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I found I enjoy the Stiles is best friends with Laura Hale dynamic. Do you have any recommendations?

Hi anon! @kevaaronday made this list for you.

Burn with hellfire in the blue light of midnight by babisays (20/20 | 203,189 | Teen | Sterek) Stiles met the Hale siblings when he was eleven years old. Now it has been six years since he lost his best friend Cora in the fire, and Derek and Laura left Beacon Hills.

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

How We Serve by GrimReaperlover11 (16/16 | 53,280 | Not Rated | Sterek) Stiles is selected to become the servant to Prince Derek Hale.. however his new master gives off total 'Ima rip your throat out, with my teeth' vibes...maybe its a werewolf thing. Nonetheless Stiles hopes he can survive his new life

Sacrifice (Whatever It Takes) by adara, Swlffangirl (7/7 | 38,519 | Teen | Sterek) In which Laura lives, the Hale Pack grows, and Derek finds a peace that he'd never thought could be his. It doesn't come easy, because when does anything ever, but they've got a real shot at it for the first time since before the fire that stole their family and sent their whole lives up in smoke.

My Sister’s Boyfriend by Niecy8 (14/14 | 36,297 | Mature | Sterek) Derek loves his sister very much and is looking forward to seeing her since they haven't seen each other in a while. However, he's not thrilled that she is bringing home her new boyfriend - someone they know zero about. He will be nice but what he didn't expect was how attractive he would be.

Stiles will do anything for Laura. She's his best friend and like an older sister to him. However, this has to be the worst idea she has ever had - pretending to date one another? No one will believe it and it becomes increasingly harder to play the part when he meets her gorgeous brother. 

Or two idiots slowly falling in love with each other with Laura playing a hand in it.

The Ghost of You (It Keeps Me Awake) by StaceyMarie123 (1/1 | 21,477 | Teen | Sterek) She took each step slowly, as if approaching a frightened animal that might spook any second.

“You can see me?” she asked, and her voice was higher pitched that he’d expected. It was a complete and utter marvel that Stiles hadn’t keeled over from shock yet.

He nodded and her face broke into a huge grin.

She had bunny teeth, just like her brother.

…

Or: the one where Stiles accidentally develops the power to see and communicate with ghosts, and there seems to be someone haunting their favourite grumpy alpha.

Samhain by nightlight9 (1/1 | 20,135 | Teen | Sterek) The ghost of Talia Hale has been showing up in Stiles’ bedroom on the night of Halloween for years. Normally their conversations are pretty normal. But when she shows up screaming about how her daughter is going to be killed, Stiles knows that he’ll do anything to prevent that from happening.

Platonic Absolutes by sparkandwolf (1/1 | 7,362 | Gen | Sterek) When Stiles first met Laura, there was no doubt in his mind that their soul bond wasn’t meant to be anything but platonic. He had heard of that happening, that the marks on a person’s body could mean they had a soulmate by any meaning of the word, and was momentarily disappointed that his meant a lifetime best friend. 

Then he realized that Laura was the most incredible woman he had ever met. If it wasn’t for the fact she was very, very, gay, he would’ve fallen in love with her the moment she barged into his life.

A Death Omen Too Strong to Stomp Out by one-fandom-became-all-fandoms (1/1 | 6,668 | Mature | Sterek) The dream had haunted him for nearly a year since moving to New York. With no friends but his therapist to confide in, Stiles raced to figure out what the wintry orchard had to do with saving a life. Accompanied by a mysterious stranger, Derek, Stiles may unravel his psyche before it's too late.

love and soulmates by EvanesDust (1/1 | 1,747 | Teen | Sterek) Derek watched as Stiles looped an arm around Laura’s waist and laid his head on her shoulder.

“Aw, Laur, don’t be like that. You know we’re soulmates…” 

Soulmates? And just like that, Derek’s heart broke. Laura brought home Stiles--perfect and delectable and entirely Derek’s type. Fuck his life because, of course, Stiles would be in love with Laura.

AND

@littlekittio reminded me of this fantastic fic.

Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain

(1/1 I 17,698 I Teen)

“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."

"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

AND AND

@idoobeg suggested these!

The Cool Kids by thankyouforexisting

(1/1 I 14,375 I Teen I Sterek)

Laura was four when her parents brought home a baby. [...] The next day, she grabbed a basket and put her brother in it. The four month old baby blinked sleepily at her, and she grinned, “Hey, brother. This is for my own good,” she’d heard something like that yesterday at the movies, and it sounded cool. She carried the basket into the Preserve, taking care not to wake her sleeping parents, and walked for a while before setting it gently on the ground. “Animals of the forests!” she cried, “This is my offering to you! Take this baby in exchange for my family’s safety!” // Laura has tried to abandon her siblings 13 times (each), has convinced Scott that life isn't real in 8 occasions, and she's made her parents wish they'd stayed childless about 1000 times, but not really. A story in which little Laura grows up, and learns.

I Hate You a Little, a Lot, Passionately, Not at All by YouRunWithTheWolves

(6/6 I 26,083 I Explicit I Sterek)

Laura has a brother. He's a dick. So Laura gets herself a best friend.

He's also a dick.

or, Laura finds a new roommate to replace Isaac and Derek is ecstatic.

[sourmiguel]

Call Him More by @sparkandwolf (wc6000, teen)

Summary: Scott hadn’t even asked what the two were doing and Stiles realized he should have explained something more than ‘yeah, sometimes we share a bed to watch movies and play games but it’s totally platonic’. “You were spooning, Stiles. I don’t know about you, but the only person I’ve ever spooned in my life is my girlfriend,” Scott said with a gross smile in Allison’s direction. The group collectively groaned but Stiles couldn’t join in because he was too focused on what that weekend might have meant to Derek. “We’re just roommates, guys. Friends, even. But that’s it,” Stiles said and that was that.

The pining! I love Stiles and Derek's friendship in this one, even if they are also super dumb. lol

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Merry Christmas, sparkandwolf!

For @sparkandwolf, who asked for kid!fic, fluff and established relationship. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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The Kids are Not All Right

"You!"

"I won't eat with him!"

Startled by the simultaneous outbursts, Stiles looked at Derek and saw the same panic he was feeling.

"Excuse us," Derek said calmly, pushing his daughter back out the door. "We'll be outside for a moment." Derek took his eleven-year-old daughter out of the restaurant and Stiles saw them sit on a bench outside the door.

Stiles moved them to the far side of the lobby and squatted down to be able to look his son in the eye. "Ben. Talk to me."

"That's the know-it-all Harpy from math class," Ben said derisively. "I hate her!"

Stiles wanted to bang his head against the wall, but he knew that wouldn't be a good example. He had ignored Ben's grousing about one of the students in his advanced math class, assuming it was an academic rivalry. He should have asked for details. Or at least for a name other than 'Harpy.'

"Okay, buddy, this is what we're going to do," Stiles said. "If they come back in, I need you to be polite. You don't have to say anything other than please and thank you. If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. Got it?"

"Yeah, if I have to," Ben replied sullenly.

"Yes, you have to," Stiles said firmly.

"Geez, dad!" Ben sighed.

Stiles stood and ruffled Ben's hair. Ben ducked away from his hand and ran his hand through the hair to smooth it out. He looked out the window to see Derek still sitting on the bench with his daughter. He sighed.

"Wait here," Stiles said. He went to the door and poked his head out. "Do we need to re-schedule?"

"No," Derek said firmly. "We'll be fine."

The huff from the girl next to Derek let Stiles know Derek was in the same position he was in.

"I'll get a table?" Stiles asked.

"That would be good," Derek nodded. "We'll be in in a minute."

Stiles went back inside and collected Ben before going on to the hostess station. "We're four people and can we get a table?" He figured it would be better than a booth. "The other two are just outside."

"This way." The woman let them to a table in the center of the room. Luckily, the restaurant was slow and the table was big enough to let them sit two to a side.

"Sit there," Stiles pointed to a seat. He sat next to Ben. They ordered drinks and Stiles didn't protest when Ben ordered a milkshake, something that was usually a treat.

Derek came in and guided his daughter to the chair opposite Stiles. Derek sat across from Ben.

"Hi, I'm Stiles," he said. "Good to meet you, Erin."

"Hello." Erin didn't look up from her lap.

Stiles looked at Derek helplessly. He forged on. "Ben, this is Derek."

"Hello." At least Ben looked up at Derek.

The waitress came by with their drinks and took Derek and Erin's drink order. The waitress pointed out the list of specials on the wall and left. They sat in silence.

As Stiles took a breath to say something, he saw Derek shake his head.

Fortunately, the waitress came by with the rest of the drinks and they ordered food.

"Ladies first," Stiles said cheerfully. "Erin, what would you like?"

Ben fidgeted but didn't say anything when Erin ordered the bacon cheeseburger that Stiles knew Ben preferred. Ben ended up ordering the exact same thing and Stiles was pleased that Ben was pleasant to the waitress.

The meal was mostly silent although Erin did say unprompted, "Thank you for dinner Mr. Stiles," when Stiles took the bill for the group from the waitress.

"You're welcome, Erin," Stiles said softly.

"I'll call you?" Derek said as they were leaving.

Stiles nodded. "Yes." He looked down at Ben. "Later?"

"That works," Derek nodded.

