#just sterek healing each other slowly

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Can someone please write a fic about that one scene where stiles grabs Derek’s face in magic bullet.

Where although he was out of it Derek could feel stiles fingers trail across his face. He could feel how softly and careful stiles was in that one moment. It had been the first touch from a human, from anyone, that did not cause Derek pain.

And when Derek wakes up he’s just obsessed with being touched by stiles again because he remembered how good it felt, how finally someone touched him and it didn’t hurt. Derek refused to wash his face for like three days after this because stiles had unknowingly scent marked him, and he couldn’t make himself get rid of the scent. How it made Derek feel like he wasn’t alone.

This action makes Derek’s wolf believe that stiles is pack, (stiles is the first pack Member!!) and he just keeps ending up in embarrassing situations trying to get stiles attention and his hands and him.

He probably just ends up blurting it out at stiles one day. Or maybe after killing Peter, he just get handle the weight of being alone, of killing the last member of his family, of being touched by Kate, of being hurt.

So he drags his body to stiles house and just gets on his knees and begs stiles to touch him, to make it stop hurting.

And stiles knows how hard it is to lose a family member so he does. He doesn’t think this will happen again, he just understands that Derek needs comfort. But Derek comes back over and over again and every time begs stiles to touch him. And stiles does, every time.

It becomes a comfort thing for the both of them, stiles running his fingers over the planes of Derek’s face. Derek gets to relax in the one place he’s safe, listening to stiles humming or muttering and the beat of his heart. It becomes a need, but soon stiles touching Derek isn’t enough, Derek wants to touch stiles. He wants to return the favour, he wants to scent mark stiles back. So everyone will know that stiles is claimed, that he is protected by an alpha who would kill for him. And he gets the chance to on the anniversary of stiles mother’s death.

Stiles is just so tired, his dad is working, will be all night. Scott is with Allison, and stiles doesn’t have the energy to beg him to pick him tonight. So he goes to Derek; Stiles isn’t really sure what this arrangement that he and Derek have but tonight he is the one who needs. He drives to the hale house and ends up sobbing by the time he gets there. He’s just sitting in the jeep in front of the hale house and he can’t move. And suddenly Derek is there.

Derek was already worried when he could hear the engine of the jeep pull up but when it turned off and all Derek could hear was stiles crying, he moved without thinking. He yanked the driver side door open and his heart broke. Stiles was sitting there trying to calm himself down, rubbing the tears from his face but nothing was working. So when stiles turned his head to him, eyes pleading and whining, Derek picked him up and carried him bridal style into the house. Derek just holds him for hours, memorizing the way stiles feels under his fingertips.

In the aftermath Stiles makes one joke about being a blushing bride (due to the blush on his face and being carried bridal style) and Derek is just hit with a vision of being married to stiles. Of being about to always be allowed to touch stiles and blue screens. Unfortunately Derek wolf takes this as expressed agreement that stiles is mated and married to them.

Derek buys rings the next day. Sure it takes him a few more years to propose but it’s the thought that counts. (Cocky Derek hale who flirts with stiles by calling him his pretty little wife, just to see stiles blush a pretty pink for him. But one day stiles responds that he doesn’t have a ring, so Derek just gives it to him.)

[hotgirlstiles]

let’s get married by bleachers is so sterek during the summer between s2 and s3.. all bright colors and late nights and quiet stares… slowly getting closer and closer fingers brushing against each other on top of the table… derek trying hard to make stiles laugh as his bruises fade.. sharing ice cream flavors together, leaning against the jeep as they look up at the night sky, shoulders brushing together, fireworks lighting up their faces…. the late night whispers and talks in between research breaks, eyes catching each other with such fire and tension.. derek keeping little id photos of stiles everywhere—in his wallet, in his books.. the young and exciting summer love they’ve experienced that quickly went away..

but.. oh god. but let’s get married by mitski (cover)? it’s postcanon sterek who have healed alone and together and are finally settling down.. sterek in their 30s and remembering the little glances from when they were young that never went away. sterek in their 30s and realizing that they’re still so in love with each other and are done wasting away the years thinking about the what if’s.. “let’s just get married / don’t want to walk alone or run away” derek showing stiles his little collection of photos of stiles he kept and treasured, all yellowed and bent at the sides, lovedloveloved. sterek who are finally calm but still so playful and childish around each other, making up for all the lost time but still cherishing how they can still make feel each other young …. doing all the things derek wasted on kate and all the things stiles did with someone else when he just wanted derek, all this time, all along, forever

[teencopandthesourwolf]

SENSING YOU

sterek, 950 words, teen, angst, derek hale POV, derek's self-loathing of epic prepositions, PTSD, panic attacks, grounding exercises, emotional healing, they're in love your honour, pre-slash.

authors note: stiles gets derek to name 5 things his senses are aware of, to try and bring him back from an escalating panic attack.

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"The rain."

Rain, like there has been a year-long drought. Summer downpour hitting the huge skylight with such force, the sound is almost unreal. A cacophony. Each drop that reverberates is actually a tiny glass arrow and all of them— billions of them—have been aimed at the loft and its many window panes. All searching for their target.

Derek feels every last raindrop just as much as he hears them. 

Regardless of his mutated cells, Derek knows that, really, he is made of something much thinner. A thing even more fragile than glass. And he has been fractured. For a long, long time now. There's dozens upon dozens of the hairline cracks, splitting right through his confidence. His resilience. His dignity. Derek has his very own version of Lichtenberg scars, but these ones are etched right onto his soul and refuse to fully heal. There are so many parts of him that if he broke completely, right here, right now, the sound would be deafening. 

Self-preservation for Derek has become somewhat of a chore which, left to his own devices, he would not be scribbling down on his to-do list.

There's also a heart that beats too fast, echoing throughout the large space where Derek sits, attempting to be present. The beats are rapid, but currently much steadier than his own.

Derek is still shaking. 

"You," he says next, only looking up briefly. "I see you."

When Derek chances another glance, Stiles' mouth only hitches a little, at one corner. His eyes, though, shine with a gentle smile—smooth, amber stones set in cool ivory—even in the low light, despite looking directly at something so very dark.

He's so fucking special. 

Stiles is working hard to be still, Derek sees. Derek knows. The kid is still blinking too much though. Derek can see his front teeth tapping an uneven rhythm at his bottom lip, trying desperately not to chew on it. His bony knee, beneath deep red sweatpants with cream GO-FASTER stripes, is infinitesimally vibrating, rather than the usual wild jiggle.

Derek sees how much Stiles cares and wonders why. Wonders how. He takes a deep breath. In through nostrils, out through mouth.

"Pity."

Stiles shakes his head. "No. Try again."

Derek shuts his tired eyes. 

"Concern."

"Try harder," Stiles' voice is firmer yet still quiet. 

Derek's jaw clenches, keeping pace with his erratic heart.

Stiles waits. He always waits. 

"Love," Derek whispers.

"That's the one, Big Guy."

Derek inhales deeper and more even.

Stiles' love is fiercely scented. Like freshly spilt blood and spices and smoke. Like he'll do anything for an asshole who is not even the same species as he is. Hell, it even smells like it's real. Derek needs it and is scared of it and knows he doesn't deserve it, even if Stiles' pheromones forever scream that Derek is seven shades of wrong about the latter.

The top notes, they're wild poppies and adoration and desire; the heart notes are  earthy and solid, trusting and full of tenderness, sandalwood and white sage incense; and the deep and musky, almost damp smells are the base notes that hum like an autumn redolence, like fire and rage and cloves and a conviction that winter is and will always be coming.

Stiles now reaches, slowly, let's his hand hover just above Derek’s. Patient as ever.

Derek now reaches out too, holds that hand, acknowledging its presence. Stiles' presence. His own.

Stiles is here. Not alone. 

"Anchor." Derek carefully but tightly squeezes the long-fingered hand now in his grip. "My anchor."

Stiles takes the hand Derek's holding and places the palm of it to his cheek, his lean face leaning into Derek's touch.

Derek finds his other hand wrapping itself around the base of the kid's skull, the tip of Derek's thumb brushing lightly at the short, wispy hairs that curl against the grain at the neckline of flannel shirt. He brings himself and Stiles together, foreheads meeting. Now he is allowed, touching Stiles is instinctive—and it's almost everything he needs to be able to feel like he can breathe again.

Then Stiles bares his neck and Derek is there, burrowing his nose and soothing the canine inside of him, rubbing his whole face into the kid while gulping deep breaths, scent for scent. Stiles is holding Derek down by his thighs and it's a thousand times more centering than any grounding exercise. Derek is part wolf—but he is all primal. His hands smooth themselves up and down slender but muscled arms, his legs pushing against the inside of Stiles', before he gives in and grabs ass and hauls the kid into his lap.

"Want you," Derek growls.

"Last one, Der. You need to finish this." These days, Stiles has restraint Derek could only dream of.

Derek's breaths are ragged again. He attempts to steady himself with what he has learned so far. Tries to focus again. He's still twitchy, yes, but less so. 

"Taste," he huffs.

Then it dawns on him. 

In their efforts to stop his panic in its tracks—for him to regain a handle on his slippery self-deprecation dial—Derek realises that by finishing the task and finding an example for his fifth and final sense to experience, it'll mean he actually does get to have Stiles. Stiles will give that to him, a gift.

Derek will relish warm and soft cinnamon kisses, filled with trust and both sweet and sour, with mint gum and unbound affection. He will devour hot and fevered open-mouthed kisses, laced with frayed nerve-endings, cheap candy and desire.

Still agitated. Still tense. But Derek is calmer now. Able to hold onto what's real. 

He cracks his neck, breathes some more, then silently requests with a ready look.

"Taste," Stiles iterates, licking his lips.

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(barely edited bc that seems to be how i roll these days)

[theofficialstereklibrary]

different communications - sterek edition

so I’ve been stuck in my house for a year now and it’s weird to not communicate with people in a different way than before. mostly thro social media, texting & video calls. so heres some other forms of communications in sterek fics. enjoy & be safe <3

letter writing tag:

Just to See You Again by MellytheHun (9/9 | 14,950 | NC17)

A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.

He makes some cash, he’s good at what he does (especially when he gets to be a little more explicit in his letters), it pays for his textbooks and that’s all he’s really looking for and life is fine. That is, until someone anonymously commissions him to write a love letter to mathematics student, Derek Hale.

With Warmest Regards (Affectionately Yours) by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato) (1/1 | 5,920 |  R)

House Hale and House Stilinski form an alliance through the betrothal of Prince Derek and Prince Stiles. Having only met once before, they write letters to get to know one another.

You've Got Notes by the_gramophone (1/1 | 14,817 | R)

Stiles Stilinski has wanted star basketball player Derek Hale forever, but what are the odds of that ever happening? A love story of letters, prom, and the healing power of milkshakes.

Lovely Penmanship by DLanaDHZ (31/31 | 110,743 | NC17)

To use a scribe to write your letters is a sign of privilege. To be a scribe is... mildly better than a servant. When Stiles, scribe to Lady Kate Argent, is instructed to write a love letter to Lord Derek Hale in her stead, he has no idea just how far from plan things will go. He has no idea that this series of letters will begin a secret affair under the noses of his employers, will lead to him discovering the truth about his past family tragedy, and will make his head spin for both good and bad reasons. All he knows is 'Dear Derek' has some very lovely penmanship.

texting tag:

my heart's been offline by thepsychicclam (1/1 | 58,893 | NC17)

31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.

New Flavour, Sweet Finish by SylvieW (1/1 | 3,248 | R)

Stiles’ Grandmother gives his number to a stranger at a coffee shop.

The Right Number by kyaticlikestea (8/8 | 30,379 | PG13)

When Stiles Stilinski's phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he's expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who's got his phone.

So, of course, that's exactly what happens.

A sudden simple twist of fate by heydoeydoey (1/1 | 14,506 | PG13)

Stiles still has Derek's number saved in his phone, and he tells himself he's going to delete it, but he doesn't. Instead, he sends Derek a text. Okay, four texts.

online/phone calls:

Letters by ericaismeg (1/1 | 8,924 | G)

“Stiles, this is getting ridiculous. Can you please do something about it?” Lydia demands. “Do anything. I don’t care. Go up and kiss him, ask him to prom this year, write him secret admirer love letters, whatever. Just do something.”

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OR: The one where Lydia sets up an email account for Stiles to "confess his love" for Derek. And as fate would have it, they also end up becoming friends in person at the same time.

I Settle for Long Distance Calls by iamursforevrmre (1/1 | 4,369 | G)

Derek is the guy who Stiles met on some random band page on MySpace because Derek made a ridiculously hilarious comment and with a spurt of confidence, Stiles had messaged him to tell him just how hilarious it was and they got to talking. Derek is the guy that made a FaceBook account just to talk to Stiles on the messenger so they could talk more when MySpace was slowly dying out. Derek is the guy that changed his text message plan to unlimited when he finally sent Stiles his cell phone number. Derek is the guy that has been on the phone with Stiles at any and all hours through the day.

And Derek is the guy that Stiles is in love with.

