#jock!stiles

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Thank you for everything you do! This page is amazing! I’m looking for #Sterek where One of them is super smart and the other is the best athlete, they don’t run in the same clicks, but outside of school they are close! Anything like that? TYIA!!

I love this trope!

begin again by bleep0bleep

(1/1 I 2,501 I Teen)

Ten years ago Derek turned down Stiles for prom.

Now it's high school reunion time.

seems to me it's chemistry by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 4,153 I Teen)

Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 4,537 I Not Rated)

Derek can't believe he's actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

Game On by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 6,391 I Teen)

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

But Then What... by orphan_account

(3/3 I 24,343 I Explicit)

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

The Awkward Love Life Of A Sheltered College Werewolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

(10/10 I 30,134 I Explicit)

Derek had been used to being home schooled. Being used to be surrounded by pack, and nothing but pack. When he decides he's going to attend college, like a normal person, his family has a fit. Derek goes anyway. It's scary and new and exciting. Then he meets Stiles. Then...Things get even more exciting.

A Cunning Plan by yodasyoyo

(17/17 I 32,737 I Teen)

Stiles has a plan to get Lydia Martin to notice him. Derek is not impressed.

If you asked me if I love him, I’d lie by dereksstilinski (greyslittlediaries)

(18/18 I 37,305 I Explicit)

Derek has already typed the entire report out and even got all of the stuff prepared for the poster that Stiles and him will have to present. Derek found that he actually didn’t mind doing all the work when it was Stiles he was doing it for, but he wasn’t going to let Stiles get away completely. He was going to get Stiles to come over and help with the poster, so help him god.

When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 

(6/6 I 135,402 I Mature)

It was like a door he’d nailed shut in his brain suddenly exploded open, all of his past confusion and anger and hurt and adoration flooding out at once. Stiles? Was it actually Stiles?!

Stiles, the guy he’d had a crush on for fucking years growing up. The guy who’d been an absolute dick to him their whole last year of high school.

The guy who’d told him he loved him in a dirty men’s bathroom on prom night while drunk and upset because he thought Kira was Derek’s girlfriend.

That Stiles? But it couldn’t be!

Burn with hellfire in the blue light of midnight by babisays

(20/20 I 203,189 I Teen)

Stiles met the Hale siblings when he was eleven years old. Now it has been six years since he lost his best friend Cora in the fire, and Derek and Laura left Beacon Hills.

Six years was a long time, so he didn't think he would ever see them again, but now he was wondering what the hell was Derek Hale doing back in Beacon Hills.

[hedwig221b]

I gotta ask now since I’m not seeing it in the rec list, do you have any good recommendations for jock Derek stories?

I do 💕

Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress

“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?” The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.” Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

Pong Me, Bro by LadyDrace

Stiles doesn't date jocks, because it seems like all they do is prance around making a spectacle of themselves to impress whoever they're trying to hook up with. It's pathetic, and Stiles isn't into it. Which is probably why it somehow completely escapes his notice that one particular jock is determined to catch his eye.

You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you) by standinginanicedress

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb. Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn't even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record. The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great. Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin' Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again. Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

soluble by HalfFizzbin

Derek comes back after summer break all hot, beardy and brace-less. Stiles honestly has no idea what everyone's freaking out about.

When the Rose Blooms by DevilishBittersweet

The first time Derek saw him was at a football game. There he was, cheering loudly for number 12, leaning over the bar in front of the bleachers. His nose was bright red due to the cold night air. His messy hair was half covered by a loose beanie. His skin was almost translucent under the large stadium lights. Derek’s acute sight could pick up the small moles that covered his face. Derek could hear his heart beat thrumming loudly in his chest out of excitement. He saw his friends around him. But Derek had his eyes set only on him.