In the car, Stiles said, "Can it wait until we get home. Please?" Ben was just under the height to be able to sit in the front seat of the car and Stiles didn't want his son shouting at the back of his head. Stiles had been short at that age, so he understood Ben's unhappiness with sitting in the back seat and on a booster seat. At nine, it was undignified.

"Yeah, I guess," Ben grumped and then crossed his arms.

Fortunately, it was a short ride home and Stiles had them seated at the kitchen table with milk and cookies.

"Okay, tell me about Erin," Stiles said.

"She's such a pain," Ben complained. "She's a know-it-all in class and she constantly tells me I'm stupid."

"What does the teacher do?" Stiles asked.

"Tells her to stop, and she does for a while, but then she does it when the teacher isn't around," Ben said waved his arms. "Or she does it at lunch since we're in the same lunch period. She and her friends laugh at me all the time. But that's the only time I see them."

"And what did you do?" Stiles asked. He knew very well Ben was no saint.

Ben crossed his arms and got a mulish look on his face.

"Come on kid," Stiles coaxed. "I know you and you can give as good as you get."

"Well, maybe I gave her the wrong answer when she asked me for help," Ben admitted.

"Benjamin Marek Stilinski!" Stiles sighed gustily.

"She called me shorty. And she was showing off, saying she was better than me," Ben defended himself. "She should have checked it herself."

"Maybe she could have, but was that fair?" Stiles asked.

Ben slumped in his chair and stuffed a cookie in his mouth. "No," he mumbled.

"Okay, kid, enough for tonight," Stiles said. "Bath night."

"Yeah, I know," Ben admitted.

"Got everything ready for school in the morning?"

"I have to get my gym clothes out of the dryer," Ben admitted.

"Get that first, so you don't forget."

"I won't."

Stiles knew he wouldn't forget. For a kid, Ben was pretty fastidious. He never shied away from getting dirty, but he hated grimy gym clothes and brought them home to wash after no more than two wearings. Stiles remembered his gym clothes that had stayed in a locker for weeks on end, so he was faintly appreciative that Ben liked clean clothes. Ben had asked to learn how to do laundry and Stiles let him do most of his own clothes and the towels.

It took another hour and a half before Ben was in bed and Stiles could call Derek.

"What a mess," Stiles sighed.

"I know," Derek replied.

"I didn't even think they'd know each other," Stiles said. "Ben's two years behind Erin in school, except for that math class."

"He must be pretty good in math to be in that class," Derek said.

"He is!" Stiles had to smile. "Takes after his Aunt Lydia. She encouraged me to have him test into that class."

"Erin was happy to be asked to be in that class," Derek said. "It's pretty much all she talks about. Although, now that I know more, she was talking about Ben."

"And now they're at each other's throats," Stiles said. "And, hey, Ben's no saint and admits to adding to the feud."

"Erin admitted to the teasing," Derek replied.

"Now what do we do?" Stiles asked. "Do we force them together?"

"I don't know," Derek said. "Erin's normally a good kid. I don't know why Ben set her off like he did."

"Same here," Stiles agreed.

"I was going to see if you guys wanted to come with us for Christmas," Derek admitted. "We go to my mom's and I know your dad isn't too far away. Two, or three with your dad, more at the party won't make a difference."

"Ben and my dad would have loved that," Stiles replied wistfully.

"Umm... maybe we can do it anyway," Derek said. "I think traveling together may be too much to ask, but if you stay at your dad's then we can meet up at the party, at the very least. There'll be enough other kids that Erin and Ben don't have to play together."

"And we can spend some quality time together!" Stiles cheered. "I know my dad would love to have Ben to himself. Maybe we can plan a day with just us."

"Would your dad keep Ben for the night?" Derek asked.

"Definitely!" Stiles promised eagerly. He loved his kid, really. But he was tired of being cock-blocked by a nine-year-old.

"Let me double check with what my mom has planned and I'll make arrangements for a hotel room," Derek said. "Mom or Uncle Peter will keep Erin for the night, with no problem."

"Perfect!" Stiles smiled.

"Should we talk to that math teacher?" Derek asked. "According to Erin, she's been getting away with a lot in that class."

"And Ben's been egging her on," Stiles nodded. "It's only a couple of weeks to the Christmas break. I suspect things will be calmer for a bit. Let's see how the holidays go and if we have to, we can meet up with her after the first of the year."

"That was my thought," Derek agreed. "Just wanted to be on the same page with you."

"Always want to be with you," Stiles teased.

"Brat," Derek said softly.

"Your brat," Stiles replied. "Okay, let me call my dad and make sure he's available. Christmas is a Friday this year, so Monday or Tuesday night will probably be best for us to get away."

"Mom will probably do most of the party things through the weekend, so that should work," Derek replied. "You know what, I'll make a reservation for the two nights and we'll see what happens."

"You don't have to do that!" Stiles protested.

"It'll just be easier," Derek replied. "And if we spend Monday night, we don't have to hurry out on Tuesday."

"Oooohhh... early morning blow jobs!" Stiles grinned.

"Breakfast in bed," Derek said.

"You twisted my arm!" Stiles agreed.

"We still on for this Friday?" Derek asked.

"Definitely!"

"Okay, see you then!"

Stiles looked at a clock and it was still relatively early. He texted his dad. You available to talk? We'd like to come for Christmas.

The phone rang not five minutes later.

"Hey, daddio!"

"You're always welcome to come for Christmas," John said. "What's the occasion?"

"Can't I come home to see my dad?" Stiles asked.

"I know you better than that," John said.

Stiles laughed. "Well, of all the people in this world, I'm dating Derek Hale."

"Really? How did that happen?"

"Yeah, I don't believe it either," Stiles admitted. "We ran into each other at a work conference, remember when I went to Sacramento a couple of months ago? The supernatural conference where I picked up a couple new clients? Well, the next thing I know he's been stealth-dating me for a month."

"Only you!"

"Oh, don't worry, I took care of that!" Stiles promised. "Anyway, we've been dating long enough and, well, it looks kinda serious. So we thought we'd get our kids together."

"I know you don't let too many of your dates meet Ben, so I wouldn't be surprised to know Derek does the same with his kid," John replied. Stiles knew that, as Sheriff, his dad knew more about Erin's mother than he did, but that wasn't -- yet -- any of his business and Stiles didn't ask. He also rarely talked about Ben's mother, so there was that.

"It turns out that Ben already knows Erin from school," Stiles went on. "They're both in that advanced math class that Ben is taking."

"And?"

"And they hate each other," Stiles sighed. "They've been picking on each other in class. Name calling, teasing, a bit of bullying, that sort of thing."

"What about the teacher?" John asked.

"Evidently she's aware but some of it happens outside the classroom. Like the lunchroom. That's the only other place they'd be together," Stiles sighed. "Erin's two years ahead of Ben in school, so Derek and I were both surprised they knew each other."

"Almost reminds me of you and Lydia," John laughed.

"I never hated her," Stiles protested.

"Ah, but there's a thin line between love and hate, sometimes," John said.

"Well, at their ages it better not be love," Stiles groused.

"I don't know, that's about the same age you fixated on Lydia," John reminded him.

"Oh my god!" Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay, back to the real reason I wanted to call. Derek's inviting us to the Hale Christmas party. I suspect his mom invites you and you just never go."

"True," John admitted.

"Well, if you and I and Ben go together, then, well..."

"You and Derek can have some canoodling time together," John said. Stiles could hear the smugness over the phone.

"Okay, we'd like some adult time together," Stiles admitted. "We know enough to behave at the party, but maybe Monday night, you could take Ben for the night so Derek and I can... canoodle."

"I should be able to do that," John agreed. "I have to check the schedule, but since I'm working Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, I should be able to have Monday night off..."

"And Tuesday?" Stiles put in quickly.

"And Tuesday," John laughed. "I'll think of something Ben and I can do together."

"Ben will love to spend time with his Pops," Stiles said. "So you won't have to do anything too special."

"I'll spoil my grandson any way I want," John declared.

"Yes, you will," Stiles agreed, not wanting his dad to change his mind. "If Monday doesn't work, Tuesday night works but just not as well."

"Got it," John agreed.

They worked through some logistics and moved on to more general topics before they hung up.

Dads pretty sure he can watch ben monday -- will let me know if he cant Stiles texted Derek, not knowing if he was up or possibly online with an overseas client. Derek's work managing archives for other packs had him working with clients all over the world. Although they worked odd hours, they found they both worked their schedule around the school day so they could be available for their kids.

Good Derek texted back as Stiles was crawling into bed.

Stiles made a deliberate effort to check in with Ben about his math class over the two weeks before the Christmas holiday. Erin had stopped teasing and had decided to ignore him completely, which Stiles had to consider a win. He went out on one date with Derek, getting the high school senior from down the street to watch Ben. They talked and texted regularly, and Stiles was really looking forward to the holidays. He and Derek both had their hands full, planning to finish up projects so they could be on holiday for the entire Christmas break.

"POPS!" Ben shrieked as he tumbled out of the car.

"Hey, kiddo!" John picked up Ben for a hug. "Good to see you!"

Stiles got their bags out of the car and called, "Ben, take your bag up to your room, please."

Ben ran back to Stiles, grabbed the bag and ran back to John. He grabbed John's hand, babbling away. Stiles could see John leaning in to listen. It was a good sight.

Stiles grabbed his bag and the bag with presents, following them into the house.

