#diRTY dancing!sterek

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any Stefek fic that is based off the movie Dirty Dancing? A friend of mine said she read a few but I can not find any! Thank you!!!

Nobody puts Sterek in a corner!

Awkward Dancing by StaciNadia

(1/1 I 1,193 I Teen)

Love and dancing come together at Argent's Resort.

I Can't Live Without Your Love by Val_Brown

(1/1 I 4,898 I Not Rated)

Derek stared out the car window as the green trees of the Oregon Coast highway rolled past. Every summer since he could remember they would head to a resort just outside of Bandon, Oregon. This was the last summer before he began college. The last summer before he had to start his future. He was going to make the most of it.

I Carried a Watermelon for Werewolf Equal Rights by alphasnark

(1/6 I 5,359 I Teen)

A Dirty Dancing AU.

feel the magic between you and I by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 11,432 I Mature)

“See?” Derek holds his arms out, “Everything’s working out great for you, and I still have no dance partner,” he turns to Erica, “Face it, no one is as good as you.”

“We still have one more,” she sing songs.

Derek peers over to the list, flinches when he sees Stiles’ name, “No.”

“You haven’t even seen me dance, and you’re already dismissing me?” Stiles sails into the room, tossing his bag in the corner as he does so and doing a dramatic spin to face them. “I got moves.”

Hot, sweet and wild by kishmet

(2/? I 14,665 I Mature)

When his father had announced the trip to the Argents' resort, Stiles had envisioned long days spent lounging on the beach with his laptop. He'd never imagined rigorous training sessions with the world's hottest, strictest dance coach.

Nobody puts Stiles in a corner by Stephaninnie

(7/7 I 39,565 I Mature)

Dirty Dancing AU where Stiles is Baby and Derek is Johnny and some things have changed but most things have stayed the same.

Certain Kind of Fool by saraubs

(1/1 I 36,530 I Mature)

Derek, who has been dragged against his will to the same resort his family visits every summer, is determined to spend the next two and a half months sequestered in his room. His only friend, his sister Laura, is preoccupied with her newly-bonded mate, and doesn't seem to care about anything but making him happy.

When Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, a sharp-tongued waiter, he thinks that this summer might not be a complete waste of time. There are only two problems: First, Stiles is human. Second, he doesn't believe in mates.

Dirty Dealing by lookslikenico, winglesswarrior

(13/? I 47,100 I Teen)

Stiles had a plan for his final summer before college. He was going to intern at the Sheriff's station, get ahead on the plans for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, his dad had some hazy idea of him having 'one last summer' as a lazy teenager. Now, he's stuck cooling his heels and feeling very out of place at some stuck up country club, where he feel he has more in common with the staff than the other members. Of course, that could be because the staff include his new 'how have we never met before' best friend Scott and the 'it should be physically impossible for someone to be that perfect' new crush, Derek. Who apparently hates him - but not enough that he won't swallow his pride and put up with Stiles' presence when he's needed to help get Erica out of trouble...

I May Be Naive But I'm Not Stupid by FelOllie

(18/? I 73,472 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinski is the young, naïve high school graduate who's headed off to Columbia University (with every intention of going on to Columbia Law) because that's what his parents expect of him. Even though, really, all he wants to do is take after his father and become a cop.

Derek Hale is the sexy, mysterious, just-this-side-of-standoffish-and-rude dance instructor. He and his partner, Lydia Martin, work the summers at the playing-at-posh mountain resort teaching the over-privileged adults and their spoiled kids how to do the merengue.

The summer proves to be exactly what Stiles needs to finally learn how to take control of his life.

But, what happens when it's over?

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

Derek: You are not scared of anything. Stiles: I'm scared of everything! I'm scared of what I saw. I'm scared of what I did, who I am. I'm scared of walking out of here and never feeling for the rest of my life... the way I feel when I'm with you!

[artaxlivs]

My Masterlist -

Featuring mostly Steddie, Winterhawk & now - Sterek 💜

Steddie (Stranger Things):

HomeSteddie Farms: Rated T - Steve and Eddie had a farm and on this farm were a bunch of critters with awesome names. Plus art by Doomcheese!