Sandbox Love is Forever by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Being at different colleges, miles apart, meant that they’d likely be too busy for each other. An unstoppable force tearing them apart. But he could hold on for now. “Okay,” Stiles shakily answered, clearing his throat before continuing, “I’ll go with you after the game.” The corners of Derek’s lips started to turn up into a small but hopeful smile. It was different from the smile Derek did for football. It was always more personal—genuine—when he looked at Stiles.

A Thousand Fiery Suns of Angst - Just Press Play by apocryphal

All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It's all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.

Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

loving him is red by allhalethekings

"Who’s that?” Stiles asks, eyes not leaving the table. “Who?” Scott asks, following Stiles’s line of sight. “Him? That’s Derek Hale. And you better forget about him. He doesn’t date."

erroneous manoeuvres by slippingfromreality

"Hey, Stilinski!” Stiles clenches his teeth. “What do you want, Hale?” he shouts back, not bothering to turn around. The smug smirk that’s most likely waiting for him is already seared into his mind from overexposure. “A date!” the answer comes, still as loud, and most of the bystanders giggle or snort in Stiles’ direction. Stiles rolls his eyes. This is the third time this week. He’d complain that Hale’s jokes are getting pretty stale, but he’d probably be milking this situation for all that it’s worth, too, if their roles were reversed. “Wrong aisle,” he grouses back, “try the bakery section. I hear they have fresh tarts.” Or, in which Stiles grievously misjudged his bullying situation.

If I should stumble, catch my fall by Gorgeousgreymatter

Well, friendship is canceled. That's all Stiles can think when he walks into the locker room and finds it empty, with Scott's dumb werewolf ass completely AWOL despite the text message he'd received assuring him otherwise. Which wouldn't be that bad, if not for the fact that now Stiles is face to face with a very wet, very naked Derek Hale.

Kingdom By The Sea by kilaem

Lydia grabs his arm and pulls him down in the seat next to her. “When the hell did you find time to bag a guy like Hale?” “We’re friends,” Stiles feels his face heat up, and then the team are running out and Derek sees him and smiles. His blush gets worse. “Oh really?” “Our moms were friends, okay? We’ve been in diapers together.” “I thought you two hated each other.”

Game On by stilinskisparkles

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

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[regrettorisotto]

I can't believe there's no content about Mason x Corey x Brett !!!

I mean just picture it: Mason and Corey already find him hot as fuck. They're probably the kind of couple that thirsts over someone they find attractive together. So it really only takes one person, probably Lydia, or Stiles in a joking way, to be like 'well why don't you both just ask him out if you're so obsessed with him?'. And they'd both be like huh... yeah. You know what. Yeah we will.

And Brett obviously knows about their attraction to him. For one, he's just aware that he's hot, but also neither Mason nor Corey are particularly discreet in their ogling of him. So when they approach him, Brett thinks this is merely physical attraction, maybe a one time thing for the couple. Maybe he even thinks that they're just joking. No way they actually want to romantically date him.

Cue a series of events where Corey and Mason try to show Brett they're serious and fumbling their way through several miscommunications and frustrations because seriously what is it with hot assholes and their incapacity to accept that they're wanted for more than their body and looks.

[pkrosche]

Nerd!Stiles trying to get Jock!Derek excited about passing physics, tell me I'm wrong 😆

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 20: Jock

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Derek sighed as he walked into his bedroom for the night, feeling incredibly drained from his argument with Eli. “I just don’t get it,” he huffed, throwing himself down onto the bed in a huff. “No matter what, we just can’t seem to see eye to eye.”

Stiles frowned and ran a caring hand over his husband’s chest. “He’s a jock,” he said. “All his high speed brain can focus on it sports.”

Derek frowned deeply. “I guess,” he growled. “I just wish that I could understand him better. Like, as if we were on the same wavelength.”

Derek lied back and rested next to Stiles, having trouble sleeping due to his fight with his son. He and Eli had been fighting with one another lately, usually due to typically father-son issues, such as Eli letting his grades slip due to his intense interest in sports, which tended to lead to Derek threatening to pull Eli from whatever team he was on that month. His son was a total jock, something that Derek didn’t really experience while in school.