Ben and John were in the room Ben used when they stayed with John. When Stiles poked his head in, he pretended not to notice the new stack of books that 'innocently' sat on the bookcase against one wall. Ben had already pulled one down and they were sprawled on the bed, reading together.

Stiles went down to the kitchen to get something to eat. It had been only a two hour drive, so they hadn't stopped to eat on the way. Stiles eyed the food in the fridge, wondering how much was for them and how much of it his dad ate. But he and his dad had reached a more-or-less compromise on Stiles monitoring his dad's food -- as in, Stiles would stop -- when he went away to college. So Stiles ignored it and started to make himself a sandwich. He thought about it for a minute and made a plateful.

"You two want some food?" Stiles asked. John had Ben propped up in front of him on the bed as they read together.

Ben looked up. "Sure!"

"I made some sandwiches," Stiles said.

"That's what I planned for tonight," John admitted. "It was easiest if you got a late start or stuck in traffic."

"Ben, wash your hands before you come down," Stiles directed. Ben was good about the hand-washing in general, but Stiles also knew that being around his grandfather was exciting enough to make him forget.

"Okay!" Ben bounced off the bed and dashed into the bathroom. John got up slower and followed Stiles down the stairs.

"Grab something to drink," Stiles directed. "I poured some milk for Ben."

"You want a beer?"

"Sure, that would be good," Stiles nodded.

Ben came thundering down the stairs and Stiles shared a look with his dad. Yeah. Now I get it. Ben dropped into a chair and took a drink of the milk.

Stiles dropped a sandwich on Ben's plate.

"Can we go out for ice cream later?" Ben asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"I don't know, can we?" Stiles teased.

"D-a-a-a-d," Ben whined.

"I think ice cream is an excellent idea," John grinned.

"I should make both of you walk," Stiles play-pouted. "It would serve you both right."

"I suspect you want ice cream as much as your kid," John teased.

"Hey! Don't give away all my secrets!" Stiles protested.

Ben giggled.

They went to the local ice cream stand that re-opened for just the Christmas holidays. They had a variety of holiday flavored ice cream, as well as hot cocoa. There was a small line in front of the ordering window.

"Mint chip!" Ben requested.

"Just vanilla," John said.

"Okay, get a table and I'll wait for the cones," Stiles directed.

Stiles hadn't been in line too long when he saw Derek and Erin join the other line. Stiles waved at Derek, who smiled and waved back. Erin ignored him, but Stiles counted that as a minor win. He wanted to say 'join us' but he wasn't sure if the kids were quite up to that yet.

Stiles got their cones and took them over to the picnic table area off to one side.

"Did I see Derek in line?" John asked. "You could have invited him over."

"I almost did, but he had Erin with him and I wasn't going to force the kids together," Stiles said.

"Makes sense," John nodded.

Ben craned his neck, looking around. "She is here?"

"Erin is here with her dad and they're enjoying their own ice cream," Stiles said patiently.

"Okay." Ben went back to his ice cream.

John had to work the next day, so Stiles and Ben settled in front of the television, each with a book. They were eating lunch when Stiles knew he had to talk to Ben.

"Tomorrow night is Christmas Eve and we're invited to a party at the Hale house," Stiles said. "There will be lots of people, both humans and 'weres. There will also be a bunch of kids of different ages. Which means Derek and Erin will also be there. You are not required to play with Erin but you are required to be polite. You can leave the room if you need to and come and find me or your Pops. No magic, no matter what. You're old enough to control that and you will be expected to do so."

Ben's magic was still intermittent. He couldn't always control what happened, so Stiles had worked with Ben in funneling it into something benign -- like sparks or a bright light. Ben was pretty decent at simply not doing anything, which at his age was a good thing. Stiles did not want to see what his teen-age years would bring.

"Can't I just stay here?" Ben whined.

"No, you cannot, since your Pops will be coming, too," Stiles said. "He won't be able to stay long since he has to work because he didn't know we were coming until the last minute. If he stays home, it's not fair to the people who planned to have off."

"Geez," Ben sighed.

"There will be enough kids that you won't have to spend any time with Erin," Stiles said.

"I guess," Ben reluctantly agreed.

"And on Monday, I'm going out with Derek, so it'll be you and your Pops all night," Stiles said.

"Really?" Ben brightened up.

"Yes, really," Stiles replied.

Ben threw his arms around Stiles. "Okay, I'll behave at your stupid party."

"There will be lots of good food," Stiles tried.

"There better be," Ben muttered. "Wait, do I have to get dressed up?"

"Okay, for that I have a surprise," Stiles said. "Come on." He took Ben upstairs and Stiles brought out a package he had placed in the closet. "For you."

"Christmas isn't until Friday," Ben said suspiciously.

"Open it," Stiles said.

Ben carefully unstuck the tape and unwrapped the box. He shook it for a second but it didn't make any noise. "This better not be underwear," he muttered.

Stiles bit back a snicker. That was in a different box.

Ben dug through the tissue paper to bring out... a relatively tasteful, deep blue Christmas sweater. He looked at it, puzzled.

Stiles reached into the closet and brought out the adult version of the sweater on a hanger, this one in bright red. "This is mine and I got the same thing in green for your Pops."

"Da-a-a-a-d..."

"Come on, humor your old man," Stiles teased. "Besides, you don't want your Pops to be the only one with a snazzy Christmas sweater."

Ben looked at the sweaters. "It could be worse, I guess."

"That's the spirit!" Stiles cheered. "Come on, let's make Grandma's meatloaf for dinner to surprise Pops."

"Okay!" That Ben could get behind.

John was pleased to see the meatloaf, since he rarely made it for himself. After dinner they made popcorn and watched the first Home Alone movie. At Ben's bedtime, John and Ben read a couple of chapters of the book they started the other day.

"Don't think I didn't see all those new books on the bookcase," Stile said when John came back downstairs.

"He's a kid," John laughed. "He's your kid and he reads as much as you did... do. It's not a big deal."

"I know, just saying," Stiles replied. "Don't want you to think you're getting away with anything."

John just laughed.

Stiles had Ben give John the wrapped sweater as they were getting ready for the party. Stiles knew his dad had to work later, but could change in the locker room at work. John gave a grin when he saw the deep green sweater.

"Pops! See! Your sweater matches mine and dad's!" Ben pointed out the obvious.

"That's pretty cool," John said. "We're going to be the best looking people there!"

Ben nodded.

John took the cruiser since he'd have to leave earlier than Stiles planned to leave. There were already a number of cars in the extended driveway and John parked closer to the street so that he would be sure to get out. Stiles found a spot in the middle of the set of cars and he and Ben waited for John to join them.

"Welcome!" Cora Hale met them at the door. "Come in!" She pointed. "Coats can go there, if you need. There are snacks and things everywhere. Drinks are in the den. There will be a buffet set up out back in about an hour and a half." She looked down at Ben. "There's a group of kids playing board games on the back porch that might be about your age. Enjoy!"

"Thanks," Stiles nodded. "Want to check out the board games?"

Ben shrugged. "Sure. I guess."

John laughed. "I'm going to see who else is here so I can get that out of the way."

"Good enough," Stiles said.

There were nine or ten kids about Ben's age playing a couple of games on the back porch. There was a table in the corner with a small variety of snacks and bottles of water. A group of three boys were playing Yahtzee, of all things, and Ben gravitated toward that table. "You okay here?" Stiles asked.

Ben nodded.

"Okay, I'll be around somewhere," Stiles promised. "Come find me if you need anything."

"Okay," Ben said.

Stiles grabbed a handful of mixed nuts from a bowl on a table in the hall. He never had nuts in the house since he knew he'd eat the entire container, no matter the size, in essentially one sitting. And have the stomach-ache to prove it.

Talia Hale was in the living room and Stiles made a point of stopping and saying hello and thanking her for inviting him to their party.

"If I knew inviting you would get your father to come, I'd have asked you years ago!" Talia laughed.

"You know dad, he has to work later," Stiles grinned. "Working overnight means we've cut his afternoon nap shorter."

"Ah! That makes sense," Talia nodded. "We'll have to hope for a quiet night for him."

"Now you've jinxed it!" Stiles laughed. "Although he has said Christmas Eve really is quieter. People tend to stay closer to home, and the weather looks to be decent. So quiet is the goal."

"Good to know," Talia said. "I hear you're dating Derek."

Stiles knew he blushed with that. "Umm... yeah. We met a while back and, well, seem to hit it off." Stiles shrugged. "He's a good guy."

"And you have a... son?" Talia persisted.

"Yes, Ben. He's nine. He's on the back porch playing Yahtzee. He likes dice games or games of pure chance, so that was good to find. He'll be happy all night if someone will play with him."

"Interesting," Talia murmured, almost to herself. "Well, I'm glad to meet you. Bring Ben by at some point, I'd like to meet him."

"I will," Stiles replied. He excused himself and went off to the den to get a drink. While there were options for 'adult' beverages, he never indulged when he would have Ben in the car. He grabbed a cherry flavored seltzer and moved on to the kitchen.

"Smells good in here," Stiles said. Derek turned around and smiled at him. Stiles smiled back.

"Pay attention!" Peter barked at him. "You can make heart-eyes at Stiles later when nothing's going to burn."

Derek grimaced and turned back to what he was doing on a stove. Stiles perched at the breakfast bar and watched Derek as he alternately stirred three pots and worked on something in the huge skillet in front of him. Stiles snacked on the appetizers placed on the bar.

