#stiles stilisnki angst

[lihhelsing]

shit I scrolled too much on my own page and now I'm having sterek feelings again is this never going to stop?

[anxiousstark]

S1 02.2 | Heart Monitor

MASTERLIST

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 1350

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, swearing (always).

A/N: This chapter is kind of short and doesn’t have too much excitment. But this is a slow-burn story, and it will slowly lead to Y/N’s life and what is happening to her. Next week I will do a DOUBLE UPDATE!

"Do you have your keys?" Stiles asked Scott. It seemed like he had a plan to help him repress his anger. I simply followed them,+ because Stiles claimed that I was going to assist them. "Perfect. Hold 'em up like so. Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison." He glanced at me. "Oh, between, Allison is your bro-...Scott's girlfriend." He turned back to the enraged boy after beaming at me. "Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?"

Stiles let a puff of air come out of his mouth as he was pretty anxious. He grasped my wrist, forcing me to walk next to him. "What are you doing?" I whispered, but he shushed me. He took his keys out, slicing the side of a truck that was parked. "Oh my god, Stiles what the fuck are you doing?" I murmured while clenching my hand over the arm that was softly holding my wrist. But he shushed me again, walking away from the truck while pulling me with him.

"Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?" Stiles yelled at Scott, a group of guys spun around, walking towards McCall. Great, they were the owners of the truck.

Scott stood there, and the only thing he thought was to hide his keys behind his back. One of the guys went even closer to him, connecting his fist with Scott's face.

I gasped and hid my head behind Stiles' arm. "Ow! My God. Wow." His hand left my wrist, slipping into my hand and grabbing it. Scott was getting beat and of course, his heart was going even faster. But a couple of seconds later, he was able to control it, and Stiles smiled at me victoriously.

Mr. Harris got Stiles, Scott, and me into detention. This was only my first day, which made me feel like I would get into a lot of trouble with these two. Both of them got sentimental during detention and fixed whatever had happened between their friendship. I stupidly smiled while admiring the loyalty between both.

After detention, Stiles drove Scott to a vet clinic. I got to know that he was working there to get some extra money, and after dropping him off, he dropped me off at the McCall household.

When I went inside, I noticed that everything was quite silent, and went I went to grab something to drink, I saw a little note on the fridge where Melissa was letting us know that she had to work late that night.

"That woman works a lot," I murmured while drinking ice-cold water. I grabbed my backpack, going up the stairs to go to my bedroom, letting it fall on the floor and taking my jacket off. I threw myself on the bed, the exhaustion took over my body. In seconds, I fell asleep.

And again, when I woke up, it seemed like I was going to be in trouble because of the same two boys. They made me go with them to school, at night. Of course, Scott said that I didn't have to go, and I agreed with him for the first time. But Stiles replied that I was new to Beacon Hills, I seemed like a cool girl, and that Scott should give me an opportunity and get to know me.

"What are we doing here?" I interrupted their conversation while getting out of the car.

"Just don't ask," Scott replied without glancing at me. He is so nice. A car pulled over next to us. "Where's my boss?" He asked while a broad guy was getting out of a car.

He was towering us, well-built, and to be honest, he was hot. Beautiful dark hair on top of his head and appealing eyes. "He's in the back."

Stiles and Scott moved to the back of the smoking hot man's car. I followed them while my eyes were still on the strange guy. But when I eventually gazed at the back of the car, I faced a black man with tape over his mouth. "What the fuck is this?" I stared at the three of them. "Sir, oh my god. Are you okay?"

"You will understand later," Stiles answered. 

"I told you we shouldn't have brought her." Scott murmured back at his friend.

"I asked him to bring her." The stranger was studying me. I unconsciously touched my hair, trying to fix it. Was my hair looking good? My dear step-brother looked between the stranger, whose name seemed to be Derek, and me. "She needs to be here." He replied without giving more knowledge. We were all confused.

I walked with both boys into the school.

"Okay, one question. What are you gonna do if the Alpha doesn't show up?" Stiles asked. I peered at him utterly confused, and he waved it off like 'you aren't going to understand anyway. At least not right now.'

"I don't know."

"And what are you gonna do if he does show up?"