As Derek drifted off to sleep, he felt his limbs tingle, his mind constantly wishing that he could understand the jock better…

The alarm blared, and Stiles sleepily slapped it silent.

Derek stretched his muscled arms above his head, yawning loudly as he woke up. As he moved, his face scrunched up as the stench of musk and sweat hit his nose, emanating in waves from his hairy pits.

Even Stiles could smell it with his dulled human senses, jerking back and plugging up his nose. “Damn Der,” he gasped, “no offense, but you reek.”

Derek felt his face grow warmer as he blushed. “Yeah, Bro,” he heard himself balk in his deep voice, “I must’ve worked up a big sweat last night.” Derek was puzzled over how deep and slow his voice sounded, and the way he’d called this husband “Bro”.

For a brief moment, Stiles scrunched up his brow in confusion, but it smoothed out rapidly as a small grin formed on his face. “Typical jock,” he lightheartedly laughed, slowly getting out of the bed to get ready for work.

Jock? Derek puzzled over what Stiles had said as he got out of bed, his body automatically lumbering towards the dresser. He yanked open the top drawer and paused as he was greeted with an array of jockstraps— his boxers nowhere to be seen.

As if his body had a mind of its own, Derek felt his muscled arms move and snatch up a jockstrap. He yanked the small garment on, the pouch filled to the limit with his massive cock and balls while his perky ass bubbled out the back.

“Don’t you want to take a shower?” Stiles asked, the tone in his voice indication that he’d hoped that Derek would listen to him. 

“Nope,” Derek heard himself scoff, answering without any thought of his own. He even leaned down and sniffed at one of his stinky pits, the musky stench filling the confines of the bedroom. “I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m gonna get all sweaty at practice anyways. So what’s the point?”

Practice?

Derek was so caught up in his odd behavior that he’d barely noticed when he’d opened up another dresser drawer, grabbing a football jersey. He yanked the tight garnet on, noting how his muscles pressed against it, illustrating his athletic prowess. Next, he grabbed some small workout shorts that only came up to mid-thigh and were so tight that his butt and package pressed noticeably against it, almost as if they were on full display.

When he looked at himself in the mirror, Derek inwardly winced at the dim smile on his face. He still looked the same, with his mature and masculine beard that had flecks of gray in it; however, he felt ridiculous being dressed up like a total jock, feeling childish.

His body evidently wouldn’t let any of his inner turmoil show as he lifted up a buff arm, flexing a large bicep. “Damn,” he heard himself say, “I’m getting fuckin’ huge, Bro!”

Despite himself, as Derek flexed in the mirror, he felt his cock start to stiffen within the confines of his tight jockstrap. The pouch tented outwards as it struggled to maintain his meaty cock, looking as if the werewolf was smuggling a summer sausage in his pants. Instead of blushing or trying to conceal his package, Derek felt himself place this hands on his hips and shove his crotch forward expectantly.

“Hey, Bro,” he said, “I’m so fuckin’ horny. Wanna help me out?”

Stiles smiled at his husband, chuckling as he shifted off the bed. “Damn, Der,” he laughed, “that thing’s always cocked and loaded.”

Always cocked and loaded? Derek’s eyebrows rose as new memories filtered into his foggy head, being filled to the brim with Derek being hard and rutting against whatever crossed his path. The stud was always incredibly horny, his cock seemingly rocketing straight to attention after a few moments after cumming. He wanted to blush at the image of himself sauntering down the street in his tight jerseys, his hard cock pressed tightly against his thick thigh for all to see.

Derek’s frantic thoughts slowed down significantly as his husband dropped to his knees in front of him, wasting no time in taking in his full member.