Stiles saw Peter carving a huge roast of beef off to one side.

"Anything I can do?" Stiles asked.

"Thank you, not right now," Peter said. "But you can help with carrying things in about fifteen minutes."

"That works for me," Stiles agreed. He watched Peter move on to a huge ham and then to a turkey. Damn! He'd come here for Christmas all the time.

Peter peered into the pots on the stove and had Derek take a couple off the heat and start pouring them into bowls and serving dishes.

"Okay, it's nice enough that the food is going outside," Peter said. "The cold dishes are already out there. Here are some pot holders and you can take this tray of meat outside. You'll see a place to put it." Peter pushed the pot holders toward Stiles.

"Got it," Stiles nodded. He took the tray and went out the side door. The buffet table was close by and there was, as Peter said, an obvious place for his tray of meat.

They spent the next fifteen minutes getting the food outside. Peter leaned over and said, "I'm going to let everyone know, but you and Derek can go ahead and get started. You'll be ahead of the crowd and thank you for helping."

Stiles juggled two plates, one for himself and one for Ben. Ben would wander by at some point and nothing on the plate desperately needed to be kept hot. So lukewarm would be fine.

"Hey! Where's mine?" John said from over Stiles' shoulder.

"That's for Ben," Stiles defended the plate. "I helped, so you have to get your own!"

"Oh, that's the way it is!" John laughed.

"It is!" Stiles grinned.

It took a bit before John was able to get a plate and join him at the table he had staked out. That was when Ben came running up. "Did you get me a plate?"

"Yes, I did," Stiles said. "Eat what you want. There's plenty."

"Can I... can I go and eat with the guys?" Ben asked.

"Sure," Stiles nodded.

"Thanks, Dad. See you, Pops." Ben grabbed the plate and ran off to sit with the boys Stiles assumed he had been playing games with.

"So it starts," Stiles sighed. "I get left alone for 'the guys'."

"Yeah," John grinned.

"What goes around, comes around," Stiles grinned.

Peter put a plate on the table. "Is this seat taken?"

"Please, join us," Stiles said. "This is excellent food!"

"Glad you like it!" Peter smiled.

"It is good," John added with a smile toward Peter. "You made my favorite potato dish, too."

Peter smiled back. Wait. What? Stiles looked between the two men, who were sitting closer together than strictly required.

"Umm..." He waved a fork between them, then put it down. "You know what, I don't want to know."

"Good choice," John said. But Stiles could see he was blushing.

Derek came over and sat next to Stiles. Stiles leaned into Derek and asked softly, "Are they dating or something?"

"I can hear you, you know," Peter said.

Derek leaned back. "I think more something, but I also think you don't want to know."

"Okay, I can work with that," Stiles laughed.

There was a separate dessert buffet but John would have to leave before that was set up. Peter promised to bring desserts to the station later, supposedly for everyone who was working the overnight shift.

"La la la la," Stiles sung. "I don't want to know anything!"

Peter grinned.

Stiles pitched with several others to help pick up after the meal. Peter set up a small buffet in the kitchen for late-comers. Or anyone that wanted to snack. Stiles knew 'wolves could eat their weight in food on a regular basis.

"Go away," Peter shoo'd them out of the kitchen. "You're here to enjoy yourselves."

Derek took Stiles' hand and started to take him outside.

"Oh, look!" Derek pointed up, trying to look innocent. "Mistletoe."

"Isn't that poisonous to 'wolves?" Stiles was puzzled. Then he looked closer. "Ah. It's plastic."

"It's still mistletoe," Derek pointed out hopefully.

"It is at that!" Stiles grinned. "And you're standing underneath it. I guess I have to kiss you."

Derek nodded solemnly, eyes dancing. "It is a tradition!"

Stiles leaned in for a soft kiss. Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles and deepened the kiss.

"Dad! Gross!" That was Ben.

"Dad! Yuchh!" And Erin was on the other side of them.

Stiles could feel Derek laughing in the kiss. Stiles broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Derek's. Stiles could see Ben's horrified face and he turned slightly to see the same look on Erin's face.

Derek drew Stiles back in for a quick kiss.

"Dad!" Erin protested.

"That is so gross," Ben muttered.

Stiles deliberately gave Derek a small kiss. "Is this gross?"

Ben groaned. "Yes!"

Catching on, Derek gave Stiles a soft kiss on one cheek. "How about this?"

Erin hissed.

Stiles pretended to consider. He leaned over and rubbed his cheek against Derek's. "Is scenting like this okay?"

"No!" Erin protested.

Derek placed a hand on the side of Stiles face. He leaned in firmly kissed Stiles. "What about that?"

"Da-a-a-a-d-d... Stop it!" Ben whined.

Stiles leaned into the kiss and opened his mouth, tangling tongues with Derek.

"No! I won't stand for it!" Erin said. "I'm leaving."

"Yuchh... I can't watch any more!" Ben muttered. There was some not-so-subtle stomping of feet that Stiles ignored, since he was busy kissing Derek.

Derek ended the kiss softly, nuzzling into Stiles' hair.

"I think they left together," Stiles whispered.

"They did," Derek nodded.

"Huh."

"Not sure it solves the problem, but it's a start," Derek agreed.

"It is," Stiles agreed. Since they had the hallway to themselves, he went back to kissing Derek.

Christmas was relatively quiet, since his dad had to work. Stiles and Ben slept in and Stiles made pancakes for them both to watch in front of the television. Stiles threw together an 'egg pie' for his dad to have when he got home. Stiles had called a quiche an 'egg pie' at one point when he was younger and the name had stuck. But John appreciated the food after the long Christmas Eve shift. Tonight's shift wouldn't be quite as long, but he ate quickly and went off to sleep.

They waited for dinnertime, when John was finally up, to open presents. Ben had out-grown Santa early, so opening presents didn't need to be done at the crack of dawn.

John had given a book of magic that Stiles had been looking for. "Oh, you had Peter find this, didn't you?" Stiles asked.

John shrugged. "It's something you wanted, isn't it?"

"He tell you what he paid for it?" Stiles knew how much this specific book was worth, so he frowned at the thought of what his dad paid.

"I repaid him, don't worry," John grinned.

Stiles thought he detected a small blush. "Okay, I don't want to know," Stiles decided.

Ben was enthusiastic about his own books and video games but did groan at the box of underwear from Stiles. Especially since some of it was fandom related. The Iron Man briefs and the Wonder Woman t-shirt were Stiles' personal favorites. (He may or may not have looked for the same items in adult sizes.)

They ate too much food and stayed up too late but that made it a fun holiday. The rest of the weekend passed similarly.

"Okay, you be good for your Pops," Stiles said to Ben. "I'm not going far away but Derek and I are going to do some adult things together."

"Like kissing?" Ben was horrified.

"Yes, like kissing," Stiles grinned. And more...

"Then go away and do it," Ben said, making a face.

Stiles laughed. "I'll have my cell phone but you should be fine," he said.

"Pops can take care of anything," Ben said staunchly.

"Yes, he can," Stiles nodded. "Don't have too much fun."

"We won't," Ben rolled his eyes. "Just go."

Stiles ruffled his hair and laughed as he left the room. Derek was picking him up shortly.

"Safe, sane, and consensual," John said.

"I should be making sure you're doing the same thing," Stiles retorted.

John grinned.

There was a knock at the door and Stiles went to answer it. Derek looked good in well-fitted jeans, a sweater with snowflakes and a leather jacket. Stiles grabbed the backpack he was using as an overnight bag. "Ready!"

"Don't have too much fun!" John said as they went out the door.

Stiles laughed. "I just told that to my kid! So, where are we going?"

"I figure I could woo you with curly fries," Derek grinned.

"My hero!"

"Thought a meal would be good," Derek said. "I have a room at Flanigan's B&B for tonight and tomorrow. So we can stay as long as we want tomorrow."

"Ooohhh... fancy!" Stiles teased. He leaned in and kissed Derek. "But very nice."

They got to the diner and Stiles ordered a basket of curly fries before the waitress got to take their drink order. "What? You promised me curly fries!" Stiles said when Derek sighed at him.

"Erin asked about kissing," Derek said.

"I told Ben we were would be doing adult things tonight, and he asked if we'd be kissing," Stiles admitted. "He was properly horrified."

"So was Erin," Derek nodded.

"I don't know how to deal with this," Stiles said. "I thought maybe they'd be stand-offish or cool, which I could see with the age and gender differences. But I really don't know how to address this."

"Well, I'm thinking we just make them deal with it," Derek said.

"Of the 'if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all' dealing?"

"Exactly," Derek nodded. "At some point, either they'll bond over being horrified by the kissing or they'll at least be polite in front of us. And we come down hard on both of them if there's any bullying."

"That's reasonable," Stiles said. He took Derek's hand. "I was going to wait until later but I wanted to ask if you would consider moving in with me? I have room for both you and Erin in my house, and I can partition off a room in the basement so we each have an office."

"I'll see your moving in together and raise you one," Derek got a small, crinkly package out of his jacket pocket and put it on the table in front of Stiles. "Marry me?"

The waitress put the first basket of curly fries down -- Stiles had ordered another with is dinner -- and their drinks.

"See? There is a perfect moment in life!" Stiles gushed. He leaned in for a kiss. "Yes, I will marry you. I promise to be properly enthusiastic later, but... well... hot curly fries!"