Getting to Know You by Inell (1/1 | 8,402 | NC17)

Derek is back in Oregon temporarily, but he and Stiles still take time out of their busy lives to try to get to know each other a little bit better.

i want to say all those things that would be better unsaid by aeneapsych (1/1 | 24,552 | NC17)

Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.

Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow.

"One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn't care."

Wrong Number by greenleaf (1/1 | 9,833 | PG13)

Even wrong numbers can get it right sometimes.

...Or one where Stiles dials the wrong number and keeps forgetting to change it, while Derek ends up going along for the ride and sees Stiles four times before Stiles meets him.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Happy Thansgiving!

This year is going to be weird. The Macy’s Parade is going to have no audience. Just people dragging balloons behind them in the empty silent streets of Manhattan. 

I’m still going to watch it though. But whether you’re alone or with annoying family we all need an escape. So here’s a list of Thanksgiving themed fics for you. 

Thank you to anon and @nerdherderette​ for their contributions! 

Vendsgiving (AKA Derek and Stiles Meet at an Airport on Thanksgiving) by jsea

(1/1 I 5,571 I General I sterek)

Derek already hated traveling, so getting stuck in the airport overnight? And on Thanksgiving no less? That was going to be a nightmare.

Then Derek met Stiles.

early worm gets the bird by joosetta

(1/1 I 5,862 I Explicit I Sterek)

In which Stiles sends Derek a dick pic, Derek has no idea what to do and ends up having to cook Thanksgiving dinner as a result.

can't be hateful, gotta be grateful by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 6,260 I Teen I Sterek)

"Be cool, Dad, we've decided to con Grandma."

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's and she gets the right wrong idea.)

you never said a word by cnomad

(1/1 I 6,867 I Teen I Sterek)

Slowly, but surely, they worked themselves around the circle of chairs until eight sessions after the first they finally found themselves sitting next to each other.

(Or the one where Derek and Stiles meet in a counseling support group for teens)

Written in the Stars by Quixoticity

(6/6 I 26,586 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He's got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.

He's also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.

He likes his life, but he's waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren't great but hey, Derek's a lucky guy. He has faith.

He can't believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There's just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.

DILF by twentysomething

(1/1 I 30,871 I Explicit I Sterek)

"Today is Scott's first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified."

Cupboard Love by mklutz

(2/2 I 32,682 I General I Sterek)

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific

(2/2 I 82,886 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

Cornerstone by Vendelin

(6/6 I 83,738 I Explicit I Sterek)

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

[themoonslore]

Eichen house | Echo House Teen Wolf Fan Fic Rec Part 4

Light A Fire by ladyoneill

Word count: 13998 Chapter 1/1 Steter

It's been a week since his dad disappeared and slowly everyone is giving up on finding him except Stiles. Desperate, he turns to the one person he thinks can track him. Unfortunately he first has to break him out of Eichen House, and he just knows Peter's going to want more than his freedom in return for helping him.

Doors Unlocked and Open by Imnotahero

Word count: 140060 chapter 20/20 sterek

They say that when one door closes another one opens. That might be true elsewhere, but not in Beacon Hills. Danger lurks behind every door, and once they're ajar they stay like that - unlocked and open. Which is not good. Not at all. Stiles find things bad enough with Dread Doctors, Theo and his pack of Resurrected Chimeras, Lydia stuck in Eichen House and the foundation of his friendship with Scott unraveling fast. The surprising return of Derek might just be the counterbalance he needs. Especially if they could just close some of these damned doors...

Air Enough to Breathe by rightsidethru

Word count: 3562 chapter 1/1 Steter

The orderlies always fed him and Peter twice a day, every day.

So far, Stiles and Peter had eaten sixty-seven meals.

That meant thirty-three and a half days—to the whiskey-eyed teen’s knowledge, unless days had somehow been lost—they had been trapped here: no visitors, no doctors to see them, no signs or indications that the pack intended on rescuing Stiles and his current roommate. Just white walls to surround them both, the steady, constant heat of Peter curled against his back, and the vicious, knowing eyes of each of the orderlies as they dropped off the bidaily meals.

The miasma that bled and leeched into every inch of Eichen House pressed down upon the teen and, as each day passed, Stiles found that it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

Foreshock by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Word count: 22861 chapter 4/4 Steter

The day Stiles’ mom died, he almost leveled his house.

Not on purpose. Not even by mistake, really. More by instinct.

Since then he's dug his fingers into everything his has left, holding on with desperation.

Desperation never stopped an earthquake.

All the King's Horses by Marvels

Word count: 70280 Chapter 13/13 stydia stalia

Since her best friend’s death, Lydia has been on a downward spiral. But Scott and Stiles are so caught up with their own healing that they haven’t noticed her continuous disintegration. That is, they didn't notice until Lydia's mother pulled her out of school and sent her to Eichen House to be treated for paranoid schizophrenia.

Everything goes (wow) by midmorning_bomb

Word count: 8215 chapter 5/5 Steter

It was supposed to go like this:

1. Peter summons demon to the circle.

2. Demon remains in said circle until Peter outlines their contract.

3. Demon agrees to elegantly crafted contract, becoming loyally bound to Peter and Peter alone.

Instead, the creature steps casually out of the circle, tosses its things onto the leather sofa, and starts immediately meddling in Peter’s immaculate space, touching all of Peter’s very expensive things.

steel bars and blood-slick hands by Corpium

Word count: 4395 chapter 1/1 Steter

When Deaton whisks Peter's burnt, gasping body away to Eichen House, everyone else pays the price, Stiles most of all.

Escape From Eichen by MelodramaticSalad

Word count: 133993 chapter 24/24 Sterek.

There's a reason why we have dreams we can't remember. What if those dreams had the possibility to show others and ourselves what our innermost desires were, even if they were completely unknown to ourselves? That is, until it was time for them to surface. It was 2018 when this new technology was first released to the public, four years ago. A company called the Eichen Corporation started up and had three very distinct things that they specialized in.

Derek Hale found himself trapped in an Eichen facility by mistake, he was completely normal, there was no reason for him to be there. One thing was for certain though, he was going to get out of this place, and he was going to take them down.

The Greatest Thing To Ever Happen To Him by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Word count: 17169 Chapter 2/2 Sterek

Stiles tries to forget. He tries to ignore the pain. He even tries to laugh and pretend it's okay. But night terror after night terror keeps him awake every night as he relives the worst moment of his life again and again. It wasn't enough he had to face it throughout his waking hours, but he now has to face it as he tries to dream.

Derek wasn't meant to be the one to leave, just as Stiles wasn't meant to be the one grieving. That was what Stiles tells himself every night, and it almost makes it bearable.

To deal with his thoughts, Stiles goes into the Eichen House once more, hoping Ms. Morrell will have the guidance and advice he so desperately needs. But moving on and letting go are completely different than what Stiles imagined, and he struggles to find his stability. Maybe hanging on isn't such a terrible idea after all.

But maybe he doesn’t have to let go at all. Maybe Derek meant it when he said, “Forever.”

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4

[friendofhayley]

I’m back after my hiatus from fanfiction, to give y’all the best multifandom recs of the fics I read this month. Shoutout to all content creators who helped us live to see the close of this year. This fic includes 15 fics for Sterek, Larry, Winteriron, and Geraskier. The starred ones put me through heaven and hell *chef’s kiss*.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

1. Six Letter Word for Romance by @troubleiwant | domestic kink - omg there’s only one bed - soft Derek - oblivious idiots in love - 6k

Stiles definitely starts off thinking it’s fucking hilarious that Derek-sourwolf-Hale does crosswords and cares about scuffs on his furniture.

But at a certain point, and he can’t pinpoint exactly when, “fully functional adult couple” somehow becomes a massive fetish of his. Derek in sweats and bare feet, nudging his glasses up his nose while he does the Sunday crossword? Unff. Derek filling out forms to get some renovations on his property approved? Oh God, yes. Derek putting away groceries and bitching that the corner store was out of the right type of Greek yogurt? Take me now, Stiles thinks, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth.

This can’t be normal.

2. *Dirty Little Secret* by @isthatbloodonhisshirt | Cora & Stiles bffs - no one can resist the Stilinski charm - celebrity Derek - human au - 91k

“Holy shit, this is a date!” he blurted out, turning back to Derek wide-eyed. “This is a date! You intended for this to be a date, this was supposed to be a date!” He figured if he said it enough times, maybe he would believe it, but so far, no dice.

Derek was scowling again—seriously, did he want wrinkles?—but he just reached into one of the bags and pulled out a burger, checking what was written on the foil in sharpie before handing it over to Stiles.

“Of course it’s a date, what did you think this was?”

3. Can You Feel A Whole New Part of Your World? by @isthatbloodonhisshirt | i genuinely don’t look at authors names i just click i am sorry for spamming you but you write too good - neighbors Sterek - emotionally mature Stiles - the ideal fluffy world you’d want to live in - 53k

Can you hear me singing in the shower?” Stiles blurted out, because he had to know, now. If one of his neighbours had slid that note under his door, then it meant Parrish as another neighbour could hear him, too! He had to know if this was all a huge joke and one person had walked by and overheard him and decided to fuck with him.

Parrish gave him a weird look at the question, but answered anyway, making Stiles’ plans to leave the country speed up in his mind.

“Of course I can. You’re actually not bad. Though you have been singing a lot of Frozen lately, getting kind of tired of the soundtrack.”

4. Theory of Overprotective Canines by @petals42 | derek can turn into wolf - oblivious Stiles - future fic - mutual pining - 11k

Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.

Or at least he is until Derek decides he's moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.

This is not going according to plan.

Larry (One Direction)

5. **The Changer and the Changed** by @homosociallyyours | literally the best fic of all time i want to live in there - girl direction - NYC ‘70s au - trans Zayn - the girls are so lovely - 59k

It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians.

Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love.

When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene.

6. others i’ve seen might never be mean (but they would never do) by @cherrylouvol6 | aaaaaaaa it’s lesbian When Harry Met Sally !!! - rom com - girl direction - coming out and first times - really great sex - 20k

Louis sighs.

“Do you remember what I said to you the first time we met?”

“That I’m naive and neurotic and would be hard pressed to ever find someone who could put up with me?” Harry snaps.

7. some things fade (some never do) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed | aaaaaa this story took me apart and back together again just like Louis and Harry - urban fantasy au - second chances - exes to friends to lovers - hurt/comfort - 25k

Matching tattoos. He’d never thought he’d be the type for tattoos to begin with, let alone matching or magical ones, but once Harry had put the idea in his mind it had never quite managed to disappear. And it had made sense. With their relationship a long distance one, this was simply another way of feeling close to one another. Of knowing where the other was, how they felt. It had made so much sense.

Back then.

8. we can take the long way home by @eleadore | i usually don’t rec my porn but there’s so much feels in this one - canon-divergent - kink discovery - friends to lovers - this was written in 2015 as a future fic but it felt like it was taking place now so good job - 27k

“Fertile,” Louis says, and then laughs because it sounds stupid to say out loud. He hasn’t ever really thought of himself in those terms. Baby-making terms. It’s just one of those things his body can do, like exercise, or go without tea. Doesn’t mean he will.

Winteriron (MCU)

9. **Dig No Graves** by @missaphelion | Tony finds out about his parents right after winter soldier au - Tony Stark has a heart - Bucky heals with bots and lots of sugar - slow burn - 142k

"I'm here to kill you, Terminator," Tony said slowly, "does that compute?"

The soldier looked up at him with wide blue eyes and no expression. "Okay."

Tony froze. "Okay," he echoed. "I tell you I came here to kill you and your response is 'okay'?"

10. A Rifling Matter by Penndragon27 | Winter Soldier has such a big crush on Tony’s weapons, he escapes Hydra au - identity porn - pining Bucky - fluff and angst - Winter Soldier is a fanboy and it’s cute - 37k

All the Asset knows is fighting, killing.

He also knows a good weapon when he sees one and Stark Industries... they make some great weapons.

11. *Winter is Coming (aka Fifty First Avengers Dates)* by @tisfan & @everyworldneedslove | enemies to friends to lovers to 50 first dates - pining Bucky - Tony gets amnesia - no Steve bashing but he’s a little bit of an ass - mental health issues - 109k

Bucky Barnes is still mostly The Asset, and he's pretty sure Hydra is going to come back for him soon, so in the meantime he's just going to keep an eye on the Avengers for them. But then Clint spotted him hiding in the shadows, so Tony came out and dragged Bucky back to the Tower, threw him in the shower, and fed him cheeseburgers.

Now The Asset is having anomalous feelings. In his pants.

Geraskier (The Witcher)

12. *no reason to run* by @yoursummerfrost | different meeting au - only one bed but camping - cursed Jaskier - soft Geralt!!!! - poly negotiations - 61k

"You'll change your mind one day," says the innkeep. "The road can't love you back."

What a strange way to flatten something so beautiful, Jaskier thinks. What a small way to love.