“Oooh!” Derek loudly bellowed, his deeper sounding voice bouncing off the thin walls in the house. “Yeah, suck that cock, Bro. Bet it’s the biggest ya ever had!” The normally silent werewolf couldn’t keep his mouth shut as he was sucked off, moaning loudly and cockily bragging about his cock. No matter how humiliated the alpha was over his uncontrollable behavior, he couldn’t help but bask in the warmth of pleasure that washed over him. All of his panic was momentarily forgotten until all of his ample muscles tensed up. “Uunghh!”

Derek cried out as he came, shooting what felt like the biggest load of his life. He was left spent and trying to catch his breath as Stiles stood up and went about getting ready for his day at work.

“Thanks, Bro,” Derek heard himself say. “I gotcha next time!” Already, at the mere suggestion of sucking off his husband, Derek’s cock plumped up and it took him a few moments to realize that he’d been absentmindedly fondling his hard bulge after tucking it back into his jockstrap.

As the werewolf continued with his morning routine that didn’t involve a shower, he couldn’t help but wince whenever he lifted his arms and his musky stench would waft out from his pits, smelling as if he’d just finished a killer workout at a crowded gym.

Derek walked downstairs and paused at the front door where Stiles gave him a quick kiss. “Can’t forget this, Coach,” Stiles said, handing Derek a silver whistle attached to a small chain necklace.

Derek was confused over both the whistle and why Stiles had called him “Coach” for some reason. However, the confusion quickly vanished when Derek realized that he no longer worked at his auto shop but was instead a coach at Beacon Hills High School. His stomach dropped when he tried to recall the massive amounts of paperwork that were supposed to be waiting for him on his desk at the shop, all of them detailing receipts and parts on orders; yet, now the werewolf’s muddled brain struggled to comprehend what all of those numbers meant. He paled even further when his knowledge of business management wasn’t the only thing gone. In a panic, Derek’s eyes darted around the house and sure enough, simple items seemed to be way beyond his mental grasp. For example, although he’d used it hundreds of times before whatever the hell happened to him, Derek stared at the coffee maker that was in the kitchen, unsure what all of the buttons meant… luckily Stiles was there to help him out since he was such a dumb jock.

Derek inwardly flinched at that last thought, recalling the stupid wish he’d made last night. He’d wished that he could understand jocks more.

Now Derek was a dumb, horny jock.

His days were filled with nothing except working out, playing sports, and fucking. That’s all a dumb jock like him was good for.

Still, Derek put the whistle around his neck and puffed out his large pecs against his tight spots jersey. “Thanks, bro,” he dimly smiled before leaning forward to rut his hard cock against Stiles’s thigh. “You gonna come during my lunch break to help me out with this?”

“Of course,” Stiles said, resting an admiring hand on Derek’s bicep, which the werewolf flexed out of instinct, “I can’t have my big jock going too long without any release. Poor guy would be all pent up.” He mock frowned, a hint of playful condescension audible.

Derek’s foggy mind didn’t pick up on it, and instead he just smiled back widely. “Yeah, Bro,” he agreed in his deep voice, “if I don’t cum at least five times a day, I can’t think well.” He paused at the odd words leaving his mouth, but then the alarm on his phone went off and he perked up. “Oh shit. I’m gonna be late! Love ya, Bro!” He kissed Stiles on the cheek before hurrying out of the house and lumbering towards his Camaro, his hard cock tenting out his tight shorts.

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Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant.

Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

[muskywolfthings]

There is a serious lack of Cheerleader!Stiles fics and I feel I must remedy this immediately 🤭

Question is, do I make Derek the big dominant basketball captain, who swoons internally every time Stiles so much as glances in his direction on the court- oooooor, do I make him the newest recruit on the lacrosse team- a freshman, shy, cute, Stiles a junior- and so hot Derek can’t help but pop a boner every time Stiles shakes his Pom-poms.