"I don't know."

"Good plan." He sneeringly answered.

They started talking about howls, wolves, and packs. Was this some type of game? Like D&D?

Scott breathed profoundly as he got closer to the microphone. Stiles and I almost fell to the floor when Scott tried to howl at the microphone. "Oh my god, we should have recorded that." I clutched onto Stiles, he was wiping the tears that were running down his cheeks from laughing so much.

Scott glared at us, but we could see the redness on his cheeks. "Stop laughing! Well, what did it sound like to you?"

"Like a cat being choked to death, Scott." He was able to speak while still laughing. Scott pouted a little, and for the first time, I felt sorry for laughing at him. "Hey, hey. Listen to me. You're calling the Alpha. All right? Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf. Be a werewolf. Do it." He massaged Scott's shoulders.

A teen wolf? This must be some type of game, for sure. Scott howled. This time he didn't sound like a cat dying. He sounded like a wolf, and my mind tried to comprehend what the fuck was going on.

When we went outside, Derek was pretty mad. "I'm gonna kill both of you. What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?" He pointed at Scott. At least, he didn't want to kill me. He looked like he could break your neck with his own hands.

"Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud." He seemed satisfied with what he had done. Was this part of a stupid prank or something? "Yeah, it was loud." Stiles nodded, and then his voice was high-pitched. "And it was AWESOME!"

"Shut up!" He took a step closer to Stiles, and for some reason, I put my hand out and shoved Stiles behind me. I could feel him looking at me from behind. I avoided his gaze.

"Don't be such a sour wolf."

"Okay." I decided to talk. "Can someone tell me what is going on? Is this some type of game? Like...I don't know. A roleplay or something?"

Scott rolled his eyes, pointing at the car. "What'd you do with him?"

"What? I didn't do anything." He turned around to look at the direction of his car. The door was open, and Scott's boss wasn't there anymore. Was he also part of this crazy game?

Then, Derek started to spit blood, he was elevated in the air by something. When I focused my gaze I saw a big beast. Okay, this wasn't a hoax anymore, right?

"W-what?" Both boys grabbed my hands and started running inside the school. They told me to step back while they held the doors closed. Stiles told me to sit on the floor so whatever THAT was wouldn't see me in the window. "What is going on?" I whispered. Searching for an answer in a pair of hazel eyes. "What the fuck is going on?"

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[sparkwhorunswithwolves]

Sheriff Stilinski offering (read: kidnap-adopting him) Derek to stay in their guest bedroom during/after season 1 when he find out he's staying at his old house has so much potential for both hale/stilinski family angst and great passive aggressive comedy and please someone write a fic.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi beautiful people! Can I ask if you have some kid!Stiles fics? No pairing is okay but Sterek pairing is better. I’m just in the mood with some Stiles a-burst-of-sunshine Stilinski

Of course! -Letta

Balloons and a Pretzel by Lonelyirises

(1/1 | 548 | Gen | Sterek)

He expected high-pitched wailing because kids are stupid and carnivals suck (What do 12 year olds do at a carnival anyway mom! Derek dear, it is a best place to make new friends. Yep, they suck.)

Staying Close by hazelNuts

(1/1 | 978 | Gen | Sterek)

Stiles helps Derek find his mom when he loses her at the zoo.

The boy is standing by the wolf habitat. Stiles thinks he recognizes him from school, but he’s not in Stiles’ grade. Maybe in the grade above him? Which means the boy is probably already ten years old.The boy’s looks stiff. His hands are balled into fists by his side and his head is swivelling from side to side, scanning the area again and again with wide eyes.

For SWN Summer Bingo prompt: Day at the Zoo

Batman vs. Gorilla by Siriusstuff

(1/1 | 1,024 | Gen | Sterek)

A few moments with kid!Stiles and kid!Derek (and other kids) in kindergarten.

No One Ever Wants to be Robin. Unless… by FrozenVoid

(1/1 | 1,116 | Gen | Sterek)

When Stiles was a kid teenage Derek saved him from being run over by a speeding car. Stiles saw how inhumanly strong and fast Derek was and since Stiles is so into superhero comics he becomes convinced that Derek is some kind of superhero. So Stiles starts following him around. Because every Batman needs a Robin

Like a Baby Duck by ALoza

(1/1 | 1,300 | NR | Sterek)

Derek hoists Stiles to his feet, and the six-year-old topples forward into the ten-year-old’s chest. He grunts and wipes at his cheek.