13. *He Fell into a Faerie Ring* by @geraltnoises | Jaskier gets bardnapped after the fight au - non-human Jaskier - soft Geralt - Jaskier encourages people to be kind and becomes a god - emotionally mature Geralt - 57k

Traders are a gossiping sort. If there was a scandal within the noble houses of Posada, you’d hear about it in Cretegor by the end of the week. So, the quick spread of a rumor about a little village in the Kestrel Mountain range was not at all surprising. What was surprising was the story that the traders wove. They said that Luibhtorrach, a sad, ghost of a farming town, had miraculously become a hub for trade, as if overnight. Their lands unbelievably fertile and brimming with crop. Even stranger, each and every one of Luibhtorrach’s people professed that their good fortune was the work of a mysterious beast they’d claimed as their personal deity. Most recent news foretold of their plans to throw a midsummer festival celebrating this newfound god. In preparation, silken blue banners were erected in every corner of the town, each bearing the symbol of their new patron: A delicate dandelion wrapping around a golden sun.

14. Barking Up the Wrong Tree by KHansen | 5+1 things - I’m worried about Geralt’s skills - non-human Jaskier - monsterfucker Geralt - crack treated seriously - 11k

Geralt is 100% certain that Jaskier is a vampire.

He's 100% proven wrong.

15. Bardic Idyll by Lisztful | fake relationship - Geralt is soft and oblivious - pining - fluff and angst - Jaskier you can’t show your emotions mainly through song! - 13k

Jaskier is certain he can win the Continent's annual bardic competition, but he needs to be accompanied by a dashing romantic companion in order to enter. Enter Geralt, who is definitely, for sure, only interested in the free food, and not at all in staring lovingly into Jaskier's eyes.

[thebigoblin]

For some reason i was listening to this is home - cavetown and came to the crushing realization that if fits sterek kinda well???? Its always been my song for comfort but the other day i was listening to it and got slapped in the face by sterek feels-

I just listened to it right now (x) and I have soooo maaaanyyy feeels. Goddammit, Sterek. Let me have one hour in peace.

Anyways. So.

Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess

This avoids the stress of falling out of it

Are you tired of me yet?

This is soo Derek. He has been burned by love (both literally and figuratively), first with the death of his first love (which he had to do, even if it was a mercy killing he did kill her) and then he thought this woman loved him enough to want him as he was: broken, young, inexperienced. Grieving.

And then Kate showed him exactly what it means to love someone like him.

It always ends in death.

So now Derek doesn't fall in love. He doesn't even make friends, doesn't socialize. He doesn't let anyone enter the fortress of his solitude, not even Laura, knowing he is the reason they've lost their pack. He doesn't deserve that kind of love.

He waits for Laura to tire of him. To be frustrated and angry at him, to tell him he means nothing to her anymore, because even though he hasn't told her he knows why the fire happened—knows who did it—he is been nothing but a thorn in her side, anything but helpful in her endeavor to help rebuild their lives.

He waits and waits for Laura to tire of him, to kick him out of the two person pack—and she does. But not the way he wanted.

She dies and leaves him alone and there is no one to nag at him to get his shit together, to make him see that he can be loved, should be; but it's not at all what he wanted.

I'll hide my chest

And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

This can be both Derek and Stiles... but I see it more for Stiles. Idk why.

Derek plays his cards close to his chest, but he does all he can to try and protect the others. We don't really see him be anything but angry in the earlier parts of the show, and you can't make me believe that the person who gave up his Alpha powers for his sister, who trusted Peter (when he was the Alpha) despite the things he'd done simply because he's family, won't be grieving for the only family he thought he had.

And then there's Stiles. Stiles '147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. Sarcasm is my only defense' Stilinski who is human and logically the weakest person in a show of mythical creatures. And he is. He is weak. Physically, he knows he can't take on Peter or the Kanima or the Alpha Pack. And he is terrified of that. But you know what he does? He fights in spite of that. He talks, he plans, he misguides, and he fights. He fights because he won't let anyone hurt him or the ones he wants to keep safe.

Stiles, too, 'hides' his true feelings and figures out a way to get them out of their problems. (Does that make sense??)

Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead

'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

This one is kinda self-explanatory isn't it... Derek is haunted by his past and it's made him into a person who can and is willing to sacrifice his own life without a second thought.

'I know what I'm risking. My life for theirs.'

He doesn't exactly have anything to live for. But he's brave. He's going through hell and he keeps going.

He doesn't want to sleep. Not yet.

Get a load of this monster

He doesn't know how to communicate

His mind is in a different place

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space

Get a load of this train-wreck

His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

The first two lines... these are also self-explanatory. I see this as things Stiles thinks (not the monster part, not once he's rationalized that mythical creatures exist in the world) about Derek. (Honesty, I think we all think that lol).

Derek is not good at communication. He wants something but he does something else. He wanted Isaac to leave him so that The Alpha Pack can't leverage his third beta against him, hurt him/kill him like Erica (and Boyd, but I don't remember if he was alive during this time or not), but the way he made Isaac leave was to bank on Isaac's trauma—if I am remembering correctly, this is when he throws the glass at Isaac.

Derek is so not good at communication. And he is definitely a train-wreck; he never wanted to be the Alpha and he still becomes one. He never wanted for Laura to come back to BH (probably why he himself didn't come back here while she did) but she did anyways and he lost her. He didn't want to kill Peter, but he had to anyway.

He lost who he was in the chaos of his life. And he doesn't know who he is anymore—he isn't even the Alpha anymore, he's lost that, and he's been human too.

He keeps losing who he is. He keeps losing his identity.

Derek Hale doesn't know who he is supposed to be.

But maybe...

But little do we know, the stars

Welcome him with open arms

...This is how it was supposed to be.

Maybe this was all fate. All of it, from the loss of Paige to his evolution, maybe it was all mapped out in the stars. Maybe it was supposed to happen.

Just so he could find who he is.

And who he is? He's the best legacy his family could have asked for. He's a predator, and he's a killer, but he's not a cold-blooded killer. He's strong, he's brave, and he is good. He's someone who has had the worst life but come out of it a brighter person, a burning sun; a moon that shines brighter the more that it wanes, because Derek? He's learned to hide his craters, and he's learned to live with them.

Alternatively, though, 'the stars' could also mean Stiles (his moles, scattered along his skin like constellations), the only one who opened his arms for Derek even when he didn't have to. Like saving his life even when they weren't anything to each other.

Time is slowly

Tracing his face

But strangely he feels at home in this place

Time heals wounds, doesn't it?

Derek gets better with time. He doesn't just live, but he's alive. He is living.

Since I've gone full canon up until now, I'll continue post-canon here: Stiles and Derek, we know how their story goes up till S6B. We know how much Stiles means to Derek and Derek to Stiles, even if it wasn't strictly said aloud in canon.

We know.

And I... well. I think that Stiles and Derek say it aloud. To each other. How much they matter to each other.

It might be during one of those high-tension missions, the pack preparing to fight against Monroe, making plans and doing everything they can. Stiles is planning, laying out rules and objectives and making sure to drill into one of them how important this is, and Derek watches him and he watches Lydia, the girl who has Stiles' heart. (Only she doesn't, and she knows it).

And then Stiles says he will come, too. But it's too dangerous.

Derek immediately objects.

Everyone goes deathly silent. Because Stiles is the one who is 100% capable of them all, who is the best on their side (being FBI does that, as does being part of ops like this since he was 16, even if Stiles wasn't as badass as he is now).

Stiles is angry.

"So, what, you wanna be the martyr, then? Is that what you want?"

Derek is angrier. (He is terrified).

"You'll get hurt!"

"I will not! Even if I do, it's my fucking job—I'll get hurt if it means keeping you all safe!"

"You can die!"

"So I will die!"

"No, Stiles, you will not. I—"

"What do you mean I will not—"

"—can't lose you too!"

Yes, this is total cliché, but I am a total simp for cliché so :D

And yeah, after? When they've defeated Monroe and are back to 'normal,' Derek and Stiles fill the parts of each other that they've lost over the years. They make a home for themselves. In each other, with each other.

(And okayyyyy, wow. I did not mean to get so into this but... here we are. I totally obsessed over this lol).

(Also this is a beautiful song, if a bit sad? Anyways, now I have a new song to listen to so thanks <3)

[sterekshaven]

For the Sterek prompt generator...5 for all categories 🥰

Hi! Thank you so much for the prompt =D This is probably not at all what you had in mind, but I hope you like it =D (prompt generator)

Sneaky bastard ao3

1413 words | Gen characters: Stiles, Derek, (very minor Peter and Chris) tags: Established Relationship, Engaged Sterek, Fluff, Bickering, Hurt!Derek, Hurt!Stiles, One Shot           

Stiles hated kelpies. They were cool and all, but they were also really angry and bit and drowned people, they were really just plain fucking annoying. Derek was pretty banged up after the latest encounter — it was just the second for Stiles, but two was more than enough — and his healing was taking time, fucking kelpie poison. Stiles luckily only had a sprained ankle, some bruises, and a scrape on his arm, but it hurt like hell, again, fucking kelpie poison (though his arm had just brushed against the kelpie’s teeth once, while it had gnawed on Derek quite a bit).

Derek gingerly limped over to him to check in on him when they were done, when the kelpie was finally dead, and the first thing he did was take Stiles’ hand to pull his pain.

"What the fuck, no," Stiles said and nearly pushed Derek away. "Heal yourself first, dude, you can barely walk."

"Don’t call me dude," Derek grumbled as he limped over to a log to sit. "We’re fucking engaged."

Stiles’ stomach fluttered and he grinned, because yeah. They were engaged. He was going to marry Derek in a few months. Derek rolled his eyes when he saw his grin, but Stiles saw the smile tugging on his lips.

"Yeah, yeah, be smug about it," Stiles said and limped over to sit next to him. He leaned his head against Derek’s shoulder. "How bad is it?"

"Eh, it’s not too bad," Derek said dismissively, which meant it would probably take all night for him to heal.

"Right," Stiles said. "Are you okay to drive?"

Derek sighed. "Did your phone make it?"

Stiles got it up, there was a brand-new crack on the screen but it hadn’t gotten wet at least. "I’ll call Peter."

-

Peter and Chris showed up 20 minutes later so Peter could drive them home in Derek’s car and call them idiots for not calling for help before they fought the kelpie. As if they had planned it. He did offer, all on his own, to go to the grocery store for them if they needed anything, which was nice of him.

They declined his offer though; they had what they needed, and they’d order food to be delivered. Stiles however, did not decline his offer to pull some pain, although he would have preferred if Peter had taken some of Derek’s, but he knew Derek wouldn’t accept it. It was a little easier to walk after, and his arm didn’t hurt as much.

Once home, Stiles gently pulled Derek into the shower, where they carefully helped each other wash up, then Stiles sat Derek down to patch him up.

"I’m healing, this is so unnecessary," Derek grumbled, but he still let Stiles clean and bandage wounds.

"You heal faster like this," Stiles said.

It was a common argument whenever Derek was hurt, but Stiles knew how much Derek appreciated it, so he always made sure to take the time to do it. Thankfully it wasn’t too often anymore.

Derek sighed, then winced when Stiles put a bandage in place, and Stiles pressed a soft kiss to his temple in apology.

"Sorry," he said.

"It’s fine," Derek said.

"Let's go sit in the living room," Stiles said, offering his hands.

They slowly made their way to the couch, where Stiles gracelessly flopped down and Derek very gingerly sat down next to him. Stiles grunted as he leaned forward to wake his laptop, then they spent a while deciding what to eat.

Once they had ordered, Stiles logged in on Netflix and started an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, then he leaned against Derek.

"How are you doing?" he asked, finding Derek’s hand to take.

"Healing," Derek said, and Stiles saw the black tendrils spread up his wrist as he pulled Stiles’ pain.

"Dude, no," Stiles said and took his hand from Derek’s and moved away from him. A little bit. Their shoulders were still touching, he wasn’t a martyr. "Heal yourself first, then you can take some."

Derek sighed heavily, grunted as he scooted down a little, so he could lean his head on Stiles’ shoulder. "It’s fine, I can take some, it’s not like it’s gonna make anything worse."

"No, but it is like it’s gonna cause you discomfort when you’re already in pain and need all your werewolfyness to heal yourself," Stiles said. He put his hand over Derek’s, stroked his thumb over the back of his hand.

Derek just grunted, but he turned his hand, and they threaded their fingers together.

Two episodes later, Derek twitched when the doorbell rang, and Stiles squeezed his hand before getting up. 

"I’ll get it," he said, smiling as Derek blinked and looked adorably disoriented.

He wasn’t very fast on his hurt ankle, and when he got back to the living room, food in hand, Derek came from the kitchen, carrying cutlery, soda, snacks, and napkins. Stiles raised his eyebrows at him, and Derek shrugged and yawned.

"Don’t want to get up later to get anything," he said.

"Clever," Stiles said, and Derek smiled.

They stayed on the couch the rest of the evening, slouching more and more, both yawning — Derek because healing took a lot of energy, Stiles because yawning was contagious — and Derek dozing off from time to time.