We shall see. Would you guys prefer one or the other? I may honestly just do both, I’ve been overtaken with the urge to write so desperately, and it’s been a hot minute, I think I can do something with this 😏

[endwersed]

man I really wanna write some Sterek high school AU PWP

[gaefandomlover]

WIP Game 2

tagged by no one

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send you an ask with the most intriguing title, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

I thought I'd do this again since I missed some of my WIPS from the first list!

I Will Be By Your Side - Teen Wolf Season Five AU

You're Safe With Us - Thiam Au Domestic Abuse (Not between Theo & Liam)

We're Singing Louder Than Ever - Chrisberry Band/Social Media AU

The Bronze Warrior - Thiam AU Statue Prompt

Hero/Villan Prompt - (Thiam) Teen Wolf AU

Mike Fukanaga/Flint Forester - Supah Ninjas - Parental Abuse

I'd Kiss You with People Watching - (Jordan Baker/Asher Adams)

Nerd/Jock - (Jordan Baker/Asher Adams)

Thiam Pirate AU

Sthiam (Stiles/Liam/Theo)

Your Worth is not a Negotiation - Jazekiel

Start of Something Good Sequel one shot - Olivarry

Anchors Forever - Thiam Oneshot

Sterek One shot - I mainly have Ideas for it

Will somebody be there to rescue me?

Chrisberry Marriage of Convienience

I'm Home - Olivbarrisco (Oliver/Barry/Cisco)

Tagging: @ksbbb, @jujubeesarecandy, @thiamsalpha, @thiamsxbitch, @honeyscapes, @genetic-hellhound, @blue-hair-and-angels @bigjarofthiam, @7upslut, @shinigamimailjeevas, @wolfboy88, and anyone who wants to join! I'd tag more, but I'm too shy. 🙈 If you see this, consider yourself tagged

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

POPULAR DEREK SIMPING FOR NERD STILESSS (please <333)

Sure thing!

Come Along Because I Love Your Face by cardel

(1/1 I 1,035 I General)

Derek doesn’t mean to stare, he knows it’s rude but he can’t seem to help it. The guy has been talking to his circle of friends for the better part of the lunch period and they’re all listening, riveted, just like Derek.

Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 4,537 I Not Rated)

Derek can't believe he's actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

Game On by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 6,391 I Teen)

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

Playing Hard To Get by stereksterek

(3/3 I 6,911 I Not Rated)

“Is that your best pick-up line?”

Derek was taken aback by the blatant call-out from his clearly intelligent mate, but if anything it just made him grin.

“I can do better.”

“Then why would you start with something that wasn’t your best? Maybe you’re not really that interested in me and could go and reflect on that somewhere else?”

Before Derek could refute his mate’s doubt with all the ferocity of his wolf, Stiles turned back to the bookshelf and continued searching for the book he'd been looking for. Apparently his mate wanted to play hard to get, but that was fine with Derek. He didn’t mind a challenge.

“Trust me. No one could be more interested in you than me.”

living in a movie i've watched by thoughtsandthings

(13/13 I 20,995 I Teen)

Stiles scrambles to his feet and holds his hand over his heart like he’s about to recite the Pledge of Allegiance. “I solemnly swear I will try my damnedest to woo the crap out of Derek Hale.”

Scott laughs and tosses a couch pillow at his head. “Deal."

Stiles and Scott shake on it.

But Then What... by Stoney

(3/3 I 24,343 I Explicit)

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

[nezmar13]

[sapphireginger]

Summary:

Stiles huffed as he sat down on his bed. His best friend Isaac was on the phone and had been graciously listening to Stiles rant for the past half hour. “He’s such a fucking asshole but he’s…”

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude!”

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Mieczyslaw Miezko Gemini Gajos Stilinski, more commonly known as Miko by his father, Mischeif by his mother and Stiles everyone else, moved from a very tiny town called Yellville, Arkansas to Los Angeles, California. He was so not happy about changing schools but he also understood.

His mother had been offered a prestigious position at the University of California. It made sense to move and he had always been good about meeting new people, it was the whole keeping them around after meeting them that was where he flopped.