End of the Beginning: Rated T - Eddie gets a do over and finds himself in the Upsidedown with Will. Can they save everyone this time? Art by @alduade-art

Do You Hear What I Hear?: Rated T - Steve brings home a mogwai, Eddie's never been good with rules

Nobody's Baby: Rated E - Steddie Dirty Dancing AU Steve & Robin best friends, Eddie & Chrissy best friends, 80s movie campiness, light BDSM, traffic light system for dancing and sex. With art by @lexplexdraws

Like a Mythical Virgin: Rated M - Eddie finds out the hard way that feral unicorns don't chase virgins for nice reasons

Let Me Be Your Man (i want to hold your hand): Rated E - Mike gets help from Steve with making a mixtape for Will. Eddie learns that there's an art to mixtapes. mike/steve bonding, laughter, fluff, little pining, smut (You can find the podfic of this one here. Read by the amazing RattleandHum (@thirdeye1234))

Destroy the Silence (Drummer Steve) - Rated E - Steve joins the band and Eddie discovers he has a thing for competent drummers, healthy bdsm communication, laughter, fluff & smut. Art by @carcrash429 (You can find the podfic of this one here. Read by the fabulous @rufusbear)

Off the Shelf - Rated E - Stripper Steve give Eddie a private show. Eddie discovers a new kink. Modern AU, basically porn with a smidge of plot.

Screw Todd, Steve's Her (His) Daddy Now - Rated E - Steve keeps calling himself Daddy "unintentionally" and Eddie's about to lose it, light bdsm, non verbal communication, daddy kink (or is it?)

The Second Worst Trip to Mordor Ever Taken - Rated T - Steve takes the boys & Eddie to Indy to a nerd store and flirts his way into trouble, Steddie, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings

Even Flowers Have Their Dangers (Series: No One Is Alone)- Rated E - What if the tunnels turned Steve & the kids into shapeshifting wolves? S4 rewrite and my own write up of S5 but with half the party as shapeshifters, smut, graphic imagery, battle scenes

There’s Something Wrong With Steve (WIP ch2/4) - Rated M - I’m not gonna tell you, Steddie, Suspense thriller, creep factor 6/10 and climbing

Let the Music Play -Series - Rated T - The music that plays every time Steve gets Vecna’d, Stobin besties, Steddie pre relationship, hurt/comfort

An Accidental Flogging - Rated E - Steve has questions about Eddie’s kinks, Eddie would like to have answers but he’s actually a virgin, friends to lovers, Top Steve, accidental kink discovery, laughter, fluff, & smut

Drabbles that aren't full fics: Happy Summer, Steve's Thighs, i was afraid to follow, Personal Space, can you read the letter for me (Part two), Pillow Talk, Steddie First Kiss Challenge, Constellations, Artax is a New Horse, To Do List

Art made by amazing artists that goes with something I wrote (eek!): Crabs, Drummer Steve, Dirty Dancing, Homesteddie

Clint Barton Centric (Marvel):

True Colors Series (8 Parts/complete) - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: The Snap didn’t dust half the universe, it turned them into soulmates who can only see colors when they find each other, Clint & Bucky don’t mean to find each other. Almost strangers to soulmates, smut, background Steve/Natasha and others

The Case of the Missing Purple Sweatshirts - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: Someone is stealing Clint’s sweatshirts…my excuse to let Clint talk about Scooby Doo

Through the Looking Glass - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Instead of talking, they miscommunicate themselves into being sex dungeon fuck buddies, BDSM Dungeon fic, miscommunications, learning through bad negotiations, so very much smut, background Steve/Darcy, past Clint/She Who Must Not Be Named

Something to Tweet About - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: Someone tweets a series of photos of Clint & Bucky hanging out and mutually pining, they deal with it by avoiding it obviously. friends to lovers, social media ship to lovers

A Life Well Lived - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: just a glance at Clint’s last day

Make it Permanent - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Secret dating, hickeys and tattoos and a little bit of healthy possessiveness

And the Stockings Were Hung - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Christmas Exchange fic, Bucky's first Christmas at the tower, fluff and smut

Porn & Prose - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: some backstage smut between Mr Bingley (Clint) and Mr Darcy (Bucky)

Bucky, Lemme Smash - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: I just wanted to turn Clint purple and use this line from that meme, smut

Both, Both is Good - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Bucky avoids Clint until he realizes Clint has been avoiding him, fuck buddies to lovers, smut & miscommunication

The Happiest Place on Earth - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Bucky plays Hawkeye in Disneyland because the actor who plays him is short and he’s real pissed that some guy named Clint is tall enough to play the Winter Soldier, enemies to lovers, Clint in eyeliner, smut

Three to Tango - Rated E - Clint/Bucky/Natasha: James & Natasha teach Clint’s dance class, then they invite him for private lessons. Healthy communication, smut and Clint’s self degradation