Stiles kept an eye on their hands, since Derek tended to randomly pull some pain. He loved him for it, it was very kind and sweet of him, but Derek was hurt too, and much worse than Stiles, and Stiles hated the thought of Derek hurt at all, and even more the thought of him in more discomfort because of Stiles. It wasn’t as hard on Derek when he was healed, and Stiles would gladly let him take some then, but not when he was still healing. Derek grumbled when Stiles bickered on him about it, but he stopped and that was the important thing.

"Come here," Derek said, his arm lifted so Stiles could lean against his chest.

"How’s the healing going?" Stiles asked as he tucked himself against Derek. He was so warm and nice cuddle friendly, it was amazing.

"Well," Derek said. "Not much more now."

He entwined their fingers and held their hands against Stiles’ stomach, his other hand on Stiles’ waist, his thumb slipped in under his shirt to stroke his skin. It was nice.

"Good," Stiles said. "That’s good."

He squeezed Derek’s hand, and Derek pressed a kiss to his head, then they kept watching the show.

As they sat there, Stiles felt more and more comfortable, the pain in his arm just a dull ache and his ankle was barely noticeable. He looked at their hands on his stomach, but there weren’t any black lines on Derek’s hand, so he guessed he had just found a good position and didn’t think more of it. Until he could barely feel any discomfort in his arm at all.

He turned their hands, but there weren’t any black lines anywhere, and he looked at Derek’s other hand, the one on Stiles’ waist, but there weren’t any there either, so he twisted around to frown at Derek. He looked far too innocent.

"Dude," Stiles said, and Derek raised his eyebrows at him. Stiles raised his own right back at him.

"What?" Derek asked. He was such a <em>bad</em> liar, it was amazing, and yet he still tried. Stiles couldn’t stop a smile.

"You’re the fucking worst," he said softly. "I love you, but when you’re properly healed I’m gonna smack you over the head, just so you know, you sneaky bastard."

A smile tugged on Derek’s lips, he tried to stifle it, but he had never been good at that either. "What?" he asked innocently, and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"You know what." He cupped Derek’s cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips — so awkward in that position, but if there’s a will there’s a way and all that — then he turned back to settle in against him again. "Just know that I have so much ammunition for when you’ll think I have to slow down on my sprained ankle."

Derek groaned. "That’s not fair, you don’t heal like I do."

"Tough," Stiles said, smiling as he squeezed Derek’s hand before bringing it to his mouth to press a kiss to it.

"I hate you," Derek grumbled and hugged Stiles tighter, his nose against his hair.

"I know," Stiles said. "I love you too."

[christinesficrecs]

Heyy!! Not sure if this has been answered before but I’m just wondering if you know of any Sterek fics where there’s a Derek and Lydia friendship? (also fine if it’s not Sterek) Totally okay if you can’t help but I thought I’d give it a try anyway- so thanks!! Have a wonderful day/night! ❤️

Sure!

A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere | 36.3K

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

The one where witches make Derek and Lydia swap bodies by trilliastra | 2.5K

The biggest problem is that sometimes Derek forgets he's in Lydia's body. Sometimes he catches Stiles looking at him and his heart starts beating faster and he feels light headed only to remember that Stiles is not looking at him.

He's looking at her.

I really should be leaving but I stay by writingonpostcards | 13.8K | Explicit

Derek doesn't do relationship since... Well, he doesn't do relationships, but he excels at one-night-stands. He has a system and it works. He doesn't need any more than that. He's happy. Then he spends a night with Stiles and something changes.

He thinks later, selfishly, that he wishes Lydia had been that little bit sicker, because then he would have stayed at home with her that night, and he never would have met Stiles.

But it didn’t happen that way.

Sentimental Value by captaintinymite (augopher) | 15.7K | Explicit

Thanks to some pilfered cookies, Derek has nothing but disdain and suspicions about his brother Scott's roommate when he comes to stay with them over the summer. Derek will never admit he finds Stiles attractive, but he finds he's having serious trouble avoiding his him, especially with the unsolicited, erotic dreams he keeps having at night about his brother's best friend. As it turns out, the pair have more in common than first believed; they grow to enjoy each other's company, and then some.

But my how things change after a break-in results in a stressful situation for Stiles.

Rumour Has It by WhoNatural | 12.9K

Now rumour has it she ain't got your love anymore.

Dysfunctional Domesticity by yodasyoyo | 6.9K

Derek has a crush okay? A stupid crush on Stiles, which he will totally get over as long as he can make it through the holiday season without giving himself away.

Fortunately for him, Lydia has other plans.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

When Derek and stiles first gets together Derek assumes that stiles was most physically interested in him, than emotionally. Which was fine he could deal with that. A lot of people liked him for his body.

One day, after crashing into an almost sleep coma; Derek carries stiles up the stairs. And stiles just begins to list all the things he loves about Derek. He starts off with Derek hands obviously, telling Derek how strong and reliable they are how much he loves it when they rest on his neck because it reminds stiles that he safe.

and derek is mystified, because people have lusted over him, have objected him but no one has ever talked about him in the same way stiles does. No one has ever talk about how the "curve of his smile was completely unfair to mere mortals"

or how "his stupid bunny teeth and cute and sexy and could rip out a mans throat no problem" like that was somehow on a list of things stiles would want his partner to have.

or the very many other things stiles lists, like his glittering eyes and something about his jawline and how bit-able it is?? Derek is just blown away, he actually like to hear stiles talk about him like that because it felt so much deeper than just lust. and sure stiles listed his intelligence and humour and about a hundred other things but it was nice to gear something more about his body than it relative hotness.

now every-time Derek walks past a mirror and turns away or thinks something self deprecating about his body he stops and thinks "no stiles loves that part of me"

[sunmoontruth-stiles]

Hello!! I saw you take prompts for TW and I couldn't resist. I was wondering if you could work some magic with the pairing Erica x Boyd? Berica is my second fav ship (after Sterek) and I feel they need more love. I don't know if you have specific themes/tropes you like to write but would love anything fluffy. A marriage proposal or love confession perhaps? Whatever takes your fancy :) Thanks heaps!

Did I get so excited when I saw this ask that I sat and wrote this immediately? Yes. Absolutely. Berica!!! Ok so this kinda takes place after 3A, but they lived!!! ~1600 words

———

After the alpha pack, Erica and Boyd were inseparable.

Erica had been near death after fighting Kali in the vault. Boyd stayed by her hospital bed for weeks as she slowly healed. He slept in the wooden chair, that was just too small for him, night after night. Erica had always been so animated. She always had a snarky comment, or she was starting a fight. Boyd was never much for conflict, happily fading into the background. Now she was silent, and her expression was softer than he'd ever seen. The others tried to coax him away, asking for his help with the various attacks on the town, but he'd always refuse. Boyd was adamant. He would never leave her alone in that horrible white room. He knew how much time she'd spent in the hospital growing up, and he would make sure she wouldn't wake up alone this time. Erica was his only true friend. Even Issac, his fellow beta, was a stranger to him. He'd sided with Scott, probably the smart move considering his new true alpha status. Their alpha, however, he'd been demoted to beta like them. Boyd wasn't sure if he and Erica even had a pack anymore, but he knew they had each other. She kept him sane in the vault. Her strength amazed him, so Boyd stayed. He stayed until the day she woke up.

The day she woke up was one he'd never forget. After almost three weeks, Erica slowly stirred awake around five in the morning. The steady rise in her heart as she woke up caught his attention from his slumped position beside her. He raised his head and studied her face as her eyes opened with slow, heavy blinks. Erica had looked down at the heart monitor and IV with a hollow familiarity, but then she met his gaze. They just looked at each other silently for a moment, but when her lip began to quiver, he was out of the chair without another second. Boyd just held her. Erica's grip tightened around his large frame with the strength that would crush a normal human's bones. They just stayed like that for a long time.

After her release, Erica wanted to see Derek. She was still loyal to their alpha, even if she hadn't spoken to him since they'd tried to run away in search of a new pack. Boyd explained that Derek was no longer an alpha, that he'd given up the power to save his sister, Cora. Erica just looked at him with those big brown eyes, and he was already on his way to the loft.

When Derek saw her, Boyd could see the guilt and relief wash across the man's face. Their alpha had been so clearly distraught when he found her in the vault, bloody and barely alive. Boyd knew he cared about them, even if he wasn't always a great leader. He made them to increase his own power, but pack is pack.

Erica wanted forgiveness. She wanted Derek to accept that as pack again. Boyd thought he looked physically pained when he told her that Scott had to be the one to accept them as pack. She understood, but she still starred at him. Boyd knew what she wanted. Maybe he wanted it too. They wanted Derek to tell them he didn't resent their past mistakes. What they got was a stiff smile, but for Derek, that meant a lot.

Erica and Boyd weren't quite ready to go to Scott. They knew they'd need a pack, an alpha, but they needed time to heal from what they'd been through. Putting off talking to Scott was like ignoring the rest of the world for awhile. They just drove out to the woods and laid on the hood, starring up at the sky. The clear night let the stars shine brightly overhead. Boyd looked over to Erica, her blonde curls surrounded her head like a messy pillow. He'd seen her face every day for weeks, but it was like she'd finally become herself again. The warmth in her skin and the way her lips twisted up in the corners, like she was mocking the world, were a welcome change to her recent cold, lifeless state. Erica glanced over at him, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of the stars.

"Boyd, we're omegas now, right?" Erica asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

"Right," Boyd nodded. Erica seemed to ponder this for a minute.

"We have each other though, right?" Erica asked quietly. Boyd smiled.

"Right," he repeated. He'd never felt so close to anyone else, even feeling like a stranger to his own family most days. Erica smiled.

"Boyd, you know I love you, right?" Erica turned to him, her blonde curls falling to the side. He turned to face her.

"Right," he said softer this time. She watched him for a moment. "I love you too, Erica," Boyd returned her feelings without any doubt. He felt like he'd said it a million times before, and he knew he'd say it a million times more. Erica beamed up at him, and she leaned over quickly, grabbing his face and pressing a kiss to his lips. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he melted into her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She was all the pack he needed.

— 5 years later —

Boyd unpacked the last of the boxes from the truck. They'd had been moving in all day, their collective belongings from each of their college housing filled the moving van almost completely. Though, Erica's things probably took up three quarters of it. The pack came together to get them moved into their new apartment. Scott, Issac, and Derek helping with most of the heavy lifting. Stiles, Lydia, and Allison decided their skills were better suited for directing them, while they sat off to the side and watched the wolves do all the hard work.

"Hell ya! Take your shirt off!" Stiles shouted at their former alpha, causing Derek to roll his eyes. Lydia and Allison just dissolved into laughter. Erica smiled and shook her head behind a large box. Boyd came over, lifting the box from her hands.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" Erica jumped up, trying to reclaim the box. Boyd smiled and laughed.

"I got this. You go hang out with the girls," he said gesturing over to the trio of humans. Erica pouted and glared.

"I'm a werewolf. I think I can handle a heavy box," she pursed her lips.

"I know you can, but there's only a few boxes left. We got this. Go have fun," Boyd leant down and kissed her head. A smile broke out across her face. Erica gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before taking a seat on the counter beside Stiles. Boyd smiled fondly over to her before going back outside to the truck.

"So, when are you doing it?" Issac popped up beside him, asking in a hushed tone. Scott came up behind him and raised an eyebrow.

"Later," Boyd smiled and grabbed a box.

"Very specific," Issac rolled his eyes.

"How are you doing it? Are you gonna take her out to dinner? Go somewhere special?" Scott, ever the romantic, flashed his lopsided grin.

"Here. Down on one knee. What can I say? I'm a traditionalist," Boyd smiled before heading back up the stairs. Issac and Scott sighed, hoping for more theatrics, Boyd assumes. That wasn't his style though.

He got back upstairs and found Erica laughing with Lydia and Allison, while Stiles and Derek bickered. Boyd rolled his eyes. Derek never was much help when Stiles was there to distract him.

They finished unpacking the truck and got the boxes sorted into the right rooms. The pack went their separate ways, and Boyd and Erica fell into their couch with a exhausted huff.

"Pizza?" Erica prompted.

"Pizza," Boyd nodded. She smiled and pulled out her phone, ordering it to their new apartment.

They ate the greasy food and watched their favorite movies. The boxes could wait till tomorrow. After a few hours, they were resting comfortably, Erica leaning into his side, and his arm holding her close. The sun was slipping under the horizon, and the glow from the TV and kitchen lit up the room with soft, warm light. Boyd glanced down at Erica. Her hair was in a messy bun, with random blonde curls poking out in various directions. Her black eyeliner was smeared at the edges from the long day. He smiled down at her and caught her eye. Erica glanced up at him, returning the smile with a questioning look.

"What? What are you thinking about?" Erica leaned up a bit to get a better look at him. She paused the movie, studying his coy smile. Boyd shifted to face her.

"You know I love you, right?" He watched her lips hold back a large grin. She nodded.

"Right," she answered firmly.

"You know you're everything I've ever wanted, right?" Boyd said with great fondness. Erica smirked.

"Right," she repeated cockily. Boyd just smiled wider. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the small black box. Erica's eyes got wide, and her confident expression fell to surprise.

"Will you marry me?" Boyd was never one for dragging thing out. He never wanted to waste time, when he knew how quickly it could be taken away.