He arrived early on Wednesday morning halfway through the first week of school, which was better than halfway through the year. He would be a senior, taking almost all AP Classes, and he had plans damn it. He was going to college and it would be perfect just like he’d always planned.

Even if for most of his life the world seemed out to get him, at least Stiles could always count on himself. He was even more grateful for that fact after he nearly brained himself on his locker door when he finally got it open. His ears turned pink and his cheeks were hot with mortification. “One year. Just one,” he mumbled as he shut his locker and made his way to his first period class.

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Jackson was eyeing the food in the lunch line when his teammate, Garrett, elbowed him. “What?!” he snapped.

“Dude look!” Garrett said earnestly. With an eye roll, Jackson looked. There was a newbie apparently and weren’t newbies such fun? “Supposedly his mother got some big position at the university. He just moved here.”

“Uh huh,” Jackson said, feigning interest. “Why do we care?”

His teammate frowned. “Well, you never know what some good gossip might get ya. For example, his first name is some super strange Polish thing and in total his given name is dove names long, but thankfully he goes by Stiles. Although, I’m very curious what the five names are because Stiles isn’t one of them.

Jackson snorted. “His parents must’ve wanted to torture the kid or something.”

Garrett didn’t laugh. “I don’t know but it’s just him and his mom.”

”Yikes,” Jackson mumbled, feeling and uncharacteristic sense of sympathy for the teen that he quickly shoved aside. “What else do you know?”

“Oh, and now that he’s here, your ex got bumped down to numero dos in our grade. Lydia didn’t know whether to be pissed or impressed. I think she’s a bit of both. Anyway, his scores and grades are top notch. He’s single, and gay or bi, I’m still not sure on that. He’s incredibly smart, a total genius. He’s also sarcastic and—Oh!”

Jackson looked over just in time to see said genius trip over air and nearly smash his face into the lunch table. His glasses nearly paid the price along with his nose. “Yikes. New kid looks like a lumberjack dressed him. Who wears that much plaid? Also, are we sure he’s in our grade? He looks like a child.”

“I dunno dude. Maybe he’ll keep things interesting. I don’t want to be bored all year.”

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Stiles was so embarrassed and he decided to seek refuge within the pages of his favorite novel. It was easier than facing a lunchroom full of strangers. He knew how cruel people could be. Still, when he took a seat in science class and was paired with some douche canoe, he realized that he hadn’t considered city boy cruelty.

Within minutes, Jackson—more like Jackass—Whittemore was frowning at him and asking him who dressed him. He even went so far as to call out all of Stiles’s quirks, and while Stiles recognized it was mostly ignorance on the city prick’s part, he couldn’t bite his tongue once the bell rang.

“Would you shut the hell up you asshole?! Listen Jackass Whipemore...I don’t care what you think about my clothes, my hair, my voice, my anything, okay?! I’m a rarefied and acquired taste, thus my reason for not having any fucks to give when it comes to what you think of me. What I do care about is the fact that you just wasted a whole damn class period on that when we have a project to do. I’m not afraid to let you sink on your own. Now shut your trap and move out of my way because I don’t want to be late for the last period.”

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Jackson just stared in shock as the new kid, Stiles—What the hell is a Stiles?—gave him a tongue lashing and left. It wasn’t the kind of tongue lashing Jackson preferred either, though he quickly pushed those thoughts away. “Whatever,” he grumbled to himself. “Fuck him.”

Yeah. Fuck him. Jackson would love to. Stiles was so gosh darn gorgeous. If only he wasn’t such a fashion fail. If only he wasn’t a geek. If he was neither, then Jackson would take him to bed tonight. Then again he could always take him to bed and then that would be one and done. Right?!

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Stiles huffed as he sat down on his bed. His best friend Isaac was on the phone and had been graciously listening to Stiles rant for the past half hour. “He’s such a fucking asshole but he’s…”

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude. Like if only he was more laidback about looks. He is such a city boy. If only he was a bit more geeky. He’s not stupid but he’s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box either.”