"You dork," Derek smiled.

Stiles reached for the unbox-like package and unwrapped it. "A ring pop! Oh, that's perfect!" Stiles slipped it on his thumb.

Derek blushed. "I thought maybe we'd look for something we like together. But, well, I didn't want to wait any longer."

Stiles had to kiss him again. "Perfect. Now, hot curly fries wait for no man!"

It was late Tuesday afternoon before Derek took Stiles back to his dad's house. Stiles felt properly exhausted and loved, and he thought Derek looked the same.

They parked in the driveway and Stiles leaned if for another kiss. "Want to come in or should you get home?"

Derek debated but decided, "I should get home. I promised Erin we'd go for pizza tonight."

"Not a problem," Stiles nodded. "I'll talk to Ben tonight and call you later?"

"That works," Derek agreed.

Stiles sappily watched Derek pull out of the driveway and pull away.

He went into the house and Ben charged down the stairs. "Dad! You're home!" He leaped into Stiles' arms.

"Oof! You're getting kinda big for that," Stiles said as he hugged Ben firmly. He had taught Ben the 'Stilinski hug' from the very beginning and Ben gave great hugs.

"Have a good time?" John asked as he came out of the kitchen.

Stiles nodded, smiling. "The best!"

John looked at him. "Umm... looks like a very good time."

Stiles knew he had a love bite on his neck but he was kind of proud of getting Derek to lose control enough to give it to him. Stiles grinned. "It was!"

"Pops said we could order pizza tonight!" Ben said.

"He did, did he?" Stiles teased.

"He did." John said firmly. "And I've already put in the order, so you can't mess with it."

"Too happy to care," Stiles sighed.

"I know that look," John said, frowning.

Stiles grinned then put Ben down. He knelt to be at eye-level with Ben. "I know you won't be happy about all of this, but Derek and I have decided that we're getting married and moving in together."

"More kissing?" Ben rolled his eyes.

"Yes."

Ben sighed. "Pops and I talked about it and, well, I guess it's an adult thing I don't understand yet." Then he paused and his eyes went wide. "Erin will live with us?"

"Yes," Stiles said. "She'll get the guest bedroom and Derek will sleep with me."

Ben mulled that over for a bit then shrugged. "Okay."

Stiles was surprised. "Just okay?"

He got a sly look. "Pops said that might happen, although he didn't think it would happen like right now, so I've had a chance to think about it. At least she's smart."

Stiles shook his head. "Thanks, buddy. I appreciate that."

"Come here, kid," John hauled Stiles up and drew him into a warm hug. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks," Stiles replied into his shoulder, inexplicably overwhelmed by emotion. He drew back. "Just a small thing with friends and family. Probably closer to Easter break so we can take the kids with us on a vacation. They can afford to miss some school, but we're not going to abuse that."

"We get to go?" Ben asked, surprised.

"Sure," Stiles promised. "You won't get to go with us all the time, but we've already decided the first vacation includes you and Erin."

"I can live with that," Ben nodded.

After Ben went to bed, Stiles sat down with his dad. "I know we didn't get to do this with Ben's mom. That was so different..."

"I know," John nodded. "Neither of you expected Suzanne to get pregnant and then not telling you that she was engaged to someone else wasn't fair to you."

"That was a hard moment, but it was harder when I finally realized she didn't want Ben at all," Stiles said softly. "I've toned that down for Ben, but he's going to ask some tough questions about his mom some day. I'm not looking forward to that discussion."

"He knows how much you love him," John assured him. "Just keep at it and it'll be okay in the end."

"Thanks," Stiles replied softly.

"So, wedding plans?" John asked.

"Oh, I'm just going to throw it all at Lydia and let her have her way with it," Stiles laughed. "But we want to keep it simple and just the immediate family will be there. If we start inviting pack or our friends it'll be huge. And we'll come back here for the ceremony. Derek did admit he'd like to have the ceremony in the Preserve."

"Sounds like a plan," John nodded.

It wasn't necessarily easy, but Stiles and Derek made it work. Ben and Erin were polite at first but mostly ignored each other. By the time of the wedding, they were reasonably friendly, which as much as Derek and Stiles could ask for. They were already house-hunting since Stiles' house was okay but they agreed that more space would be better.

At the reception, Stiles heard a familiar groan of gross from Ben and he had to see what that was all about.

Stiles caught his dad and Peter snickering while kissing in a small alcove near the kitchen.

"Ewww.... gross," Stiles teased as he shook a finger at them. "Come on kid, Derek and I can do better than that!"

"Aww, dad, do you have to?" Ben protested.

Stiles caught Derek looking at him with a promise of more than kissing in his eyes.

"Oh, yeah! I do!" Stiles smiled.

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

So I was tagged by both @evanesdust​ & @sparkandwolf​, and I feel bad not doing it but the thing is, I use Tumblr on my computer only because I can’t type fast enough on my phone and it is FRUSTRATING. So I don’t really have that many pictures saved on here... (Okay full disclosure, I don’t on my phone either, I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE OKAY!) I went through everything I have and like, I TRIED OKAY! I tried, I did my very bestest! Lol (I had to get creative on the “I like reading, I like writing, I listen to music, Tumblr is an addiction, etc.” lol. Also fandom, clearly). ALSO THIS TOOK ME TWO HOURS, when I should’ve been writing, whoops. I suck at technology (also I was almost done and my power went out and took my computer with it so YOU KNOW)

rules: describe yourself with 10 pictures you already have. no downloading or searching for new ones. then tag 10 people.

I tag whoever would like to do this -throws confetti- 

[kitchenisking]

Fic Rec🙈

Calculated Risk by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemryn)  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6013, sterek)

“Will I survive?” Derek whined behind him, his grip on Stiles' wrist tightening. Stiles couldn’t look at him, knowing one glance might change his mind. 

The Queen considered his question, tilting her head at him. “You will survive if you’re in love.”

Physical Chemistry by alisvolatpropiis - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1670, sterek)

Stiles has a thing for Professor Hale's beard.

Aggression by mikkimouse - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1332, sterek)

Based on this TFLN post: "I'm coming over to use your dick. I need to take my aggression out on something. Hope that's cool."

I Wanna Let Go And Know That I'll Be Alright by orphan_account - (Rating: Mature, Words: 21967, sterek)

When Scott tells Stiles to 'take a step back' from pack life, Stiles takes it as an invitation to get his life back on track - sans the supernatural.

You'll be my resolution by Jmeelee  - (Rating: Mature, Words: 6511, sterek)

“Stiles, is it true you got kicked out of the community center yesterday?” His father asks him the following morning. He’s standing at Stiles’ apartment door, eyes tired above puffy, bruised skin. He’d worked the night shift, and word travels fast.

“Yup,” Stiles admits. 

The Sheriff levels a look at Stiles, one he hasn’t seen since he was a teenager running around at all hours of the night chasing the supernatural. “Now, dare I ask why you got kicked out?”

“I was trying to help Derek Hale.”

“Help him?” 

“Yeah, it’s my New Year’s resolution.”

His father rolls his eyes. “Well, that sounds like it will end in disaster. Good luck.”

Good Intentions by yodasyoyo - (Rating: T, Words: 6452, sterek)

In which Stiles thought he fake wolf-married Derek twenty-six years previously. Turns out it wasn't as fake as he thought.

The Perilous Adventures of Police Dog Derek by dr_girlfriend - (Rating: T, Words: 4602, sterek)

“Seriously, though.” Stiles squints at his dad. “Since when did you start talking to yourself? Did empty nest syndrome really hit you that hard?”

John goes back around the counter, flipping the bacon in one skillet and then stirring up some eggs in the other. 

“I was talking to Scout,” he says placidly.

“Who the fuh — fudge is Scout?”

John rolls his eyes. “Scout, say hi.” BOOF! Stiles jumps, spilling hot coffee down his arm.

“Jesus!” he yelps. He licks his dripping arm — waste not, want not — and then rounds the kitchen island.

Sitting there, looking way too smug, is — well, he’s not exactly willing to bet the house on it, but Stiles is 99% sure that that’s a motherfucking werewolf.

The coolest wolf in the whole wide world by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) - (Rating: T, Words: 8254, sterek) Stiles is surprisingly good at being a wolf. Like, super good at control, loves the drama of making weird entrances, and determined to try all the things. Because he has to find out what’s different about being a wolf. And Derek is going to be his Yoda, whether he wants to or not. Only Stiles is pretty sure Yoda never smelled this good.

The Story of Us (By Dancing Steps) by ElStark - (Rating: G, Words: 9341, sterek)

Stiles and Derek meet when they're 7 and 8 years old at their first Ballet lesson. 

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[ People always said that where Stiles was grace, Derek was strength. And he didn’t disagree, there was something in the way that Derek moved through the motions, a boldness and confidence that communicated pure strength. But it also had an elegance to it that always left Stiles staring, completely enraptured whenever he saw him dance. And this time was no different. 

Derek gestured him to come closer and he went easily. “You’re Odette.”

“Excuse me?” Stiles arched an eyebrow and Derek rolled his eyes.

“Do you want me to show you, or not?”