A Bird By Any Other Name (Series) - Rated E - Clint/Steve: Clint as the Winter Soldier thru WW2 & the present, hurt/comfort, mental struggles, smut

Body Count - Rated E - Clint/Steve: tumblr prompt hitman meets a sex worker, just so much smut

Friends Don’t Let Friends Wait Too Long - Rated T - Clint/Steve: Steve is too nervous to ask Clint out, Bucky’s gonna help in an helpful way. Misunderstanding, fluff, laughter, Natasha being a troll

Marvel/DC Crossovers:

Draw & Release (2 part series) - Rated E - Clint Barton/Jason Todd: Clint gets a tattoo & finds a new boyfriend/Dom

Sterek (Teen Wolf):

UNLESS - Rated T - A Fern Gullyish AU where Stiles is a fairy, Derek is a 3 inch tall werewolf and Kate is even more toxic than usual, bookbinding by @eviscer-8

Take a Glorious Bite Out of the Whole World - Rated E - Stiles has known for ten years that Derek is his soulmate, Derek didn't even know Stiles existed. Soulmates, happy ending, alive Hale family. With art by @angeleyz4ever

Lie On My Front - Rated E - Derek & Stiles find themselves trapped inside a crate in a compromising position. Porn with a teensy bit of plot

Somewhere Under the Rainbow - Rated T - Wild geese can't be bothered to catch sidekicks. Fluff, magic, leprechauns, banter

[christinesficrecs]

Are there any sterek fics of dirty dancing? Every time I watch that movie baby and Johnny just remind me so much of stiles and Derek

There are a few like these ones. Also, less like a movie fusion and more booty shaking here. 😉

feel the magic between you and I by  stilinskisparkles | 11.4K | Mature

“See?” Derek holds his arms out, “Everything’s working out great for you, and I still have no dance partner,” he turns to Erica, “Face it, no one is as good as you.”

“We still have one more,” she sing songs.

Derek peers over to the list, flinches when he sees Stiles’ name, “No.”

“You haven’t even seen me dance, and you’re already dismissing me?” Stiles sails into the room, tossing his bag in the corner as he does so and doing a dramatic spin to face them. “I got moves.”

Certain Kind of Fool by  saraubs | 36.5K | Mature

Derek, who has been dragged against his will to the same resort his family visits every summer, is determined to spend the next two and a half months sequestered in his room. His only friend, his sister Laura, is preoccupied with her newly-bonded mate, and doesn’t seem to care about anything but making him happy.

When Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, a sharp-tongued waiter, he thinks that this summer might not be a complete waste of time. There are only two problems: First, Stiles is human. Second, he doesn’t believe in mates.

Nobody puts Stiles in a corner by Stephaninnie | 39.5K | Mature

Dirty Dancing AU where Stiles is Baby and Derek is Johnny and some things have changed but most things have stayed the same.

[incognetomisquito]

If i had a nickel for every time there was a piece of media where the main character is 17 and with a guy, and on screen they’re a decent pairing, and i got overly invested in their love life only to find out too late via the internet that the man is TWENTY FIVE.

Well. Two nickels, it’s weird, etc etc

[mrspasser]

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.

[putalabelonit]

Teen Wolf fanfiction recs — RPF

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Tyler Hoechlin/Dylan O'Brien

“The Next Part Just Got In the Way” (M) by calrissian18 | 10,095 | Boy meets boy. Boy fucks boy. Boy metaphorically moves to Antarctica. Or that’s how it feels to Dylan anyway.

“Read Between the Lines” (E) by kriari | 40,753 | After spending five seasons rooted firmly in subtext, Stiles and Derek’s relationship has finally taken a critical turn. While Tyler may attempt to blame his recent confusion on simple character bleed, a questionable decision made in the midst of the ensuing media storm leads him to reevaluate what he’s always told himself. Namely, that he’s not in love with Dylan.

“The Sterek Argument” (M) by calrissian18 | 3,241 | And if Tyler had wanted to listen to logic, he wouldn’t be talking to Dylan. He slumps back against the couch cushions grumpily and points out, “Okay, except in Derek Hale’s land of misery and man-pain, you’re pretty much his best friend.”

“i got you on my lips” (M) by vlieger | 6,001 | “We need to start making out,” said Dylan.

“until we see the sun” (E) by vlieger | 12,731 | Tyler pinpoints Dylan taking over his condo to somewhere around mid-March.

“only true in fairytales” (E) by vlieger | 8,881 | “Oh my God,” said Dylan to Posey once Tyler left. “He likes me.”

