going away for a weekend to go camping together."

"That sounds like a good idea," Lydia agreed.

Lydia, who'd argued against camping and sleeping on the ground with insects all around. But she too could see that this meant something to Derek. They all could see it. The closer their pack grew, the more in tune with each other did they get. Jackson, with his arm around Lydia, hummed his agreement, Boyd and Scott voicing their enthusiasm for the idea, everyone else smiling in encouragement and confirmation at their Alpha.

"It's getting late," Derek cleared his throat and got up. "Let's clean up and head to bed. I want to go on a morning run with you at sunrise."

They all worked together cleaning up and putting all the left over food away so it won't attract any wild animals to their camp ground before each duo headed into their tent. Which was when the challenging part started for Stiles. He tried not to look at Derek while the Alpha got changed because werewolves could smell arousal, and instead focused on getting changed.

Once in his shirt and sweatpants, he settled in, burrowing deep in his sleeping bag. His eyes were on Derek though, the older man laying so close. There was something near domestic to getting ready for bed and turning in together like this and Stiles' heart was thumping like a rabbit. He shuddered at the cold of the night. Right. Because sleeping in a tent in the forest during autumn might not be the greatest idea ever. He pulled his sleeping bag closer around himself.

"You're cold," Derek noted, eyebrows furrowed.

"Amazing observation skills, Sourwolf," Stiles gave him a deadpan. "What gave it away? The way I am burritoing myself into my sleeping bag, or the shivering?"

A soft, annoyed growl and an eye-roll was all Stiles' hard-worked sarcasm got him though. It said a lot about how far they'd come that all Stiles got for being obnoxious was mild annoyance and that Stiles fully stopped feeling threatened by any kind of growling happening.

"C'mere," Derek huffed and lifted his own sleeping bag.

It took Stiles embarrassingly long to piece together what Derek was suggesting because his brain fully refused to believe that was actually happening. "Do you want to cuddle with me?"

The look Derek gave him at that should actually physically hurt, it was quite impressive. "You're cold. I'm not. Wolves run hotter. You can also stay over there, freezing your ass off, if you prefer."

"Oh, hell no," Stiles huffed and dove straight for the Alpha.

He gave a content little sigh as he snuggled up to the living radiator known as Derek Hale. Wolves really did run hot. Squishing his cheek against Derek's chest, he did his best to press up against Derek for maximum heat exposure. Derek made a small noise that Stiles couldn't really tell what it meant before he wrapped his own sleeping bag around them both.

And this totally wasn't weird. It wasn't. Not at all. Pack cuddled all the time. They had puppy piles during pack nights, when the wolves returned from their run they'd all huddle together in the den in an entanglement of limbs. Just because this was only Derek and Stiles, all alone, did not make it weird, it was just like pack cuddles. Nothing weird going on at all. No, sir.

"This was a good idea, Stiles," Derek's voice was… warm. "Thank you."

"Thank you, huh," Stiles grinned a little. "Gotta mark that down in my calendar."

Derek heaved a sigh at that. "Shut up, Stiles."

"See, now that's more like the Sourwolf I know," Stiles snuggled a little closer. "Night, Der."

Derek tucked Stiles under his chin, arms around him. "Good night, Stiles."

/break\

Running wild in the forest had felt so good. He loved doing it at the preserve, but here, in the mountains, mapping a territory he wasn't familiar with yet, and with his pack at his side, it felt different. Hunting down their dinner himself. They needed to do that again. And bringing the game to his mate, if Derek was able to turn into a full wolf he would have wagged his tail in excitement when Stiles praised him for bringing him the deer. Human Derek simply grunted.

It hadn't even hurt to talk about his family, like it usually did. There was just… warmth, in sharing this with his pack. Happiness. It nearly felt like healing. Like he was finally reclaiming what had been taken from him – his land, his home, his pack. He was on the right path. A big part of him still wished he wouldn't have to, but the other part knew he couldn't change the past and that clinging onto it and onto the pain wasn't going to do him any good. His betas had shown him that. By trying to cling to how things used to be, he had alienated them and nearly lost them.