Stiles huffed and muttered, “This doesn’t feel emasculating at all.” Under his breath, but put himself in position in front of Derek as asked. He squinted when he saw Derek trying to hold off a grin from his reflection in the mirror. “You’re an asshole.” Stiles told him and Derek gave up all pretences, grinning widely at him. ]

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AKA The Ballet AU that was long due for my husband Charlie.

Call a Richard's Nickname by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) - (Rating: T, Words: 14242, sterek)

“What would we call it?” Stiles asked, ignoring Scott. “Like, it’d have to be catchy, it’s gonna be hard to market.” 

“Call a Dick,” Jackson said immediately. 

“Dude, we can’t market a business with the word ‘dick’ in it, that’s not gonna fly. No one will print that. And what are we gonna do, emblazon the side of the building with a huge penis?” Stiles had to admit, it would be hilarious, but probably taken down by the city relatively quickly. 

“It’s clear, it’s concise, it explains exactly what we offer.” 

“It can’t have the word dick in it, Jackson,” Stiles insisted with a sigh, leaning back and thinking on it.

[giveemhales]

🥺 for the sterek rec list, please and thank you

Going with fics that are simply too cute to handle, that make me literally 🥺 because damn I want what they have. These are all pure fluff. There’s a ton of great fluffy fics but I’m sticking to 10 for now. I’ll also be providing brief descriptions since this is such a broad category :)

To me, you are perfect by DorianWilde (1674 words)

Stiles uses romantic movie quotes to woo Derek. Derek is confused.

A Potato By Any Other Name by @poetry-protest-pornography (2054 words)

Derek is great at giving gifts and Stiles feels the need to return the favor (he does in the most adorable way possible… with a potato).

Happiest Years by @sparkandwolf (1867 words)

Derek tries to plan the perfect anniversary. It seems like a storm might get in the way, but they make it work.

Feels Like Falling (For You) by @clotpolesonly (2073 words)

Derek is the only one willing to ride the rollercoaster with Stiles. (Derek forgets to mention his fear of rollercoasters)

Google Doc: TILADH by @isthatbloodonhisshirt (5981 words)

Derek finds Stiles’ list of reasons he loves Derek. Luckily, Derek loves Stiles too.

Electricity in Your Kiss by @the-real-dannix (4843 words)

5 times Derek’s kiss makes Stiles lose control + 1 time it doesn’t

I Wanna Be Your Endgame by @everything-a-wolf-could-want (2736 words)

Derek learns that even if humans don’t have super senses, they can still hear things.

Read the Signs by dragon_temeraire (1368 words)

Stiles learns sign language to talk to Derek, who is deaf.

The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me (Is You) by distortedreality (17936 words)

When Derek realizes the new kid Stiles is his mate, he attempts to court him.

Sleepless in Beacon Hills by @yodas-yo-yo (2838 words)

Derek and Stiles are trying to go to sleep but they aren’t very good at it.

Bonus:

It’s Always Been You by @fanficmakesmehappy (me) (5018 words)

This is a Valentine’s Day fic I wrote last year that I would like to believe is worthy of a 🥺

[twsterekbigbang]

Born Out of Magic

Author: thatnerdemryn, @sparkandwolf | Artist: @ravenclawkward-art |

Rating: Teen and Up | Word count: 20k

Magical Stiles Stilinski, Magical Tattoos, Tattooed Stiles Stilinski, Slow Burn, Flashbacks, Soulmates, Canon-Typical Violence, Pack Dynamics, Derek Hale is Stiles Stilinski's Anchor, Alpha Derek, Good Alpha Scott McCall, Everyone Is Alive, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Season 3A rewrite, Future Fic

Stiles gains magical abilities he never knew he had while battling the Darach all while slowly falling in love with the person he least expected, Derek Hale. After the pack defeats her, Derek leaves Beacon Hills—and Stiles—behind. A few years later, there's a new big bad the pack is struggling to defeat. The only thing their alpha can think to do is call on the one person who can truly bind Stiles' powers and complete their pack.

Derek saunters back into Stiles' life as if he never left and the past seems to surge to the forefront of Stiles' mind.

Created as part of the Sterek Big Bang 2021 @twsterekbigbang

[christinesficrecs]

A big, HUGE thank you to all the writers and readers that keep this blog going! I love you all!! I hope everyone survived the craziness of 2020. 💜Here is a short list of great sterek fics written in 2020. You can find the previous years on the tag page here. 

The Werewolf Companion by MargaretKire | 64.5K | Explicit

Boys Like You by reillyblack | 46.7K | Explicit

And The Moon Shined A Little Brighter by LuneFaitLaFolie | 17.9K

A Werewolf Walks Into A Bar by Pdxtrent | 6.5K

a lion among them by unpossible | 61.9K | Mature

Boyfriend Duty by DiscontentedWinter | 4.6K

It's (Not) a Cult by lhr111 | 56K | Explicit

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My Moon, My Stars by LuneFaitLaFolie | 12.5K

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[princecharmingwinks]

Sterek Fic Rec - February 2021. Ah the month of love! And what better way to spend the second month of the year than to read about our two adorable dorks. Enjoy another list of fanfiction recommendations!

It's A Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes by fairytalesandfolklore (1/1 | 1,825 | Teen)

For a while, there's a whole lot of nothing, just the sound of water splashing against tile, the scent of Stiles's Old Spice body wash wafting in the summer air, and— Wait. Is that…is Stiles singing Taylor Swift? Derek tilts his head to the side, catching sight of what is unmistakably Stiles's silhouette framed in the open window, towel wrapped around his waist, using a hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and belting out what Derek is 99% sure is the song Love Story by Taylor Swift.

Derek Hale Is Not Romantic by ash_mcj (1/1 | 3,507 | Teen)

Derek Hale is not romantic. He’s not. Sure, he cares about Stiles...he guesses he has changed a little as a side effect of dating the guy. But he has not become, and will never become, one of those stupid romantic boyfriends.

[or: Derek (and his pack) realize that he has totally become a hopelessly romantic boyfriend]

(For~ Sterek Valentine Week 2021; Day 1: Hopeless Romantic)

I Know You by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemilyj) (1/1 | 1,733 | General)

“I thought I’d find you here,” Derek said, placing a gentle kiss on Stiles’ temple. He could barely feel Derek’s lips through the thick hair he had let grow during his senior year. He was never expecting to rid himself of his signature buzz cut, but it wasn’t exactly a priority when battling the danger they so often faced.

“Am I that obvious?” Stiles asked.

“To me,” Derek said simply, squeezing Stiles’ shoulder.

Shirt Thief by allourheroes (1/1 | 4,113 | General)

Derek's wardrobe has changed...which wouldn't be such a big deal if he wasn't wearing Stiles's shirt. What the hell?

In which Derek is a thief, witches are basically unimportant background characters, and Malia is the only one who understands what's up.

i got you on my mind by nicotinedaydream (1/1 | 1,263 | Teen)

"Are you Stiles?"

Stiles groans. He admits it is fairly immature, but fuck it. He hates his life right now. He wishes everyone would just go away.

"No. I'm not. I'm 'Leave Me Alone'," he gripes, pulling at his hair aggressively. He hears the person snort. He looks up, nostrils flaring. "Seriously, dude. Leave me the fuck alo—"

His brain just—stops. Warranted, it never does that. But this stranger is beyond-this-universe level of hot.

Dark black hair, light yet murky grey-green-brown-blue (what the fuck???) eyes, jawline that could give him a paper cut if he touched it, and bulging arm muscles under the tight-knitted maroon sweater the guy is wearing.

He coughs, swallows, tries to not make a fool of himself. "Actually, yes. I am Stiles. How may I service you—fuck! I mean, how may I be of service?" He face-palms. Epic. Fail.

Happy Birthday To Me by clottedcreamfudge (1/1 | 10,819 | Mature)

"Hi there, and welcome to Full Moon Jewellery. Thanks for browsing! I’m a designer based in California whose only dream in life is to get through art school without having to sell off my organs - which, by the way, is still on the table. You need a kidney? Let me know in your personalisation request, and I’m sure we can work something out. Guy’s gotta have that dollar to buy curly fries."

It's Laura's 30th birthday and Derek sucks at buying gifts. Then he stumbles across 'Full Moon Jewellery', an Etsy store run by an art student who has strange ideas about nutrition, and whose enthusiasm for his new commission is actually kind of adorable.

In which the whole pack wants Derek to get a life, and Derek just wants some peace.

(But not really)

If The World Was Ending by spaceprincessem (1/1 | 2,315 | General)

Derek swallowed the lump in his throat. “If the world was ending,” he started, eyes fluttering open to meet Stiles’ doe brown ones, “I would find you and tell you-”

He broke off, biting down on his tongue hard. He felt Stiles’ fingers trace over cheeks, thumb brushing softly against his bottom lip.

“And if the world wasn’t ending?” Stiles asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Give you that thing you can't even imagine by LunaCanisLupus_22 (1/1 | 10,999 | Explicit)

The omegas came out onto the stage next, and Derek did his best to smile and shake hands with enough polite distance as possible, to avoid giving the impressionable ones ideas.

Or the one where mateless Derek thinks no omega can affect him like they do other alphas and he's about to find out he's very, very wrong.

the other shoe by stilinskisparkles (1/1 | 4,633 | Teen)

They’re lounging on Derek’s bed one afternoon, Stiles halfheartedly trying to make headway on an essay, and Derek’s supposedly helping. Instead, Derek’s spent the last eight minutes mouthing lazily at Stiles’ shoulder, and Stiles is five seconds from giving up completely.