"same auld lange sayne" 🔒 (M) by Areiton | 4,241 | Ten years after Teen Wolf ends, Tyler is living a quiet life far from the bright lights of Hollywood. But he didn’t forget it. And he didn’t get over Dylan.

"Strange/Familiar" 🔒 (T) by Areiton | 3,767 | Dylan swung into his world, with big amber eyes and soft pouting lips and an innocence he wanted to dirty right up, and he changed things.

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Ian Bohen/JR Bourne

“Twenty-Four Hours” 🔒 (G) by red_crate | 613 | “I could probably kiss you, and no one would think it was real at this point.” JR muses as he curls both arms around Ian’s chest and tugs him so that Ian is sitting between his legs. He kisses up the back of Ian’s neck and buries his nose in Ian’s hair. They don’t have enough of this, of time together.

“A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words (but there’s still a thousand more left to say)” (E) by GoddessofBirth | 1,887 |™As soon as he snaps the photo, Ian snatches the phone from him and starts typing. JR rolls his eyes and holds his hand out. “Back.” Ian waves him off. “Eat your food. What’s the point of you posting how I lured the hunter with home cooked food if it isn’t true.” “I’m not post – We are not posting that. Ian -” The man in question dances back from JR’s quick grab attack and triumphantly hits send. “Oh yes we did. Well, you did. The fans are gonna eat it up.”

“According to Plan” 🔒 (E) by red_crate | 2,369 | He basks in the feeling of having JR against him, arms around him finally just the way he wants after a day spent in front of fans. So close, yet not what he wanted. But this, here and now, is it. He can touch and taste to his heart’s content without worrying about privacy.

"Wanna Give Him a Show?" 🔒 (E) by lavenderlotion | 2,581 | Ian’s smile turns into a grin, and the look his flashes JR is playful, his lips pulled up into a smile JR knows to be teasing. He makes himself comfortable, his belly tightening with excitement. Ian’s eyes have never sparkled like that and left him disappointed.

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Ian Bohen/JR Bourne/Tyler Hoechlin

"Birthday Boy" 🔒 (E) by DizzyRedhead | 3,352 | After the cameras go off, Ian and JR have plans for Tyler's birthday.

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Tyler Hoechlin/Dylan, /Ian, /JR

"Pictures of You and Us" 🔒 (NR) by Areiton | 3,314 | He can't quit looking. It's always been a problem, but it's worse right now. It's worse because Ian is sending photos, Hoech half asleep and smiling, Hoech grinning shyly from behind a cup of coffee. Hoech, unaware and sunlit.

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This is an ongoing list.

[hotgirlstiles]

you mentioning the dirty dancing tiktok audio in those tags makes me want a dirty dancing sterek au!!! ugh it would be so good

i actually have nonidea what dirty dancing is abt! ive read the plot but i cant see it as sterek 🥲 but i do approve of rich baby stiles ❤️❤️ please tell me more of a sterek dirty dancing au!!! 👀

[yumelilo]

Writing smut while listening to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack....

It be like that sometimes.

[modern-sybil]

tag game - top 3-5 otp edition

please, if you are tagged, list (with pics or gifs) the 3-5 otp pairings that you hold nearest and dearest to your heart, including the name of the media they are from! this can mean a romantic pairing, or best friends, or a polycule... whatever you want it to be! i am defining OTP as people you want to stay in each other’s lives for the rest of time.

if you wanna, you can include why you ship them, too. i wanna hear all the rambling. 

then tag 3-5 people (or more) that you think would have fun doing this! 

i am going to tag @fablesdelightme​ @theheartofthekoko​ @bimmyshrug @blueeyedrichie @whorefrombabylon @kickassfu​​ @chthonicillness @ramblingsofaqueerwoman @feralsnail​ and i am also soft-tagging all my mutuals that i didn’t think of because my brain is soup.​

and there’s no shame here, we like what we like and we will refuse to cringe about it.

okay! i’ll go first! my top five list begins under the cut!

Tara and Willow from BTVS - 

the first time I watched this show and saw that two girls loved each other like these two loved each other was the first time I started truly questioning my heterosexuality. Now, over 7 years later, I’ve fully embraced being a lesbian!!! And it is in no small part to the above giffed kiss.

Peeta and Katniss from the Hunger Games trilogy - 

To clarify - the book versions of these characters. Not that the movie version was terrible, it was just far less nuanced and I felt like it cut out a lot of the scenes where you really can tell that Katniss loves Peeta as much as he loves her. It is the choosing-peace-and-wildflowers-over-war of it all.