Erica was nodding before he even got the words out, "Yes! Oh my god, Vernon!" She grabbed his face and tackled him in a kiss. They toppled to the ground and laughed against each other's lips.

[redhoodedwolf]

hey so maybe someday I’ll stop bring up dcoms but has anyone done a sterek Z.O.M.B.I.E.S. au yet??? like ignoring the whole second movie of course

W.E.R.E.W.O.L.V.E.S.

Beacon Hills was a normal town, with normal people, and everyone got along.

And then, werewolves.

Now, Beacon Hills is divided with Wolvenland. But times are changing, and werewolves are finally allowed to join back into society, but very very slowly. First, high school.

But relegated to the basement, completely separated from humans, with the only teacher being the janitor is not how Derek thought the year would start, alongside his best friends Erica and Boyd.

Stiles Stilinski, on the other hand, is the samest person as everyone else. Well, except for his moles that kind of, like, glow? For no reason? But he just cakes foundation on his face and it covers it all up, and that’s the way he has done it since he was a baby. No one has ever thought anything weird of him and he wants to keep it that way. Especially since it’s junior year and he’s finally old enough to be a junior member of the protection squad: the group that, when a part of, makes you a shoe-in for any security job he could ever want after graduation. Which as always been his goal; to follow in his fathers footsteps.

On the first day, Stiles meets Isaac, a timid kid who brightens only when talking about the protection squad. He gets it out of the tall teen that he used to be abused and wants to do what he can to stop that for anyone else. They quickly become friends, and Stiles introduces him to Scott, his step-brother, a senior, and the captain of the junior protection squad.

Scott is really against the integration of werewolves, secretly terrified of the power they have but refuses to show his fear and hides it behind a wall of hatred. See, werewolves used to be all feral and destroyed a third of the town before the government stepped in and solved the problem with W-Bands. Every werewolf wears one, and it emits electronic pulses that “contain” the wolf and calm them, supposedly. Though they still retain the fang and glowing eyes look most days. And Scott is very vocal about his dislike, but Stiles isn’t so sure.

He’d seen, that first day the way the senior protection squad had members posted up at the werewolf entrance and sneered at them, trying to antagonize them into lashing out. He watched as the one with glowing blue eyes held back the buff wolf next to the frizzy-haired blonde wolf when something had been said about her appearance. Blue Eyes had deescalated the situation quickly and ushered them into the building, but not before their eyes caught each other. Stiles had felt a shiver course up and down his spine, and it wasn’t out of fear. He was intrigued.

He became even further intrigued when Derek tried to show up for the first meeting of the junior protection squad, wanting to sign up. Derek knew that keeping the last of his family safe was the most important thing possible, and, joining the protection squad would make that possible. He would do whatever he could to stop hunters form coming after them again.

Tried is the opprative word, though, because the school principal expressly forbid werewolves from joining school clubs. Scott stood by, arms crossed and head shaking back and forth as Derek backed out of the gym, feeling dejected.

Stiles didn’t see him again until that evening, during their unofficial junior protection squad initiation which, unknowingly to Stiles and Isaac, took place in the middle of Wolvenland.

Scott hands them a jar of some ash and jerks his head towards the run-down homes on the block. “Line the front doors with this mountain ash and you’re in. It’ll keep them locked in their houses, which is the best way to keep humans safe. That’s your first task.”

Stiles and Isaac are left alone with this jar, staring at the house in front of them, both unsure if this was the right move. A door bangs and lights blink on, and they both duck out of view, just in case.

They hear footsteps, and Stiles glances up from the ground to see Blue Eyes stumbling down the front steps they were hiding against, head swinging side to side.

The wolf spots the two of them, and Stiles clenches his fingers around the jar. The werewolf glances down at it, eyes widening, and then—

“Derek!” A woman’s voice shouts form inside of the house. “Anyone there?”

Derek, apparently, what a normal name, takes a deep breath. Stiles winces, waiting for the retribution. Isaac is next to him, shaking.

“Nothing Laura.”

Stiles’ head shoots up at that, staring in shock at Derek as he stares back, frowning slightly.

“All clear,” Derek adds, for good measure, and then leaves, back into the house

Stiles and Isaac duck back to Beacon Hills as quickly as possible, the jar of mountain ash tossed into a trash bin. When Stiles got home, he just gave Scott a nod, letting him think what he wanted, and went to bed.

The next day, Stiles snuck down to the basement to apologize or maybe thank Derek for not ratting them out. They find a minute to sneak away, and after Stiles apologizes, he admits he doesn’t know a lot about werewolves but he doesn’t see the big deal. Derek, afraid to trust a human, as doing so has never been historically helpful for a ‘wolf Hale, tentatively accepts Stiles’ friendship and can admit to himself he may have a bit of a crush. Stiles is cute, okay? He has golden eyes that almost seem to glow like a werewolf’s, and he smells soft. Just, soft.

Stiles was trying to figure out how he could sneak around and spend time with Derek, maybe get Isaac involved if he be willing (he seemed sympathetic to the werewolves and supported Stiles’ confused rambling as to why they couldn’t join clubs), when a minor disaster struck.

It was the first official mission of the year for the squad and Stiles was excited to show his skills. It was just a routine patrol, something Scott told them would happen usually once a month. They were patrolling the school campus during the evening lacrosse game, Stiles leading his group, Isaac at his back, around the locker room entrance.

Sudden screams came from the field, and because Stiles’ team was they closest, they were told to investigate.

The field was chaos, the game abandoned as a crowd of hooded figures with guns and crossbows pointed their weapons at the scattering crowd. Hunters, Stiles realizes, and then his second thought is that there must have been werewolves in the stands, to encourage the illegal “vigilante” group out of hiding.

Stiles’ dad had dealt with them a few times he knew, but he never thought he’d have to on his first mission.

He’s prepared, though, but no one can prepare for trigger-happy hunters who, at the first sign of movement of Stiles’ team, aimed a crossbow at them and shot. Well, not them. At Stiles.

Stiles hears his name shouted and suddenly he is on his back and someone is flattening him into the ground and breathing heavily.

“Derek?” Stiles chokes when he recognizes the figure. “What..?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?”

Stiles looks over Derek’s shoulder and sees an arrow sticking out of his arm. He screams.

“I’m fine,” Derek assured him. “No wolfsbane.”

Stiles doesn’t really understand wolfsbane, but he knows that means Derek won’t die from the wound.

Once Stiles was on his feet, he saw the hunters had vanished, naturally.

Stiles watches Derek heal right in front of his eyes and stares at him in awe.

The very next day, due to Derek’s rescue in front of many witnesses, he is probationarilly allowed to join the squad.

“You do good on these missions, protect the humans, and maybe we’ll think about letting the werewolves participate more.” This was the principal’s stance.

Suddenly, Derek was the poster boy for werewolves, which he never wanted but knew he now had to keep up, in order to maintain a friendship with Stiles.

Meanwhile Stiles was feeling a lot of pressure from Scott at school and at home for his obvious connection to werewolves. Scott warns him not to trust easily. You never know who could out you as a freak.

Stiles coats his makeup extra heavily for days afterwards, which is how Derek notices his excess palor. Stiles finds himself spilling his whole story, how he was born with these illumiscent markings on his face and he and his parents never knew why, though he suspects it has something to do with the werewolf attack his grandfather Stilinski barely survived right before meeting his grandmother. Residual magic is his best guess.

Stiles doesn’t let Derek see it, but Derek tells him he shouldn’t be ashamed of the things that make him different.

As each mission Derek is sent on with a wary and uncooperative team comes back successful, the students and the school begin to relax. Soon, werewolves have lockers in the same hallway as humans and are sharing classes and the cafeteria. Derek gets pats on the back from strangers in the halls.

But no matter the betterment of the reputation of werewolves, Scott is still scared and wary of being usurped from his position by a “monster”. So he keeps Stiles away as often as he can and never lets them go on missions together.

So Derek gets sneaky, using Erica and Boyd to pass messages to Stiles for him. Erica is against it, having been burned many times in her life for being a werewolf as well as an epileptic who never gets proper treatment for her condition. Boyd doesn’t care through, silent and stoic, and passes notes surreptitiously.

Derek’s most recent note had them meeting at the gate into Wolvenland, and Stiles tried to shake off his nerves because he quickly realized it was a full moon night. But Derek reassured him he wasn’t about to be eaten, he just wanted to invite him to their monthly festivities where everyone in the community gathered to be together, though it had originally started as a necessary meeting to protect the young from vigilante hunters who wanted to eradicate werewolves from Beacon Hills for good.

Stiles was having a blast, getting along with Erica for the first time, meeting Laura and Cora and them not clawing his intestines out for kindasorta dating their brother, and he was this close to finally kissing Derek when— BAM. The senior protection squad arrived, as apparently they did every time, to chase everyone back into their homes. Which means Stiles causes a diversion so that Derek can get away and not be spotted with him by Stiles’ father.

Back home after being thoroughly chastised by not only his dad but also Melissa and a silent glaring Scott, Stiles thinks about everything and realizes how deeply screwed he is and that he’s be willing to give it all up for Derek, which, that is what’s scary, not werewolves.

Derek stops Stiles in the stairwell the next day to apologize for leaving him alone, but Stiles waves it off, a determined glint to his eyes. If Derek looks close, he can see a faint glow under the power on his cheeks.

“If my family can’t accept werewolves, maybe I don’t want to be on the protection squad anymore.”

“But that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do. That ambition is what makes you you. It’s what I like about you.”

Stiles scoffs, a tad bit wetly. “I just wish I could flip a switch and solve everything.”

Derek stares down at the W-Band, which Erica had tampered with to alleviate the pain that came with it (hoping that by changing the level of the pulses, she could up her wolf powers and heal herself of her illness) and thinks, huh.

Maybe if the band made him less wolf, it could make him more human. If he could be human, they wouldn’t have these problems. He and Stiles might...

But it all goes wrong, because the hunters knew about the W-bands and their lax security and were just waiting for the right moment to strike. And Derek was the perfect folly.

The hunters set up a trap, calling an emergency meeting of the squad, junior and senior, to go after a false alarm. Stiles sneaks his way into Derek’s group, finally, but their joy doesn’t last for long.

Derek glances down at his wrist, sees the screen flash a bright purple, and then feels a sharp pain lace up his arm from his wrist, through his shoulder, across his back, and down his spine.

Stiles shouted for him when he saw something was wrong and watched as the band was disconnected, and Derek went full feral wolf. A slave to his basest instincts, Derek set off a howl that shook the ground and set blazing blue eyes on the squad, claws out, readying to attack.

“Derek, stop! This isn’t you!” Stiles screams.

Scott stumbles back, fear overcoming anything else in his body at the sight of the feral werewolf who has apparently set his sights straight on him.

But Derek stumbles as he approaches, and Scott watches in amazement as he reaches out towards him with one clawed hand, the other wrapped around the extended forearm, trying to...pull it back?

A flash bang went off, Derek screamed, and the next anyone could see, Derek was tackled to the pavement, shackles around his wrists, and features back to nearly human.

Scott, still baffled by the internal battle of Derek that he’d just seen, stood as the rest of the squad started yelling, shouting curses at Derek, damming werewolves, declaring they knew it was a bad idea all along it was only a matter of time before the monsters turned on them.

And Stiles snaps.

“He was your monster!” Stiles shouts as Derek, looking utterly defeated, is dragged away. “You did this to him! You made him into a weapon— no, a shield.”

“They’re freaks!”

Stiles wipes an arm across his face, revealing his glowing moles, striking the crowd silent. He did not meet his father’s eyes.

“If he’s a freak, than so am I.”

Stiles ran after Derek, spewing apologies, promising that he’d get him out, he would, don’t worry.”

When Stiles, having run the whole way to Wolvenland, panted out to a stunned Erica and Boyd what happened, he accepted the slap across the face.

“This is why we don’t trust humans. We can’t have human friends. They only betray us.”

School is scarily the same the next day, except for the gaping hole the lack of werewolves left behind. The tale of the previous evening had spread, and werewolves were back to being ostracized in the basement.

Stiles quit the squad. He hadn’t even gone home, spending the night at Isaac’s apartment where he lived with his older brother when he wasn’t stationed overseas in the army. He didn’t want to see his dad or Melissa. He really don’t want to see Scott.

The hunters got what they wanted, the town was back to distrust. It was time to finish this once and for all.

Words were whispered in the ears of important people, people of power, words like “stop them now, eradicate them, and erase them”

These words were whispered to Scott by a leggy blonde who wore the biggest smirk on her face that he felt like prey. But the words didn’t resonate with Scott.

Because Scott had spent the night awake replaying the event over and over in his head. Derek had tried to stop himself. He hadn’t wanted to attack. He was conscious enough to try and stop himself. Derek was human inside, he just had a bit extra. He wasn’t a monster unless they made him that way.

And he quickly formed a plan with his step dad, knowing some of the squad would not be on board so they had to keep it in a small group. He was approached that evening differently than earlier with the hunter, by a skittish girl who looked sort of familiar, maybe one with an itchy trigger finger, who admitted her family was involved with the hunters but she didn’t want to be part of it anymore and she wanted to convince Scott to help her stop them.