How Do You Solve a Problem Like Stiles? by LadyMerlin (1/1 | 1,955 | Teen)

The problem with Stiles is that he absolutely totally 100% thinks he's hilarious.

It's not so much a problem as it is... No, it's a problem.

Because he really isn't, except maybe when he snorts milk out of his nose, or when he mimics Coach Finstock perfectly, or when he goes to Deaton's to play in the puppy pens and ends up with the same grumpy Pomeranian chewing his hair each time. But that's entirely besides the point.

Nothing about the way Stiles is fellating that Popsicle is funny. Nothing.

princecharmingwinks special mentions (this fic has badass Stiles with magical glowing tattoos and is sooo well written. the feels!!!)

Beltane by DevilDoll (1/1 | 8,254 | Explicit)

"Watching Stiles heal someone has always been a little uncomfortable for Derek, like he's seeing something intimate and private that shouldn't have an audience. That's nothing compared to how it feels." This is an AU in which Stiles has magical healing powers.

It appears I was mostly in the fluffy mood this month (not a lot of smut - oh dear! I’ll have to include some more E rated next time hehe). Hope you enjoy this fics. Remember to leave kudos and comments. <3 

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Firstly, thank you for keeping my Sterek obsession fed and watered all this time- you are the best!

Secondly, I have searched tags and can’t quite find what I’m looking for:

I am obsessed with fics where Stiles is developing magic ability but finds out he gets a huge power boost from Derek (maybe tied to Hale territory and the like) - that ultimately makes them an unstoppable force. Derek getting hurt then healed by Stiles always a plus. Do you know of any in this particular vein?

You are so welcome! And thanks to @kevaaronday because she did all the work for this list.

light a spark by raisesomehale (8/15 | 30,778 | Teen | Sterek) “It’s not” - Derek cuts off as quickly as he starts, teeth gritting with frustration - “It’s not like the others it’s… There’s a reason I came to your house last.”

Stiles’ eyebrows raise. This is hands down the weirdest Derek has ever acted around him, and it’s making him curious. 

“And that reason being…?” He rolls the sleeves of his flannel up to his elbows and leans against his desk to start untying his shoes.

“I need” - Derek grits through clenched teeth - “Your help.”

Stiles just blinks at him, shoes in his hands. “That was excruciating to witness, just so you know.”

Teen Witch by Mr_Bilinski (9/? | 29,956 | Mature | Sterek) After the Nogitsune possession, a bit of the darkness remains, unseen by the Pack. Due to his connection to the Nemeton and having been possessed, Stiles finds himself more on the "super" end of the natural/supernatural spectrum. With power unseen by any before, who can hold Stiles in check? Will the darkness and the seemingly unlimited potential of what his powers could do corrupt Stiles or will he heed the infamous words of Uncle Ben?

Canon compliant up through the end of season 4. Some elements from later seasons will be incorporated with some twists.

The Spark of a Wolf by WolfMadeFromAsh (9/9 | 24,540 | Teen | Sterek) Stiles is a Spark.

WTF does that even mean? Other than the fact that he needs an anchor to maintain control and that anchor is a shapeshifter, he has no idea. It seems that everyone around him is figuring things out before him and no one is thinking about cluing him in. His best friends act as if he's not right in front of them and Derek Hale is the most reliable person in his life right now.

What the hell?

Of Mischief and Trickery by GrimReaperlover11 (14/? | 24,258 | Teen | Sterek) A fight with a witch ends in a big secret regarding Stiels' parentage being brought into the light.

a leak of light in a blue town like this by sikenlore (1/1 | 21,153 | Mature | Sterek) stiles spent the summer of his freshman year of college practically living at derek and cora’s cozy, three bedroom a-frame. he carved a space for himself in their house, in their lives.

(snippets of moments in the lives of the beacon hills pack, or more specifically, in the lives of stiles and derek, the pack emissary and the alpha.)

Born Out of Magic by sparkandwolf (4/4 | 20,850 | Teen | Sterek) “I’ve—we’ve—kept this town safe ever since we were teenagers without the help of—” Stiles couldn’t bring himself to say his name, not yet. 

“It was only a matter of time, you know?” Scott said, his voice clearly sympathetic. 

“Why are you all just standing around?” The voice was like ice through Stiles’ spine. As much as he wanted to run or to lash out at the person he thought he disliked most in the world, he froze in place like a coward. 

Even as the most powerful mage on his side of the country, he was still powerless against Derek Hale.

Or, Stiles gains magical abilities he never knew he had while battling the Darach all while slowly falling in love with the person he least expected, Derek Hale. After the pack defeats her, Derek leaves Beacon Hills—and Stiles—behind. A few years later, there's a new big bad the pack is struggling to defeat. The only thing their alpha can think to do is call on the one person who can truly bind Stiles' powers and complete their pack. 

Derek saunters back into Stiles' life as if he never left and the past seems to surge to the forefront of Stiles' mind.

Mage: Gajos by DaoOfGay (2/? | 12.472 | Explicit | Sterek) "These are the Gajos." The book whispered in delight, his voice broke in a near maniacal villain laughter before it awkwardly coughed. "Many Gajos placed their knowledge in me, in hopes of making the future generations as powerful as they were- I have the knowledge of every single Gajos that has ever lived... Including you, Mieczslaw Genim Stilinski, or should i say- Vklay Klein Gajos."

"Wait, what?" 

X-x-X

A.k.a: Stiles finds out he's from a powerful Magic family and royalty as well.

It's a little rushed.

Also cringe, but cringe culture's dead- Embrace second hand embarrassment

5 times that Stiles saved Derek and the pack, an one time they saved his life by Sivan325 (1/1 | 5,080 | Teen | Sterek) Stiles and Derek were a co-alpha to the Hale pack, and Stiles was over the moon. He enjoyed his role and was delighted that his spark gave him the power and being the alpha.

Also written for Teen Wolf Bingo - Creature AU

Heart Spark by DaoOfGay (1/? | 4,183 | Explicit | Sterek) "He's more than a simple spark, Derek-" Peter smiled softly as he held the sleeping Stiles on his arms, the entire pack either asleep or almost asleep around them: "-He's a Divine Spark of Hestia, a spark directly from the flames of the Heart, he was born to be protective, motherly, born to be a healer and to have a large family... And, of course, with the ability of providing the means of having said family."

A little shocked by his Mate's divine powers, Derek whispered a little confused: "...what?"

"Pregnant, Derek." Peter ignored how half of the entire pack just froze and stared at Stiles with shock: "He can get pregnant- In fact, he already is."

Oh. That's why everybody has been so overprotective of him recently.

"Oh."

X-x-X

Or; The one where Stiles gets a pack and Derek gets the love and happiness he deserves.

[sourmiguel]

When Your Teachers Have No Chill by @alwaysagaything (wc4314, explicit)

Summary: Derek's not his boyfriend, but sometimes it feels like he should be.

Fluffy (then smutty) one shot. I mean, Teacher AU, mutual pining, just general goodness. A must read.

*Double Rec Incoming!* - Two short fics for the price of one!

High Chair 'Verse by @sparkandwolf (wc4829, general)

Summary: Stiles knew he was supposed to be impressed but he really just couldn’t wait for this date to be over. He was grateful when they were seated because over Chad’s shoulder was the cutie from before happily sipping on a milkshake. The kid waved the minute he saw Stiles, flinging his oversized straw wildly, bits of strawberry ice cream landing on the table in front of him and the floor. Stiles couldn’t help but laugh, covering it with a cough when Chad glared over at him.

Such a wonderful little meet-cute fic, with Single Dad Derek (swoon) and Stiles trying to save a bad date

*TRIPLE Rec Incoming!* - THREE short fics for the price of one!

five times Derek and Stiles weren't actually boyfriends (and one time they were) by @halffizzbin (wc2862, teen)

Summary: In which Derek and Stiles are essentially a married couple. Except they're not actually dating.

Can't handle the cute in this 5+1.

[letmebehonest]

Thank you for asking this @carifusaga!

Thank you for writing this @sparkandwolf!!

But...

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!?!?! OH MY HEART!!!

Em can selfishly ask for Void antagonizing Derek over Stiles 🥺🥺 i promise I will continue to love and cherish u more than I already do 🥺🥺💝

“Oh, now this one,” Stiles says, twirling his finger in Derek’s direction. Derek has to remind himself that this isn’t Stiles, it’s the Void that took him over, the thing inside of him that is a master of tricks. This isn’t his Stiles. 

But, God, it looked like him. It sounded like him. It looked at Derek the way he had always wished Stiles looked at him. And he tries his hardest to push it aside, but the hunger in Void’s eyes has his heart leaping in his chest. 

“This one is special, isn’t he, Stiles?” Void teases. Derek knows he should flash his eyes, although they don’t hold the same power they once did, or growl, or even let his fangs graze over his lips. But Stiles-- Void’s, hand was on his chest, his fingers walking a gentle line down his sternum and it was all Derek had ever wanted. 

“Don’t talk to him like that,” Derek says weakly, the fire that he tries to lace his tone with lost among the emotions flooding through him. Void laughs and it’s music and cacophony to Derek’s oversensitive ears. His hands tremble at his sides, wanting to block the horrid noise but knowing one wrong move and Void will know he has won. 