Idgie and Ruth from Fried Green Tomatoes (at the Whistlestop Cafe)

“I’m as settled as I ever hope to be” is hands down the best line a wlw has ever said to her partner. It is known. Sadly, because of censorship, the textual wlw relationship between Idgie and Ruth was removed from the movie, but the actresses did their absolite best (which was a heck of a lot) to include ever ounce of subtext that they could. I remember watching this as a young teen and going “I would love to have a friend like Ruth in my life” and then, when, again, I came out as a lesbian, I was all “yep, still want a friend like Ruth in my life, but now it is Overtly Gay”

Jester and Caleb from Critical Role’s M9 campaign

it’s the angst. and the past trauma. and the grumpy cat/happy dog dynamics. and the absolute acceptance of each other exactly as they are. and the hope. and the kindness. and just...... i know that they will never be cannon, but they are cannon in my heart.

Spike and Buffy from BTVS

Did you see how I spaced out two different ships from the same show? It is to make me appear more cultured, lol. But seriously, from the first time that I saw Spike on the screen, my brain went “please let them bang.” And then I saw them interact and the chemistry was So Strong, and my brain went “please let them bang.” I never thought that they’d genuinely make me cry, though. But they did. With the feelings. And the love. And the understanding exactly who and what each other are. I will ship them until I die, and then I will ship them from beyond the grave.

Honorable Mentions - 

Derek and Styles from Teen Wolf

Booth and Brennan from Bones

Johnny and Baby from Dirty Dancing

Anne and Diana from Anne of Green Gables

and that’s all folks! i hope you tag me in your post soon and spread this around! i think we all could use some time just talking about things that make us happy.

[welshwoman1988]

Stiles Stilinski has his life all figured out and knows exactly what he wants to do as soon as the summer is over. A chance meeting at the resort his family vacations at not only turns all of that on its head but introduces him to someone that he never planned for and could never forget.

(Or the Dirty Dancing AU that kinda took over my life!)

Hey, all!

I forgot to mention on here that I posted a new story! Yes, I did! I mostly wrote this one for @allourheroes, but also all the lovely people over at the @sterekdrabbles‘ Discord! It was a lot of fun sprinting with you all!

(Also, I know that it says it only has three chapters out of fifteen, but it is done! @allourheroes is betaing it for me and I have a posting schedule set up for the weekend! Hope you all drop by and give it a gander!)

[tabbytabbytabby]

Sterek Week Day 5: Scene Stealer - Dirty Dancing

[christinesficrecs]

Hi! I love all the work you do on this page and it’s one of the best resources in the Sterek fandom and I wanted to thank you for that. This may sound weird but do you know of any dirty dancing aus? I rewatched the movie and now I have a craving for fics based on it.

Thank you so much!!! ❤️  There are a few fics here. And a few more booty shaking ones just for fun. 😉

Like the Sway of Your Hips by Twice_Shy (notboldly) | 5.5K 

Stiles teaches Derek to dance, and then some.

This You and Me Thing by Cousin Shelley (CousinShelley) | 14K

Stiles is perceptive, Scott is a mother hen, Erica dances, Boyd is Zen, Danny is smitten, Matt is nervous, Jungle staff really need to learn to spot fake IDs, and Derek absolutely does not dance.

Bump and Grind by eeyore9990 | 2.4K

When Derek catches Stiles doing a slow bump and grind to some sexy jazz music, he teasingly puts a twenty dollar bill in Stiles' waistband. Stiles turns the tables on him by giving him the lap dance of his life.

My Hips Don't Lie (And I'm Starting To Feel You Boy) by MagnificentlyMagic | 5K

The one in where Derek is a photographer for Calvin Klein and has roped in his dancer boyfriend (and his dancer friends) to model for him.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I was wondering if you had any sterek dirty dancing aus. Thank you love your account!

I found one. -Letta

Nobody puts Stiles in a corner by Stephaninnie

(7/7 | 39,565 | Mature | Sterek) *Locked to non-members

Dirty Dancing AU where Stiles is Baby and Derek is Johnny and some things have changed but most things have stayed the same. 

Regular Dirty-Dancing Fics:

Triskelion by hazelandglasz

(1/1 | 669 | Mature | Sterek)

What if Stiles tried to show to the world who he belongs to

party of the rooftop (top of the world) by LittleMissInsomniac

(1/1 | 1,845 | Mature | Sterek)

He had Isaac being jostled about at his front, and there was Erica, swaying with them on their side, and then, finally, here was Derek, his laugh a low rumble as he plastered himself up against Stiles' back. His chin dropped to his shoulder, and Stiles threw his head back against the alpha with a breathy laugh, giggling again when an arm snaked around his waist. This was it, this was his favorite part, when they were all crowded in together and he had Derek right here, when he swear he couldn't tell where one of the wolves started and the other ended.(Or: it's Isaac's 21st birthday, and the pack takes him out to celebrate properly.)