The three of them cornered Stiles, and once Scott apologized, his dad praised him for being brave, and Allison admitted to almost shooting him, Stiles joined in on their plan.

He promised to get Derek out and save him and he would fulfil that promise.

So there’s a big fight in here now where there’s another emotional speech, hunters disband or did, and then Derek is released. But I’m too tired at this point to write all that angst out.

Finally, Derek is back next to Stiles, and they smile at each other. Derek reaches up and stroked his thumb over Stiles’ cheek, over the glowing, and Stiles is less chicken and leaned into the touch and kisses Derek.

Happy ending, collective dance sequence, reprise of the opening song, beautiful moments, and happy wolves.

So, anyone write that yet?

[when-they-write-stuff]

From the smut prompt list: 5 & 7 for Sterek?

“Try to stay quiet, understand?” “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” (also for @samslave​ who asked for “God, you’re so beautiful)

- -

The first time it happened, Stiles was pretty sure it was an accident.

He was a little pissed off when he ended up being the one tending to Derek Hale, resident Alpha grumpy werewolf after their fight with the current Monster of the Week. One that just so happened to be against an angry feral wendigo and of course, Derek had been the one taking the slash marks across his back.

Because the wendigo might have been taking pieces out of Stiles instead. But then Derek had been there, angry red eyes sending shudders down Stiles’s spine, and the man had roared out in pain as sharp claws cut across his back.

He’d saved Stiles’s life. Continued to act like nothing had happened. And Stiles was a little more than downright pissed.

Rightfully so, he thought.

Stiles was pretty sure the betas had all come back to the loft after the fight too, if he was correct in listening to the TV blare down the hallway. But none of them were helping. And Derek had just arrived at the loft, gone straight to his room, and slammed the door shut. So, rolling his eyes, Stiles had followed.

Only to find a shirtless werewolf standing in front of the mirror, trying to eye the open gashes that lined his back from over his shoulder. And failing terribly. Stiles stood there for a moment, throat turning dry, and then he forced himself forward.

“Let me help.”

Derek turned to look at him, eyes narrowing. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“I can help.”

“I’m fine, Stiles.”

“Dude, you’re currently getting blood all over your floor. Would you please just let me help?”

Derek eyed him for a long moment. Then he grunted and turned away, moving over to drop onto the edge of the bed. Stiles stepped back out of the room, ignoring the betas looks as he padded into the kitchen, grabbed a wet washcloth, and rolled his eyes as Erica grinned when he came back out.

“Clearly, I have to help, since none of you ever take care of your Alpha.”

“Oh yeah,” Erica said, her eyes gleaming. “I’d bet you’d love to take care of our Alpha.”

“Oh my god, please go back to your cartoons and never speak to me again.”

The beta only smirked wider. Stiles shook his head, slipping back into Derek’s room, and firmly locked the door behind him. The Alpha raised an eyebrow and Stiles tried to ignore his warming face, moving behind the man and settling down with crossed legs.

“I hate your betas sometimes. You know that?”

“Hm.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and regarded the open gashes. He winced, wrinkling his nose, and took the cloth to the slower-healing ones. Derek hissed, fingers curling into the blankets. Stiles winced.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Stiles huffed and Derek shot him a withering look over his shoulder. He only grinned right back, fingers tracing over the man’s shoulder blades right above the cuts. He thought Derek shivered a little, but Stiles figured it was probably because of the cold cloth. He chewed on his lower lip, eyeing the man’s tattoo.

“So when did you get it?”

“Get what.”

“Your tattoo, Smartiewolf.”

Derek tensed a little, muscles rippling. Once more, Stiles felt his throat grow dry. And then he cursed himself internally.

“I’m just curious.”

“After the fire,” Derek said, clenching his jaw. Stiles chewed on his lower lip, eyeing it, and then unconsciously traced gentle fingers over the spiraling lines. Derek shivered again.

“Alpha, beta, omega. That’s what it means, right?”

“... Yes.”

Stiles traced his fingers over it again and then moved them up, dancing across the back of the man’s neck. He kind of liked seeing the goosebumps that came to life over Derek’s skin when he did that. He liked the way the man’s breaths changed and he shuddered involuntarily.

Then there was a hand catching his wrist and Derek squeezed it a little, turning to look at him again.

“Stiles, what are you doing?”

Stiles felt his face grow hot and attempted to pull away. But Derek didn’t let go. “Uh, sorry.”

“What were you doing?”

“Touching?”

“Why?”

Stiles swallowed hard, trying to tug back again. Derek’s brows only raised higher and he chuckled nervously. “No reason. Now that’s my hand you’re nearly holding, if you’d kindly let go.”

Derek looked at him for a long moment. Then slowly, he did, and Stiles pulled his hand into his chest before turning his gaze back to Derek’s back and moving the damp cloth over the rest of the man’s blood-crusted skin. Then he wrinkled his nose at the cloth, tossing it away. It hit the carpet with a wet noise.

“Seriously, Stiles?”

“Your injury, your blood, you can wash that up later.”

The man might have chuckled. Stiles shifted back off the bed, wiping his own hands off on his pants. Derek didn’t move from his spot though, watching him silently. Stiles glanced sideways at him.

“What, do you want a Disney princess band-aid too or something too?”

“I could have taken care of that myself.”

“Oh, right,” Stiles said, rolling his eyes. “I see what this is, Sourwolf. I’m not gonna get a thank you then, am I?”

He thought the man’s eyes sparked a little. Derek pushed himself up, stepping across the room, and Stiles’s breaths unwittingly stalled in his throat. Gentle fingers touched underneath his chin, tilting his face up, and Derek raised an eyebrow. “You want a thank you?”

Stiles’s heartbeat stuttered. “I mean, that would be the polite thing to do. Not that I expect grumpy Alpha werewolves to ever be polite, but—”

He didn’t expect the man to kiss him.

He really should have.

See, the thing about Derek Hale was that he was an enigma. Stiles was pretty sure that over the years, the man didn’t avidly want to kill him anymore. Hell, it had been a solid three years since Stiles had stumbled across a leather-jacketed angry-looking man in the preserve. He’d like to say he was a big boy now— he  was  going to college after this summer after all— but he still hadn’t figured out Derek Hale, the grumpy Alpha werewolf of Beacon Hills.

He felt a little less like a big boy when he squeaked at the top of his lungs as Derek kissed him. Even more so when he turned bright red, remembering the betas sitting just down the hallway.

When Derek pulled back, he was looking more than pleased with himself. Stiles blinked a few more times, dazed, and then he snapped to reality.

“Okay, what the hell was  that?”

Derek’s smirk faded. He actually looked a little panicked for a moment but then Stiles was moving forward, catching the man’s lips again. He didn’t think Derek squeaked or anything— totally unfair— but the man was definitely surprised enough to stumble a foot back.

Stiles had already latched on though.

Not like he’d ever thought about it a couple of hundred times since his great bi-realization Sophomore year, but Derek kissed exactly like Stiles had always imagined. Hard, stubbly, and once he got over his initial surprise, with small nips to Stiles’s lower lip.

Stiles was pretty sure that some time in between getting slammed against walls and “I’m the Alpha now”, he’d developed a thing for red eyes and sharp fangs. Not like he was having an existential crisis right now or anything, though.

At one moment, there were hands carding through his hair and sharp teeth tugging at his lower lip. Stiles kissed him back hard, fingers curling into his t-shirt. And he totally didn’t whine at the back of his throat but if he did, could he really be blamed?

But then Derek was pulling back again. Stiles wavered, feeling a little dizzy, and then he snapped his mouth shut. Derek looked dazed too. And a little more panicked than before.

For a moment, he and Derek staring at each other. 

Stiles nervously wet his lips. He thought he could taste the smallest hint of blood from one fang nipping a little too hard. Derek’s face was bright red. His eyes were dilated and he wasn’t moving either.

“Okay,” Stiles said, voice small. “Um. That?”

Derek stared at him for another long moment. Then he blinked, moved around where Stiles stood, and was gone. Stiles stared at the blank wall for a moment. Then he turned, staring at the door.

The TV still blared from somewhere down the hall. Derek was long gone and Stiles thought he could hear the sound of the loft door slamming shut. He was pretty sure there was no way he could go show his face out there. Or at least, he really didn’t want to.

He still did. And Erica’s smirk was unfairly knowing. Stiles hated Derek’s betas sometimes.

Suddenly, he hated Derek a little bit too.

-

The second time it happened, Stiles was pretty sure it was  not an accident.

He might have been avoiding Derek like the plague for a solid two weeks. Or maybe Derek was avoiding him. He wasn't sure, but he definitely hadn’t seen the man’s grumpy growly face for long enough that Stiles had stopped feeling like his heart was hammering against his chest at the very thought of red eyes. 

But then Stiles came by the loft for a pack meeting and suddenly, meeting grey-green eyes across the room, all Stiles could do was not choke on his own breaths.

Derek raised a brow. Stiles felt his face turn hot, moving quickly over to Scott’s side. And Erica’s expression definitely wasn’t fair.

Stiles was pretty sure the meeting was important. He was also pretty sure he should be listening, not letting his mind wander. But instead, he spent the entire time staring at his shoes, trying not to remember the feeling of Derek’s lips against his own, Derek’s hand in his hair-- and how had all of this happened anyway? 

Oh, yeah. A touch.

Why couldn’t Stiles just keep his hands to himself?

He didn’t look up for a full hour until he realized how silent the loft had become. Snapping back to reality, Stiles found Derek looking right at him. And the rest of the pack too. But mostly Derek. He swallowed hard, pretty sure his heart had skipped a beat, and attempted his best smile.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Lydia sighed heavily. “The hunters, Stiles.”

“The what now?”

“The hunters that have come to Beacon Hills chasing after the wendigo. The entire reason we’re here tonight.”

“Oh,” Stiles said, licking his lips. “That. What about them?”

“Were you listening to a single thing?”

“I was… distracted.”

He could’ve sworn Derek’s lips twitched. Stiles clenched his jaw and looked anywhere else, which just so happened to be Erica’s savage grin. So instead, he turned his gaze toward Lydia. And she just looked disappointed.

“We could use your help in figuring out who these hunters are and how to get in contact with them, Stiles.”

Stiles blinked at her. Then he grinned and waved a hand through the air, much to Jackson’s rolling eyes. “Oh, I’ve got that, easy-peasy. Give me like, three days.”

Lydia eyed him for a moment more before nodding. Stiles drifted off again as she began talking once more. He kept his gaze on the floor, but he was pretty sure someone was watching him for the entire rest of the hour. And he was pretty sure he knew who that someone was.

Stiles didn’t plan on meeting Derek’s gaze again, though.

Except when the meeting ended and the rest of the pack started to filter out of the loft, Stiles’s name called through the air made him pause. He went rigid and at his side, Scott gave him a confused look. 

Stiles would like to say he didn’t need a moment to rein himself in, but he definitely swallowed hard and took a deep breath before giving Scott a disarming smile.

“My bad, dude. I told Derek I would stay for a little longer to go over things. Text me when you get home?”

Scott’s face brightened and he nodded. Stiles got a clap on the shoulder before Scott was hurrying out of the loft, heading after Allison. And Stiles had no doubts the boy would be putting these Stiles-free moments to some good use.

Slowly, he turned back around, folding his arms over his chest.

“What, asshole?”

Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles scowled.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, fur-face. I’m not afraid to go grab my baseball bat and beat you with it. Do you realize how pissed off I am right now?”

The corners of Derek’s mouth twitched again. But Stiles hadn’t meant that to be funny, dammit. Before he could say another word, though, the look faded and Derek frowned a little bit. 

“You’ve been avoiding the loft lately.”

“Uh, yeah. Was I not supposed to?”

Derek dropped his gaze. Narrowing his eyes, Stiles stepped forward and the man tensed a little. But Stiles didn’t pause until they were inches apart, tilting his chin upward.

“What the hell is that look supposed to mean, Sourwolf? I wasn’t the one that took off like it was hot two weeks ago. And that was just rude, you know. Really fan-freaking-tasticly rude.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorr— Yeah, dude, you should be! I’m a damn good kisser, asshole, and I totally deserved better than a panicked retreat—”

Fuck Derek Hale.

That’s what Stiles would like to say, at lesat, as the man was suddenly kissing him again. Yeah, that’s what Stiles would like to say. If he wasn’t too busy trying to keep his brain from logging offline, that is.

Because this totally hadn’t been what Stiles was hoping for from the moment he’d stepped foot into the loft. But… maybe it was. Stiles was only human, okay? And Derek was a damn good kisser too.

Stiles didn’t know at what point Derek’s fingers had tightened in his hair, tilting his head back, but then there were sharp teeth skating down his throat. And he didn’t whine, he  didn’t, but when Derek growled, maybe he did. Just a little bit.

“Damn asshole.”

The man grinned against his skin. Stiles hated him.

He changed his mind about that when Derek’s lips latched onto the skin above his collarbone and sucked. In fact, he was pretty sure there was a litany of curse that fell from his own mouth. Which he could totally claim were out of spite later but…

Derek bit down lightly and Stiles’s brain went offline.