He did come to regret Stiles' sleeping arrangement choices though, because when they headed into their tent, Derek found himself all alone in a small, enclosed space with Stiles. Sleepy, cute Stiles, shivering, cold Stiles. And being unable to watch his mate shiver close by, Derek had offered Stiles to sneak into his sleeping bag. Just to keep Stiles warm, because he didn't want the human to catch a cold. Because Derek was being a good Alpha these days. Good Alphas didn't let their pack members freeze. If his inner wolf was purring happily and if Derek slept better that night than he had since the fire, then that was between him and his inner wolf.

Waking up surrounded by Stiles' scent, with his mate safely tucked against his chest, was the best feeling Derek could imagine and he wished every day could start like this. He wished Stiles could be his. But Stiles deserved so much better than what Derek had to offer. Though he was working on himself, he still struggled with communication, he still growled more than he talked, snapped when people didn't understand the things that were natural and obvious to him. He was still plagued by his past, by his survivor's guilt twice over, by all the trauma he'd been through. That was too much to burden anyone with. Why would Stiles want to be stuck with all of that. With him.

"Mornin', Sourwolf," Stiles' voice was rough with sleep.

His nose rubbed against Derek's collarbone, making Derek shudder at the skin-contact and at how cold it was. He instinctively pulled Stiles closer to warm him up more. Derek wanted to stay in this moment forever, the soft noises of the forest waking up outside, the morning chill in the air but the warmth of his mate on his chest as they slowly woke up.

The moment was destroyed by Scott opening the tent. "He—ey, Derek, what about the ru-"

The beta abruptly stopped talking and stared at them in mild bewilderment. Because they were cuddling. Because that wasn't something Derek and Stiles did. Should do. Reluctantly, Derek let go of his mate, allowing Stiles to sit up and stretch. His shirt riled up just a little, revealing a sliver of pale skin doted with moles that Derek had not yet gotten to see.

"Less chipper this early in the morning, Scotty boy," Stiles yawned. "Go and put that energy into hunting down breakfast. No, not hunt. Don't bring me raw meat for breakfast. How about you round up the other puppies and make sure they're all awake and ready because the way I know you guys, Erica is probably still asleep and Jackson is still doing his hair, so no point in bothering Derek yet. Make sure everyone is ready by the time Derek joins you. Shoo, now."

Scott gave them one last doubtful look but then he simply obeyed. Something that was affecting Derek more and more the longer it went on. Stiles commanding the betas. It was marvelous now naturally Stiles took over his role as Alpha Mate without even knowing. Derek's inner wolf was whining happily and practically begging for belly-rubs from Stiles. And that, Derek was never going to admit. Instead, he turned to get changed.

"Speaking of hunt. I didn't know you could take apart a deer."

"C'mo—on. Sheriff's son!" Stiles motioned vaguely. "In a small town! With a forest!"

"Flailing disaster who keeps falling flat on his face," Derek argued dryly. "Would not trust with a gun or a knife. Much less both of them."

Stiles narrowed his eyes in indignation but he knew Derek was right so he didn't argue, making Derek smirk. Beyond the way Stiles complimented him as a leader, Derek loved their banter the most. He loved how Stiles had never, at no point in their relationship, backed down from him. Even when Derek had still been a stranger and a danger, Stiles had been filled with snark. Derek loved it. Derek loved Stiles.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Lost Fic - FOUND

Sterek Soulmates fic. They dont know each other but are able to communicate via writing on their skin. Stiles is in California and Derek NYC(?) Stiles gets into a car crash and writes to Derek on his arm. Derek knows he lives in California (maybe he knows Stiles is from BH) and calls the Police Sheriff Stillinski is on the phone and Derek tells him his Soulmate is in a car crash in a blue Jeep and Sheriff Stillinski recognizes it as Stiles' car

No Time Like the Future by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 40,590 I Teen I Sterek)

It wasn’t until he was ten that the full explanation came to him, because every year when a group of kids turned ten, schools had a one-day course specifically about soulmates, what they meant, and why everyone had weird writing on their arms.

Derek remembered sitting in that all-day class, completely horrified, and absolutely devastated. The course leader made it sound like a good thing. Soulmates were the other half of your own being, they were the person you were supposed to love and cherish, who would understand every part of you, and all that other garbage nonsense. He was not here for this.

It wasn’t that Derek had any understanding of love—not romantic love, and certainly not at ten years old—but he read a lot of books and watched some shows and movies with his family, and love looked like something different in those environments. Love looked like a choice, like the meeting of people, and the getting to know them, and actively falling in love with a person because they were amazing and nice and just fit.

Soulmates didn’t sound like that.