Grind On Me by pyrodaggers

(1/1 | 2,960 | Teen | Sterek)

Lydia forces Stiles to go to a black light party. She says it will loosen him up.Stiles bumps into Derek and well...shit happens.

Like the Sway of Your Hips by Twice_Shy (notboldly)

(1/1 | 5,506 | Explicit | Sterek)

Stiles teaches Derek to dance, and then some.

[mrspasser]

New chapter for ‘The time of your life’!

I posted a new chapter for ‘The time of your life’ on Wattpad and Ao3. Here’s a little teaser:

“Loose the flanel,” Derek instructs when Stiles joins him in the middle of the room. His eyebrows rise up when Stiles struggles his arms free of the garment. “Just how many layers are you wearing?”

“I just like lay-”

“You can’t dance like that. Take them off.” Derek impatiently waits while Stiles takes off his T-shirt, which leaves only the sleeveless top he borrowed from Scott. His friend actually thought to bring athletic wear to the resort, which Stiles is certainly regretting he didn’t. He just didn’t think he’d be doing anything that involved heavy exercise. This is supposed to be a holiday, after all.Stiles takes care to fold his clothes up and leave them on top of his backpack. 

When he turns back, Derek is frowning at him. Again. “What are you doing?”

“Putting my stuff away?” Stiles throws the werewolf a puzzled look. “You literally just told me to take ‘m off. Did you forget that already? Is dementia a thing for werewolves? I thought your healing factor would kinda cancel that out.”

“You’re being weird.”

“About what? About you forgetting stuff?”

Derek rolls his eyes at that. Then he gestures strongly at the small space that Stiles’ backpack takes up on his floor; he intentionally folded up his clothes as small as he could, so it wouldn’t take up too much room. “No, that!”

“Oh, dude, I’m sorry. Is it still too much?” Stiles quickly scoops up his things in his arms. “I can - I don’t know. I can maybe leave it by the door? Would that work?”

“Stiles!” the werewolf barks out, crossing the room and halting right in front of him. Stiles can’t help the way his heart starts beating faster with nerves. “You’re even more tense than usual. Why.”

“You see, most people make their voice go slightly up at the end of a sentence. That’s how other people know you’re asking a question.” Stiles blinks in the face of the most unimpressed expression he’s seen on Derek until now. “Right, right. Not what you want to hear. Well. I’m not tense! Why would you think I’m tense?” He disproves his own words by hugging his backpack and clothes closer to his chest.

“You’re stinking up the room with anxiety,” Derek answers disapprovingly.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Stiles rushes to say. “I don’t mean to - I was trying to be really careful. Considerate, you know -”

“What are you talking about?” Derek’s eyebrows bunch together like caterpillars in a car pile up. It’s actually kind of cute, you know, for an Alpha werewolf that could rip your arm off if he were so inclined. Stiles is very much aware of that last fact, although he doesn’t think Derek would actually do it. Still.

He takes a step towards the door, holding his things with one arm so he can gesture around the room with the other. “This is your den, dude. I’m not supposed to be here, leaving my scent on everything and spreading my stuff around the place.” He’s reached the door, standing next to his discarded trainers. If he wasn’t wearing Isaac’s fancy dancing shoes he would have stepped outside already.

“Stiles,” Derek says and this time it doesn’t sound annoyed. It sounds more exasperated, maybe even a little bit fond. “I work as a dance instructor, I’m used to having other people’s scents on me.” When Stiles doesn’t move he continues. “I invited you here. You wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t okay with it.”

“Well… if you put it like that.” Stiles slowly lowers his bundle of things.

“Yes, like that.” The werewolf huffs and turns away, taking a few long strides to an old fashioned record player that’s sitting next to an oversized armchair. “Can we please get started now? We still have a lot to do.”

[usermischief]

♚ Pairing: Sterek ♚ Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Kate Argent ♚ Tags: established relationship, alive! Hale pack, Emissary!Stiles, kidnapping, choking, injuries ♚ Words: 1849 ♚ Bad Things Happen Bingo - Tortured for Information ♚ ao3

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die for him

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Stiles spits out blood and leans his head back a little, taking a deep breath. His vision is fuzzy. There’s not a single part of his body that does not hurt, even twisting his fingers sends a spark of pain down his spine. His left ear is ringing.