“God,” Derek murmured. “You’re so beautiful.”

Stiles didn’t blush. He didn’t.

Suddenly, his legs were wrapped around Derek’s waist and the man was carrying him out of the main room. Stiles would totally admire how unfair it was that Derek could carry him so easily, and how his muscles did so many unfair sexy things when he did… Later. Much later.

When Stiles wasn’t feeling like certain parts of him were about to explode.

Stiles ended up on the bed, legs still wrapped around Derek’s waist, and he could have shivered at the way the man looked at him. This was zero to a hundred from an accidental kiss two weeks ago, but Stiles didn’t think there was a single part of him complaining.

“Stiles…”

“You,” Stiles said, cutting him off. “Either need to kiss me again, start taking off a few articles of clothing, or put those fangs to good use. Because I swear to god, Sourwolf, if you try to run again—”

The man very efficiently shut him up with a hard kiss. Stiles all but melted into it.

The moment Stiles found his shirt pulled off around his head, nothing happened for far too long. He blinked up, chest still heaving, to see Derek studying him. The man’s eyes were dilated black and he reached out, one finger tracing across Stiles’s skin. Stiles shivered despite himself and a flicker of red sparked in Derek’s eyes.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

Stiles’s breaths stalled. He couldn’t quite believe those words had come from Derek Hale’s mouth. But before he could even stop to think about it twice, there was a warm mouth moving across his chest and Stiles jerked sharply.

A large hand rested on his stomach, keeping him flat on the mattress. Stiles groaned.

“Derek, I swear to god—”

The man’s mouth moved across his chest, sucking a mark, and Stiles yelped, nearly smacking the man across the face. But Derek’s expression was nothing other than amused as he caught Stiles’s wrists and pinned them above his head, one brow raising.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

Jesus.

“Try to stay quiet,” Derek murmured, mouthing down Stiles’s neck again. “Understand?”

And hell if that didn’t send heat straight to Stiles’s groin.

There were a million different replies on the tip of his tongue, but Stiles did his best to bite them down. He was pretty sure he made a small noise when the man’s free hand moved underneath his jeans, wrapping around his hardening dick, but Stiles would totally blame that on the surprise. Because fuck, this was happening.

This was actually happening.

Derek stroked him a few times and Stiles bit down on his tongue, trying valiantly to stay silent. But when the man’s thumb swiped over the head of his cock, Stiles lost it, a moan falling off his lips.

Derek glanced up, eyes red, and Stiles promptly choked on his own breath. He was pretty sure he didn’t have a ‘yes sir’ kink but yeah, that could probably do it for him.

“You’re so loud,” Derek murmured, letting go of Stiles’s wrists to trace his fingers down Stiles’s chest. Stiles arched up against it and the man smirked.

“Too loud.”

“I don’t appreciate being shamed for my beautiful voice.”

“I thought I told you to stay quiet.”

Stiles snapped his mouth back closed, glaring at the man. Derek hooked his fingers around the waistband of his boxers and jeans, and pulled them off with surprising carefulness. Stiles instantly felt his face turn red, resisting the urge to cover his junk.

Because underneath Derek’s clothed, hungry gaze, he felt unfairly bare.

“You planning on getting naked too, Sourwolf?”

Derek raised a brow. Stiles felt a flush creep down his neck.

“Just asking.”

He’d seen Derek shirtless a million times before, but this time felt totally new. Stiles could admire the way the man’s chest flexed all day and his mouth went dry as Derek stepped out of his jeans too. It was like he’d been dunked in cold water and his heart hammered against his chest.

“Better?”

“How come I never knew you were a smug asshole in bed?”

“I could be worse.”

Stiles’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh?”

The man smirked, reaching toward the bedside table and pulling out a half-empty bottle of lube. Stiles did his best not to shiver, but from the look Derek gave him, the man knew exactly what was going on in his head. Stiles’s breaths hitched when the man uncapped the bottle and Stiles bit down on the inside of his cheek, silently cursing himself.

He wasn’t freaking out. He totally wasn’t freaking out.

“Derek, I—”

Stiles cut off when a cold finger brushed down, rubbing against his hole. He closed his eyes for a moment and whined, and Derek leaned forward, breaths warm against his collarbone. “Yes?”

“I haven't— this hasn’t— uh… This is new.”

Derek drew back. Stiles winced.

“I mean, I’ve definitely done things before. You know, with my fingers and all that. Just not beyond a certain point—”

“Stiles, have you ever done this before?”

Hating himself, Stiles shook his head. There was no more sexy smug look on Derek’s face as the man took a step back. And Stiles’s heart plunged. “I want to though.”

“Stiles, I’m not taking your first time.”

This time, when Stiles’s mouth went dry, it wasn’t due to anything other than internal self-hatred. Because what the hell had he been thinking? This was Derek Hale. A literal greek god. Of course he wouldn’t want this inexperienced mess. Stiles had no idea what he was doing; and he’d already done something wrong.

“Right,” Stiles said, pulling the sheets around himself. As if that would somehow cover up any of the things that had just gone on. “I should have said something earlier. I’m sorry.”

“Stiles,” Derek said quietly, stepping forward. Stiles hated himself for the way his eyes burned, turning his face away..

“Dude, it’s fine, I can go—”

“I’m not taking your first time,” Derek said. “Until I’ve taken you out to dinner. At least once.”

Stiles looked back at him. “What?”

“Twice then?”

Stiles just stared at him. Because he’d heard wrong, hadn’t he? Derek didn’t want to have sex with him. He most certainly didn’t want to  date him. Because that’s what it would be, right? Is that what dinner counted as?

“Stiles?”

Stiles blinked a few times. “This is not how I was expecting this night to go.”

The man’s smirk came back. “Is that a yes, then?”

“You want to go out. With me.”

“Stiles, I was about to do a lot more than that.”

And suddenly, Stiles was shivering again. He glared at the man, even more so when Derek’s smirk widened. “Dammit, Derek, you can’t say things like that if  things aren’t happening.”

“I said I wouldn’t fuck you,” Derek said, moving closer. Stiles thought he might have blacked out for a second when the man kneeled between his legs, nudging them open. “I didn’t say nothing else could happen.”

“You’re… messing with me.”

The man raised an eyebrow. That wasn’t a very fair image from his current position. Stiles swallowed hard, feeling shaky again.

“You’re not messing with me.”

“I want to blow you.”

Fuck.

Derek was waiting for an answer, the utter asshole, and Stiles just managed to nod. The man’s lips twisted in a smirk before he wrapped a hand around Stiles’s cock and fuck , Stiles wasn’t prepared in any way for this.

Derek’s lips were sinful. Stiles is hard again in moments and he grabbed handfuls of the sheets, throwing back his head as he bit back a moan. Derek glanced up, warm mouth leaving Stiles’s dick with a wet pop, and he could have cried. “I want to hear you this time.”

“Goddammit, Derek—”

“Stiles, you’re not coming until you say my name.”

Fucking hell.

Stiles thought he managed a nod. But then Derek’s mouth was on his dick again and he was definitely moaning now. He caught Derek’s hair with one hand and tightened his grip as the man growled, the vibrations around Stiles’s cock making him whimper. He thrust up suddenly and Derek gagged a little. Stiles’s face went hot.

“Shit, I’m sorry—”

Derek only sucked, hollowing his cheeks, and Stiles’s words turned into a stream of curses. He was pretty sure the man would have grinned if he could have.

Stiles was transfixed on the sight of Derek Hale’s mouth on his dick.  Because that was an actual thing. Stiles’s own hand would never please him again. His righty was no longer his favorite body part and dammit, handjobs were  ruined for Stiles.

It was all Derek’s fault.

The man sucked hard again and that thought was gone as quickly as it had come. Stiles was panting hard now, chest rising and falling in heavy heaves. He tightened his grip on Derek’s hair, loosened it, and resisted the urge to thrust up again.

He wasn’t such how much longer he’d have control over his own body. His brain was already a mess.

“Derek, fuck, Derek—”

The man swallowed around his dick. Stiles yelped.

“Furry asshole!”

Derek pulled off his dick and Stiles’s yelp turned into a pitiful whimper. His hand dropped from Derek’s hair to the sheets and the man licked a stripe up his dick before squeezing the base and raising a brow from his spot in between Stiles’s legs. “I told you, Stiles. My name.”

“Derek, Derek, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me come, you smug asshole.”

“Attitude.”

“I’ll show you attitude—”

Stiles bucked up with another yelp as Derek wrapped his lips around the head of Stiles’s cock again. Two large hands found his hips, pushing him back down and holding him still. Stiles whimpered, heat coiling stronger and stronger in his gut. He bit his lip hard enough to taste blood and scrabbled weakly at Derek’s shoulders. The man flicked his tongue over the tip of Stiles’s dick and then swallowed him down again.

Stiles could  feel sweat on his forehead. Feel his heart thundering against his chest. His fingers curled against Derek’s skin and he keened.

“Derek, Derek, I’m gonna come—”

The man hollowed his cheeks again and Stiles was done. He came with a shout, still trying to arch upward, and he didn’t think Derek’s mouth ever left his cock. He’d was pretty sure the man sucked the literal soul out of him and Stiles would have killed himself laughing if he wasn’t struggling so hard for breath.

He just gasped for a moment, chest heaving. There was sweat on his forehead, his neck. Stiles closed his eyes and only managed a small noise as Derek’s warm mouth left his cock. He all but dropped back onto the sheets and Derek rose over him, looking more than a little pleased with himself.

“I guess that counts as my name. It’s good enough for now.”

“Stupid smug ass.”

“You feeling okay?”

“I feel like you just sucked my soul out of my dick.”

Derek’s eyes danced. Stiles hated him.

Totally.

He gestured toward Derek’s own dick and was pretty sure that was the most unromantic thing he’d ever done. But Stiles was tired, dammit. Whether it was from Derek Hale being naked in front of him, Derek Hale asking him out to dinner, or Derek Hale just giving him the best blowjob of his life. Well, the only blowjob of his life. But hopefully not for much longer.

“Want me to…?”

“Seriously, Stiles?”

“Shut up. You broke my brain.”

“I broke your brain.”

“Yes. And you break it, you buy it. I hope that dinner invitation was genuine.”

The man’s face softened. He pressed soft kisses against Stiles’s skin and then brushed his lips over Stiles’s own. Stiles was too tired to even kiss him back. The man smiled around his mouth. “It was.”

“Good. Cause I wanna do this again. And repay the favor.”

“So soon?”

“If anything else happens tonight, Sourass, I’m gonna die.”

Derek huffed. Calloused hands slid underneath his back and the man situated Stiles better in bed, so the pillows were underneath his head. And then he was gone. For a moment, Stiles stared at the ceiling in confusion, and then he heard the sound of Derek padding back into the room. He blinked at the man and the rag he held.

Then Stiles grinned then despite himself. “Repaying the favor from two weeks ago then, huh?”

“I’m cleaning you up.”

“Exactly.”

Derek only rolled his eyes and settled on the edge of the bed, wiping the rag over Stiles’s skin. It was blissfully cool and Stiles shivered just a little, Derek’s warm hands against his skin a sharp contrast against the cold cloth. The man’s lips twitched.

“Sorry.”

“Shut up, Sourwolf.”

The man just smiled, brushing another kiss over Stiles’s collarbone. Stiles was pretty sure he was going to have more than one mark there from earlier, but he was also more than fine with that. It made his skin tingle, if nothing else. Being covered in Derek’s marks.

Still, this was so not how he’d seen his night going.

“Tired,” Stiles said, whining a little. Derek rolled his eyes, drawing the cloth back.

“Will Scott freak out if you don’t go home tonight?”

“Nah, he’s with Allison.”

“Will your father come over and shoot me?”

Stiles huffed, even though he was pretty sure Derek was dead serious. The man sounded like it, at least. “He’s on a night shift.”

“Okay,” Derek said softly. “You can stay.”

“How nice of you, Sourpuss.”

Derek just shook his head. But then the man climbed into bed next to him, rolling Stiles onto his side and pulling him against his bare skin, and Stiles hummed softly. Derek was warm in the cool air. His fingers brushed patterns against Stiles’s skin and this… this…

Well, it was unexpected. But Stiles was quietly content.

“Sourwolf?”

“Go to sleep, Stiles.”

Stiles blinked, exhausted. But there was one more thing he had to say. “You’re pretty beautiful too.”

The man chuckled against his skin, stubble brushing over the back of his neck. And Stiles grinned a little, tired eyes fluttering closed. Because he was so totally okay with this non-accident.

And the accidental way it had started.

- -

You guys! I wrote actual smut! I apologize if it was terrible, but this took like six hours and I might have just made a mess of things, but I tried. I really did. I hope it came out okay?

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Best...Friends?

That Bad Friend Scott McCall tag really gets to me sometimes because even though the fandom kind of pushes it to an extreme, even before the whole Donovan and Theo business I can see how much of a suck-ass friend Scott could be. Like I don’t mean that friends should be up in each-others assholes during every given moment of the day but it is a horrible feeling to be cast aside like so much trash or easily forgotten and in cannon that happened more often than it should have for two people who call one another ‘family’. 