Another laugh chimes and Derek resists the urge to fall to his knees and sob. “Derek Hale,” Void tuts, “he loves you, you know?” Void mutters and Derek sees his maniacal grin before he presses his eyes closed. He can’t see Stiles this way, it might break him. 

“Why are you doing this?” Derek asks because he doesn’t know what else to say. 

“It’s just so much fun, Sourwolf,” Void says, venom in his tone as he spits the words out, his breath, the scent of Stiles’ sweet breath, the only thing holding Derek from his collapse. “Stiles is begging me to stop, pleading that I leave you alone. He’s never done that; not even for Scott, when I pushed the Oni’s blade through his stomach or his father, when I tried to get to him.” 

Void stops for a moment and Derek thinks he’s listening to Stiles. He wants to yell, to scream to Stiles that he’s going to get him back, but he has never lied to Stiles before and dammit, he just doesn’t know. 

“Oh,” Void says gleefully, clapping his hands together like a child given his first piece of candy, “he thinks you don’t love him.” Derek’s eyes shoot open, the blue of his beta form uncontrollable as his anger spikes through him. “But he does, Stiles. Look at him, no, don’t close your eyes. See through our eyes, Stiles. See how much this man cares for you. Willing to stand here and take whatever I give him while you rot inside of me.” 

Derek finally breaks, the tether holding in his sanity shattering the second he thinks Stiles might be hurt, and he surges toward Void, a growl echoing through his loft. Void catches him by his throat, the delicate fingers that belong to the man Derek was in love with, rough on the pulse of his neck. Derek isn’t sure he’s ever going to be able to hear Stiles’ laughter again without his stomach churning. 

“I won’t hurt him, my little pet. I wouldn’t dream of making you sad. But a fox loves to play and wouldn’t he be the prettiest little plaything?” Void considers Derek for a moment and before Derek has the time to struggle, his lips are met with the softest he’s ever felt. It’s like lightning strikes through every part of him as Void’s grip lessens and Derek’s feet are back on the ground. He shouldn’t kiss back, he knows he shouldn’t, but if this is the only time he gets to kiss Stiles, he’s going to make it count. 

Derek pulls Void against him, his fingers bruisingly tight on the pale skin of his hips, and Void’s long fingers grip his hair as teeth bite into his bottom lip. Derek shouldn’t moan, he knows he shouldn’t, but Void feels so good against him, as good as he knew Stiles would feel and it’s too much, too much. 

Derek rips himself away from Void, struggling to catch his breath as his heart pounds achingly in his chest. 

“I let Stiles feel that one, feel the way your fingers gripped his waist, the tangles of your hair, taste the bitterness on your tongue. He has wanted this for so long, Derek, and now...” Derek blinks and Void is gone. He drops to his knees, savoring the taste of Stiles on his lips and finally lets his tears fall slowly down his cheeks. 

[when-they-write-stuff]

Who are your fav tw blogs?? You always reblog great stuff

Oh geez, oh gosh, I have so many blogs that I love. I'm gonna list a few but honestly, there are so many amazing more out there (please feel free to add on guys <3).

fanart: @sterekcraptrash @wolfile @teencopandthesourwolf @faevorite-main-blog @tails89 @0hedvig0

fanfic: @spaceprincessem @evanesdust @clotpolesonly @isthatbloodonhisshirt @greyhavenisback @tails89 @msmischief101 @samslave @asterekmess @theproblemwithstardust @gorgeousgreymatter-x @sparkandwolf

general tw blogs: @princecharmingwinks @fanficmakesmehappy @goblinessence @nutellarghh @luvs-sterek @khalesprix @nothingbutsterek @oopslookslikeishipgaystwin @wheredidhiseyebrowsgo (great for finding tw fics) 

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

I was tagged on this by both @sparkandwolf and @funkyracoon, thank you both very much <3<3 

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel (+ time loop) or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

[kitchenisking]

Fic Rec🥰

I Know You by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemryn) - (Rating: G, Words: 1733, sterek)

“I thought I’d find you here,” Derek said, placing a gentle kiss on Stiles’ temple. He could barely feel Derek’s lips through the thick hair he had let grow during his senior year. He was never expecting to rid himself of his signature buzz cut, but it wasn’t exactly a priority when battling the danger they so often faced. 

“Am I that obvious?” Stiles asked. 

“To me,” Derek said simply, squeezing Stiles’ shoulder.

Flowerwolf & Beacon Roots by alisvolatpropiis - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5299, sterek)

Derek tries not to show his surprise, curiously hopeful, but still suspicious of Laura’s involvement. “Oh. How do you know my coffee order then?”

He grins. “The cute baristo knows your order, dude. All I had to do was ask for Grumpy Flower Guy’s usual.”

Derek huffs. “I’m not grumpy.”

“He says grumpily,” Stiles smirks, winking.

The sound of his own laughter surprises Derek, so yeah, okay, maybe Stiles has a point.

“Laura said that you weren’t really into dating,” Stiles goes on, “but that uh, you uh, well you know.” Stiles’ cheeks flush a very pretty ruddy pink under the scatter of beauty marks that Derek aches to taste. Stiles turns away, towards the cooler of roses, muttering to himself under his breath, which of course Derek can hear perfectly well. “Great freakin’ advice, Lydia, ‘just bring up sex and tell him you’re cool with having a one night stand,’ okay, sure, that worked fucking beautifully.”

“Okay.” The word is out of his mouth before Derek can even think about the consequences of saying it, something unusual for him. He wants Stiles however he can get him, it seems.

“Okay?” Stiles eyes are wide when he spins back to look at him.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s have sex.”

How long have I been on the hunt for you? byLunaCanisLupus_22 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 20379, sterek)

“Well I guess accidental kidnapping is not so bad then,” Scott decided brightly after the others had finished describing their ordeals. “All’s well that ends well, right?”

“HAHA,” Stiles practically shouted, loud and unsettling enough that everyone turned to look at him. “I mean, yep. For. Sure.”

Or the one when Scott gets kidnapped by a witch who blasts Stiles and Derek with a sex spell to keep them distracted (and it's extremely effective).

Poetry in the Raw by Jmeelee  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5509, sterek)

Derek answers his phone on the second ring.  “What.” No inflection whatsoever.  

“Does the ‘S’ in your middle name stand for Sexy?”

Silence.  Then, “Stiles.”  Still no inflection.  

“I doubt it stands for Stiles, dude.  There can only be one,” he answers in a kick-ass impersonation of The Kurgan.  “But tell me it isn’t, like, Sawyer or Skylar or something equally new-age and white-boy contemporary.”

“How did you get my number?”

OR: 5 times Stiles guesses Derek's middle name +1 time he knows.

Undercover Powercouple by fantasybean - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 42212, sterek)

Stiles and Derek both have their own thriving Youtube vlogging careers, but they keep them seperate. Little do their fans know, the two have been living together, sleeping together, and dating each other in secret! But how long till they get exposed?

Five Times Stiles Woke Up In Derek’s Bed Unexpectedly, And the One Time It Was On Purpose by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) -( Rating: T, Words: 20933, sterek)

Rule one of kidnapping Stiles Stilinski: he is required to be entertained. 

Not that he got kidnapped a lot! 

Or... not like, all the time, at any rate. His being kidnapped seemed to have increased lately, but he attributed that to being distracted more often than usual because of school. Sure, he’d had high school to contend with back in the day, but high school was less demanding than university. He always watched movies where people were out partying it up or solving crime or having huge campus-wide mass murders or whatever and all Stiles wanted to know was where they found the time. 

To be fair, most of them didn’t have the Supernatural breathing down their neck, or a pack constantly coming to them for advice. Like he was the poster child of good decisions, who was dumb enough to believe that? His best friend was a Werewolf because of all his so-called ‘good decisions.’

Step into the daylight (and let it go) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 14418, sterek)

Stiles is a grad student with serious insomnia. So when he sees a stranger in need of help, he thinks it’ll be a good way to alleviate the boredom. How the hell was he supposed to know that the weird guy with the baseball cap was a famous actor (and a fucking werewolf)? He just keeps running into the guy. Coincidence? Stiles thinks not.

I Used to Call You My Own by whentheywrite - (Rating: T, Words: 2571, sterek)

“Hi, yes, this is Stiles Stilinski, but I’m not at the phone right now! Please leave a message or call back later and I’ll debate not letting the phone ring. Social anxiety, dude, don’t judge me for it.”

Derek needed Stiles. He needed to talk to Stiles.

One last time.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 196137, sterek)

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!” 

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her. 

“What?! What was that sound?!” 

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder. 

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!” 

“Mike,” she argued. 

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

The Kenny Situation by Whispering_Sumire - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10014, sterek)

He hears the grate of Erica sliding the window open, hears her call after the homeless man, muttering far off now, "Hey! You killed Stiles!"

She sounds vaguely annoyed more than anything.

Derek wants to howl with the agony he's in.

"You bastard!" Isaac chimes from somewhere deeper in the Loft.

Derek feels sick.

He rocks the body in his arms, holds the hand in his over the wound, shakes with sobs he doesn't let free, and wonders how this was the thing who got the boy who runs with wolves? How was it just another meaningless act of violence? How is that fair?

Why doesn't anyone seem to care?

[Or: The one where Stiles gets cursed by witches, keeps dying and coming back to life, and the only one even vaguely cognizant of this is Derek.]