“I should just kill you.” Kate’s voice sounds muffled as if she’s talking through a pillow. 

Stiles grins through the pain. “Great,” he says or slurs. It’s hard to tell. His own voice, his words just sound wrong in his own ears. “I’m getting bored.” He’s not sure how long he’s been here. It could be days. It could also be a week. There’s no way of telling what time it is. This room is always dark, and Kate comes and goes at random intervals. That’s what Stiles believes, anyway. He’s in and out of sleep when she’s not trying to torture Derek’s location out of him. 

Snarling, Kate steps closer. “You think this is funny?” 

“Hilarious.” His split lips make speaking a torture in and of itself. Half the time, Stiles feels like crying, but he’s refusing to show her. “You can’t find Derek with me. You won’t find him without me.” He swallows, feeling sick at the metallic taste on his tongue. Considering everything he’s been through, the sight or taste of blood shouldn’t get to him. His stomach turns regardless, and he takes a deep breath through his nose. “Let’s just get this over with, Argent.” Stiles would like to say he isn’t giving up, but that would be a lie. He’d never tell her where the Hale pack hides. He wouldn’t even sell out anyone from his pack; not even Peter, and especially not Derek. 

It’s just—

He’s tired. He’s tired of the pain, tired of nightmares. There’s no way for him to get out. Stiles can’t get past her, can’t kill her. Not in his current state, not even under normal circumstances. Kate as a human was a monster. Kate as a werecreature is something worse. 

Kate grabs his throat. Her claws are digging into his skin. The pain is not the worst thing he’s felt in his time here, but Stiles would still scream if she weren’t cutting off his air supply. “I will break you,” Kate tells him in a low voice, smiling a sinister smile, and lifts him off his feet. “Tell me where Derek is.”

Stiles yanks on the chains. The skin on his wrists tears open further. As tired as he might be, as hopeless as this situation feels, he’s not ready to die. Far from it. But he’s at her mercy. Stiles squeezes his eyes shut, struggling for air. “No,” he gasps. His head feels like it’s about to explode, making him blind to the rest of the pain in his body. He curls his fingers into tight fists and tries to get the ground back underneath him. The tip of his shoe helplessly drags over the dirty stones. Every fiber of his body wants him to beg, but he won’t. His vision darkens. Stiles can barely see her face any longer, despite forcing himself to look her in the eye. 

Until he finds himself on the cold ground, gasping for air. Black spots dance in his vision. He’s trying to breathe, but it feels like no matter how deep he inhales, it’s just not enough. It’s not enough. Panicked and with effort, he brings his hands to his throat. Even the smallest touch stings.   

Muffled laughter fills the room. Kate grabs his chin and pulls him close enough that they’re sharing the same air for a few seconds. “Sooner or later, you’ll tell me where your mate is. They all do.” With another sinister smile, she lets go of him and stands up. 

Stiles collapses to the ground, hardly stopping his head from banging against the unforgiving ground for the umpteenth time. His vision blurs further. He can’t make out Kate’s boots. He’s not even sure if she’s still facing him. Stiles sucks in a breath. “Fuck you.” Speaking hurts. His voice is nothing more than a rasp, barely even audible to himself. 

But Kate heard him. Without any warning, she kicks him in the stomach hard enough he skids across the ground and slams into a wall. 

A violent scream is ripped from him. The sound is broken, clawing at Stiles’ throat. Pain floods his mind, echoing through his body with every beat of his heart. Consciousness is slipping away from him rapidly. Stiles is trying his best to keep his eyes open, but his body is giving up on him. 

— — — 

Stiles glances at his phone. “I’ll be there in 40 minutes.” Unless his jeep is dying on him, which does not seem that way. It has been behaving wonderfully ever since he left for Beacon Hills hours ago. It’s a rare opportunity, but it does happen. 

Derek lets out a breath. “It’s late. You should have stayed at a motel.” 

“Where I couldn’t have fallen asleep?” Stiles taps a finger against the steering wheel. “You and I both know it’s better if I just keep driving. Besides,” he continues, setting the blinker, “I wanna be with you.” As much as he loves the FBI program, he hates being so far away from Derek for long periods of time. It’s making him nervous. Beacon Hills always brings new horrors to town whether Stiles is there or not. Derek and the others are strong, but he prefers to be around for the fight and especially the aftermath. 