And I know, extenuating circumstances, storytelling, ‘poor story telling’...yada yada, but I’m also a petty ass and sometimes I need to consume the distortion in the fandom to thrive. 

**Also, lets be honest, sometimes the fanfiction is truer to the characters portrayed than the actual cannon. ijs 

This whole post is also known as “I’m a petty asshole who lives in the south so doesn’t get enough opportunities to actually be a petty asshole.” 

Anyway! On with the list! : 

Steter: 

On Edge by Bunnywest (Complete: 8/8| 23,707) 

“What do you mean, Stiles is missing?” Peter demands, scowling at the phone. "Missing, Hale! Can you help find him or not?" The sheriff's voice cracks, and Peter can tell he's out of his mind with worry. Peter doesn't blame him.

In which Stiles gets bitten by a rogue alpha and bolts into the preserve, terrified and out of control. Peter's the one best qualified to find him, because Stiles is Peter's mate. Peter maybe hasn't quite gotten around to telling him that part yet, but Stiles is his, and he's damned if he's going to lose him to some feral alpha. He's going to find his boy, bring him home, and as for the rest? Well, Peter has a plan. It's Peter. He always has a plan.

pack of two by ScarSacrifices (one-shot| 1,735) 

“You’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now,” Peter breathed out clutched the sobbing boy to his chest. Peter took a shaky breath and smoothed his hand down the boy’s hair making low shushing sounds as he did so. “Just listen to my heartbeat sweetheart, I’m here. You’re not alone,” he clutched him tighter, “not anymore.”

A Blowtorch? Really? by MysticMusic (Complete: 2/2| 4,757) 

“He’s homicidal,” she sputtered.

“No, Allison. The witches are homicidal. He’s smart,” Stiles hissed, “and if you took your narcissistic head out of your ass for five minutes, you’d see something called self-preservation instincts. Seriously what the hell is wrong with you? A blowtorch? Really? How fucking stupid are you?”

Or, Stiles defends Peter when Allison attacks him with a blowtorch like a lunatic.

I'm Only Heard During the Silence Between My Screams by Irukashi_Narukib (wip: 42/?| 52,721) 

Stiles thinks no one is listening, so he just... stops talking. It's just like that asshole Peter to refuse to take the hint.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter (Complete: 13/13| 32,124) 

Stiles needs Peter's expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills. And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Black Fire by Green (one-shot| 10,934) 

Deaton is all about the balance of the universe, about order. Stiles's new magic - gifted to him from the Nogitsune - is the complete opposite of that. Deaton calls Stiles's magic "dark" and seeks to imprison him in Eichen where he's no threat to the balance. Peter and Stiles go on the run - but they can't run forever.

The Only Sound by Elpie (Horribibble) (one-shot| 4,407) 

Stiles becomes acutely aware of the weight and vibration of his voice in his throat. He knows what volume feels like, and understands the intricacies of modulating it through context clues. If his voice shakes at first, no one seems to notice much.

Except Peter.

What It Takes To Not Be Broken by Whispering_Sumire (one-shot| 17,410) 

He's pretty sure Death is nipping at his heels at this point.

But he has to stay awake, has to keep Gerard away from Erica and Boyd, the two Betas still tied up with mountain ash and electricity on the other side of the room, and it looks like they're trying to scream through their duct-tape, still, but he can't hear it, not anymore.

The terrible, all-consuming, staticky silence had over taken him after about the third time Gerard's lackey- Ben, he thinks his name was- had stuck a military grade taser to his ear, a low enough voltage not to cause brain damage, he'd said, because the point of this was for him to talk.

[Or: The one where Stiles is kidnapped and tortured by Gerard, and his injuries lead to a complete loss of hearing, among other things.]

Sterek: 

Something With a T by Futureworldruler (wip: 10/?| 22,723)  

It started when Derek showed up at his house with a car full of plants.

Or Derek gets help, moves in with the Stilinskis, and slowly builds a new life for himself

Alpha, Mage, Pack by Foxfire2018 (wip: 36?/| 401,116)   

Set at the end of Season 2. Stiles was kidnapped and tortured for hours. Yet no one came for him. Hurt and cast out of the pack by people he thought cared for him, what is he to do? He finds himself accompanied by someone he never expected and someone he is eternally grateful for. Derek feels betrayed and foolish for what he allowed to happen. Out of anger and hurt he forced a valuable member he really started to care for out of his pack. With the pack scattered and people hurt, what will come of them? Will they bond together again in time for the next big bad?

User Error by Poison_Love_Words (wip: 10/?| 37,767) 

Given enough coffee and a few flirty texts from Mr.Bookish, Stiles could rule the world from his basement office at Triple S. That is until the day his best friend stabs him in the back for a pretty face and the (false) promise of fame and fortune.

Based on the Prompt: Omega Stiles is the real brain behind the up and coming tech company but Scott the public “face” starts to believe his own press and falls in with his new girlfriends bigoted family. He lets them talk him into kicking Stiles out of the company. And then Stiles gets revenge by going to work for the Hales.

I'll Bare My Back (If You Hold The Whip) by Kinkubus (wip: 5/?| 16,435) 

After the fiasco with the Nogistune, which Allison barely survived, Stiles is pushed to the fringes of the pack. Alienated from his previous friends and abandoned by the Sheriff who can't deal with his broken son, Stiles slips further and further into a pit of despair. That is until he finds someone even more desperate than he is, and together they forge a bond that will revitalise both their lives and the lives of Scott's crumbling pack.

So this is my first fic and it's unbeta'd so any mistakes, please feel free to correct me. That being said, I have not paid attention to canon at all in this story. Allison lives. Gerard is dead, and so is Victoria but the Alpha pack hasn't arrived yet and to be honest the timeline is shot to pieces. Therefore please suspend your disbelief. This is primarily a story about Stiles fighting through all the odds to adopt the entire pack and cuddle them to death, whilst also feeding them healthy food because yes I know you've got werewolf metabolisms Peter but good eating habits are still important ok!

Choose! by Skeleton_Wolf (one-shot| 1,437) 

Scott made him pick between his best friend and the pack that treats him like family. Is he really his best friend if he makes him pick? Can Stiles choose?

Thunderstorms & Polish Lullabies by Whispering_Sumire (one-shot| 10,057) 

Boyd is there, hovering over his claws, Isaac looks devastated, Jennifer looks bewildered and concerned and horrified, Kali looks smug, the twins are carefully keeping their faces blank but they're playing along, and- Gods, he's really going to be forced to do this, isn't he? Pack, his Pack, the make-shift family he'd all but accidentally gathered is going to die by his hand, and even if it's forced, it'll still be his fault, for wanting them, for needing them, for biting them.

Loving them.

He wants to close his eyes but he owes Boyd more than that.

And then, abruptly, in this saturated technicolor still-picture moment of chaos and violence- the eye of the storm- the door to the loft crashes open. With the water and the metal and the force of it, the sound is almost guttural, and far too loud- even Kali seems startled.

[Or, the one where Stiles time-travels just in time to save Boyd and Derek from the Alphas, and manages to heal everyone, including himself, just a little in the process.]

The One You Choose by Livinginfictions (Complete: 7/7| 13,440)  

Stiles hadn’t seen Scott in over a week, except for glances he caught during school hours.

Not Too Late to Learn by bubblessunshinedelight (wip: 20/?| 30,596)  

After 14 years Stiles realizes Scott doesn't really know him.

or Scott finds out Derek and Stiles are dating and is a dick about it...for a while.

You Belong with Me by halcyon1993 (Complete: 4/4| 19,656) 

Derek is tired of watching Stiles get treated like crap by his so-called friends. When both the Hale Pack and the McCall Pack end up in the same nightclub, Derek decides it's finally time to convince Stiles that he'd be better off with him as his Alpha.

That thin line between right or wrong by orphan_account (Complete: 7/7| 15,718) 

An AU based on the Donovan-storyline from Season 5A. After Stiles is attacked at the library and accidentally kills Donovan, he’s in shock, panics and runs. Hurt, confused, ridden with guilt and depressed, he wonders how it ever came to this point where nothing will ever feel right again. So, he decides to call the one man who knows won’t judge him. But will Derek arrive on time to save Stiles’ life?

This story basically alternates from most of Season 5, ignoring the rest of the series. Since I hated what they did with Stiles’ character after Donovan’s attack, I decided to change it all. This story is completely written from Stiles’ POV.

A Heavy Price by Estellestafford (one-shot| 4,202) 

Every Emissary wants to work for the Hale Pack, Stiles just wanted to be Scott's but then Allison happened to get some magic so that was out the window and now he finds himself in office with some hot guy offering to make him an Emissary in exchange for fulfilling his desires.

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (Complete: 45/45| 66,227) 

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (Complete: 28/28| 36,329) 

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

do you know any fics where stiles and lydia (or allison, or erica) have a really intense bond?? like they arent romantically/sexually together, but they do love each other platonically?? just its an intense love. really im just in the mood for friendship fics with stiles and the girls, but i cant find what im looking for so maybe you/your followers know some fics?

Here you go. - Anastasia

Deadly doesn’t have a Gender by artemis69

(1/1 I 2,014 I Teen I Berica)

Erica grows up, like a weed distorted by the weight of their looks.

They trap her in boys’ clothes, boys’ shoes. Inside a boy’s name. They stare at her with expectation in their eyes, waiting for her to suddenly yell, ‘Gottcha!’ and finally start acting like a real boy.

They wait for her to stop ‘joking’.

Make It Count by DenaCeleste

(1/1 I 2,178 I Teen I Steter)

The last thing Stiles expected was for his best friend Erica to trick him into kissing the Sexy Biker Dude. Who would've thought that was the guy manning the kissing booth? He was going to text Erica a piece of his mind!Stiles> HOW DARE YOUErica> You're welcome.

The Amazing Adventures of Batman, Catwoman, and Sourwolf by gryvon

(2/? I 8,128 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles drags his best friend Erica into the woods in search of a dead body. Things turn out a little different than another trip into the woods.

Stupid Say What? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 8,437 I General I Sterek)

Stiles shoved another bite into his mouth, glancing over at Boyd and Erica. Boyd was smiling down into his eggs benedict and Erica was grinning at Stiles.

He frowned in confusion, his chewing slowing. Tucking the food into one cheek, he asked, “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just nice. I like when the four of us come out together. Our little double dates,” she teased, stabbing her fork into a strawberry and putting it between her lips.

Stiles snorted at her comment, since this wasn’t a double date—he wished—but didn’t comment on it because he liked their outings, too. Even if he whined incessantly about it until he got there, it was always a good time.

here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain

(1/1 I 22,322 I Teen I Sterek)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

Our Kind of Nuts by ericaismeg

(1/1 I 22,553 I General)

Stiles doesn't know that reaching out to Erica, a girl from his Psych class, is going to change his entire life. All he wanted was a quiet place to study. Suddenly, he's becoming best friends with Erica, getting a tutor from Boyd, going crazy over this guy who is quite passionate about Pride and Prejudice named Derek, being supportive to Lydia, finding some weird peace treaty with Jackson, and inviting Erica's best friend to live with him, Scott, and Jackson for a bit.

He didn't expect things to turn out like this, but hell, he's not complaining one bit.

A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

(28/28 I 36,329 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

Impossible to a Thousand and More by sofonisba_found

(1/1 I 57,092 I Mature I Sterek)

The kingdoms of Hale and Argent have been at peace for twenty-five years, and Lady Lydia Martin and her childhood friend Junior Marshal Stiles Stilinski are chosen to be the diplomats to represent the Argents' interests in a mostly ceremonial renewal of promises of continued peace and cooperation to take place in the neutral Kingdom of Beacon, with Princesses Laura and Cora Hale and Prince Derek there to do the same for the Hale Kingdom. But not everyone wants peace between the two lands, and whether it be a boring treaty affirmation or prelude to conspiracy and war, Derek knows he shouldn't be quite so interested in the Junior Marshal's eyes.

A tale with diplomacy and manners, fights with brigands and other nefarious individuals, conspiracy and treason by malicious forces unknown to our heroes, acts of valor leading to grievous injury, Princes dashing half naked through the woods carrying an injured ally in a bridal carry, blatant flirtations even while one party is semi incapacitated, shirts that are too tight, tender bedside care, declarations of love and passionate couplings, and Royal sisters rather invested in their brother's love life and happiness.

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

(16/16 I 109,578 I Mature I Sterek)

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he's a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica's epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there's this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff... totally the same old BH.

When it all comes crumbling down by Littleredridinghunter

(18/18 I 216,191 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles is recovering from the Nogitsune. Erica is the only one that is really there for him, Scott's too busy rekindling his relationship with Allison and Stiles feels like he's falling apart.

When a near-miss with a kelpie results in an encounter that he could never have predicted, Stiles begins to think his life might be getting back on track.

He's wrong.

Stiles' life is so messed up he can't even begin to explain it, maybe it's time for him to finally do something for himself and get out of Beacon Hills. But where will that path lead?

With Stiles involved, no doubt danger and death won't be far behind.