“First day and you already have a crush, Stiles. Damn.”

“What?! No I-I don’t!”

He totally did but it was more of a I hate you, now go fuck yourself but, you know, go fuck yourself after you fuck me. Stiles groaned. He was so screwed.

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Erica Reyes, Danny Māhealani, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Implied Kira Yukimura/Malia Tate - Character, Implied Jackson Whittemore/Danny Mahealani, Implied Erica Reyes/Vernon Boyd - Character Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Human, Jock Stiles, Virgin Derek, Shy Derek, Social Anxiety, Truth or Dare, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Book Nerd Derek, Anxiety Attacks Summary:

Derek does his best to get out of the party, but despite his best efforts Erica somehow manages to convince him anyway. (The fact she mentions that Stiles Stilinski is going to be there, probably in tight jeans, is irrelevant.)

Derek finds himself roped into a game of 'Truth or Dare' at a party and is dared to kiss Stiles.

[patolemus]

The tagsssssss they are just 🤌🤌

Stiles was kinda popular before because he just has one of those personalities that draw you in and, okay he’s a little weird sometimes but he’s pretty funny you know? Definitely not the worst guy you could find in college. But generally, he was just Some Guy.

And then people find out he has a Hot Older Boyfriend.

i still can’t get over this pic like imagine stiles facetiming derek (who’s still learning how to use iphone) and this is what he sees everyday

[mindofmim]

Mim's FTH Offer 2025

Hello! I have been writing fan-fiction since 2007 and found the Teen Wolf fandom in 2017. Since then, I have been a hardcore Sterek shipper, and it is pretty much all I have written since. I am most comfortable writing domestic fluff and pinning. Though I’m not opposed to action stories, and quite enjoy when the characters show off their badassery.

I am offering a fan-fiction between 2k and 10k (if the story takes me longer to flesh out I hope you don’t mind but I don’t want to commit to more than I can reasonably deliver).

Smut isn’t my strongest skill and I won’t be open to writing a story that centres around it. (a steamy kiss here or there we can discuss but big sex scenes are off the table.)

Sterek is the ship I’m offering to write for, and will the main focus of the story. But I am comfortable creating works with past relationships mentioned and other ships populating the background (Some of the ships I’m willing to add in the background are; Cora/Lydia, Scott/Kira, Peter/Chris, Melissa/Sheriff, Cora/Issac, Lydia/Parrish, Chris/Melissa, Scott/Allison, Erica/Boyd).

Scott isn’t my favourite character. If you would like a brotp between Scott and Stiles I’d appreciate feedback on how you’d like that fleshed out. Similarly, if you want Bad Friend Scott I’d like to know how you’d like that to play out.

I’m not all that familiar with the puppy pack (Liam, Brett, Hayden, Theo, Mason, Corey, etc.), so I’m not comfortable portraying them in a fic.

You can see some of my other works and get an idea for my writing on A03: MadMim, and you can find my Offical Offering Sheet and Bidding Sheet on Dreamwidth. I look forward to working with you!

[hedwig221b]

TWILIGHT

sterek | E | 67.7k | ao3

Tags: Twilight AU, High School, Full Shift Werewolves, Mates, Alternate Hale Fire, Minor Violence Anxiety, Mutual Pining, Protective Derek, Stilinski Family Feels, Jock Derek, No Underage

Summary:

Derek.

Stiles thought about him the most. Something told him that it wasn’t the last time, far from it. He thought about his softness and his open desire to kill. Stiles’ hands remembered the heat of his hands. His neck longed to feel the coating warmth of Derek’s breath. His lips burned from the kiss that never happened.

Everything was so fucking complicated.

Except one thing.

It was the only clear thought in his head. The one that made his stomach clench from fear, his heart stutter from hope, and his lips stretch in a smile.

He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Derek.