Another beat of silence, and another reason why he hates being away from Derek. Talking over the phone isn't fun because Derek is terrible with words and Stiles has too many of them. He needs to see Derek's face. But they can't always have a video call. So, sometimes Stiles talks Derek's ear off, and other times, well, no. They aren't really other times. Stiles is terrible with silence. 

"Come on, big guy. It's not like people are on the road at this time of night." Stiles shifts in his seat and glances in his rearview mirror. A long stretch of darkness is all he can see. Come to think of it, Stiles doesn't remember how long ago he'd seen the last car. People don't like the night in Beacon County. Hard to blame them. "I'll be fine. 35 more minutes! Enjoy the silence until then." 

Derek huffs, but it sounds suspiciously like he's trying to bite back a laugh. 

"I love you, Sourwolf."

"I—" Whatever Derek replies is drowned by bright lights, metal crashing into metal, and then there's nothing.

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Stiles is ripped out of his dream. He winces as he's pulled into a sitting position. His ribs, his head— his whole body feels like it's on fire. The world around him feels wrong, almost out of balance. His right ear isn’t ringing any longer; it’s roaring. He takes a deep breath, blinking his eyes multiple times. His surroundings, however, don’t get any clearer. Kate’s face, no matter how close, is a blurry mess just like everything else in the room. 

“We’re not done here, little emissary," she smiles, fingers curling tightly around his chin once more. Her voice sounds strange, and distant like she's standing on the other side of the room instead of crouching right in front of him. “You’ve still got secrets to spill.” 

Stiles wants to punch her, but his arms refuse to cooperate. Every part of his body refused to move. His eyes flutter shut despite his best attempts at keeping them open. 

Kate pats his cheek. 

A moment later, Stiles’s arms are ripped above his head. He lets out a whimper, too exhausted to even scream. The chain around his wrists tightens, dragging him across the floor and onto his feet in the middle of the room — right back to where he woke up the first time what feels like weeks ago. It seems like he cannot escape it. 

"See, Stiles, I don't want to hurt you." Kate brushes her fingertips over his cheek. Even this slight touch stings. 

Stiles forces his eyes open and swallows. “You’re never going to find him.” His split lip opens up again. Every single word feels like it’s torn from his throat, but Stiles refuses to back down. He looks her in the eye and wishes he had the energy to headbutt her. All he can now hope for is that he’s not passing out. 

The smile on Kate’s lips is replaced by a smile. “Oh, I will,” she snaps, clearly at the end of her patience, “even if I have to use parts of you as bait.” 

“Good luck.” 

Sighing theatrically, Kate lets go of the chain. Without the support holding him up, Stiles collapses. His legs refuse to carry him, and he’s not fast enough to move his arms. The fall stops abruptly, his head banging against the ground in an explosion of pain and light. Stiles sucks in a deep breath, panic, and pain battling for the upper hand. There are hands on his body. Someone moves him. 

A face appears above him. Blonde wavy hair frames a smile. Her lips are moving, but Stiles can’t make out the words she’s saying. He knows her, but Stiles’ brain refuses to connect a name to her face. He blinks and he’s in the air, arms wrapped around him with no recollection of how he suddenly got there. Stiles draws his brows together, trying to place the familiar stoic expression on someone he knows.

Stiles blinks again. This time, bright light burns his eyes. He squeezes them shut instantly. People are talking, throwing around words he’s sure he’s heard before, yet they refuse to make sense. Slowly, he opens his eyes again, this time prepared for the harsh lighting above him. The world starts to piece together around him. Breathing is easier despite the odd pressure around his mouth and nose. 

“Welcome back, sweetheart.” A woman smiles down at him. Her face looks unfamiliar, but he’s not worried about her. As long as it's not Kate, he’s safe. 

When the woman vanishes from his field of vision, another face appears. 

One he could never forget. 

“Derek.” Stiles smiles. His split lip hurts like hell, but right now that’s the worst pain. “It’s not—” Talking is almost impossible. His voice still sounds weird, and his throat hurts whenever he tries to. Still, Derek needs to know. “It’s not… not your fault.” He wants to reach out, but his left arm feels too heavy to move. 

Derek kisses his hand, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. There’s a slight tremble in his fingers as they press a little harder against Stiles’ skin. For a second, Derek holds onto him then he takes a shaky breath and looks at him again. He tries to smile, but it fails spectacularly. His eyes are red-rimmed, almost as if he’s been crying. He shakes his head. “Don’t talk.” 

Closing his eyes, Stiles nods slowly. “Love you.” 

Fingers brush over his forehead. “I love you too.”

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