“Sorry,” Derek blurts, eyes wide with worry, as he steadies him.

Stiles smiles and shrugs, “‘s okay.”

Derek smiles back and crosses his arms, “Okay, you have to be the prince and I’ll be the knight that has to rescue you, okay?”

Stiles nods, “Okay.”

“Go to sleep in the treehouse and when I kiss you, you have to wake up,” Derek instructs.

And We Were Birds by ashley_ingenious

(1/1 | 1,355 | Gen | Sterek)

The kid hadn’t stopped talking since he’d walked into the door and introduced himself. Stiles something or other. And Stiles was a weird name, but Derek didn’t have time to think about it, because he was enraptured by the story that was spilling out before him at a mile a minute.

It starts with a kid that won’t shut up and ends with best friends. Somehow.

Playground Boyfriends by ElladoraRedbeard

(1/1 | 1,747 | Gen | Sterek)

Stiles and Derek meet when they’re 5 and 8, respectively, in an indoor playground.

Mothers always know by Alba55

(2/2 | 2,013 | Gen | Sterek)

“Mieczyslaw, what are you doing?”“Drawing my new best friend” he simply answered, making a face.“He doesn’t look like Scott, who’s this, sweetheart?” Claudia approached his son, who was on the dining room table, looking at the papers and crayons splattered all over the whole table. Stiles looked away from his drawings to met his mother’s eyes.“That’s because it’s not Scott, mommy” Stiles giggled. “It’s Wolfie” he whispered as he turned back to his drawing.

Rule Number One by inhystereks 

(1/1 | 2,133 | Gen | Sterek)

Stiles would love Batman unil the day he died, but he definitely had more of a Captain America mindset when it came to bullies. His father had told him to be good, so he definitely knew it would be okay to step in if it meant keeping some other kid from being teased.

Of First Names and Lunch Breaks by frozenorange

(2/2 | 3,133 | Gen | Sterek)

His mom had told him that the best way to dissuade a bully is by ignoring him. Stiles finds out that the best way to dissuade a bully is Derek Hale.

Way More Than Five Times Claudia Was A Real Person (Not Just An Excuse For Tears) by alexscat

(1/1 | 4,182 | Teen | No Pairing)

Claudia is many things: former vegetarian, college graduate, gardener, small business owner, competent home cook, Polish speaker (kind of), potty mouth (definitely), girl geek, wife of a hot deputy, and mother of a ridiculous(ly adorable) son.

Oh, and not dead.

Miles by deanlosechester

(1/1 | 5,246 | Teen | Sterek)

Derek was five years old when he first met Stiles Stilinski.

[lavender-lotion]

WYIB Chp. Two - It'll Be Okay | 3,188k

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A sad night for Stiles, followed by a healthy does of Stilinski hugs to make it all better! A little bit of John’s POV and, a surprise from our favorite creeper wolf!

That night Stiles goes home feeling more alone than he has since his father fell into a bottle.

And, it isn’t true. He knows he’s not nearly as alone as he was then - reeling from the loss of his mother and dealing with the abandonment of his father. It was worse then. But it’s easy to compare the hollow feeling in his chest, how tight his ribcage feels - like there’s no way he could possibly contain so much hurt. It still feels like heartbreak.

It’s better when he thinks about his dad. Stiles has him again, has his father firmly in his corner and knows the man isn’t going anywhere. It’s refreshing to be so sure about their relationship after the last year. He was so sure he would loose the man by telling him, but all telling his dad has done was bring them even closer together. Their relationship is once again a foundation of trust, of honesty and it’s perhaps stronger than it has ever been.

There is Peter, too. Stiles was still a little surprised that the wolf was so kind to him, that the man accepted his research without question - not to mention the compliments he has been paid. He hasn’t been around much since Peter came back, in fact has only seen the main a handful of times around town since he resurrected himself.

But Stiles thinks about the way Peter was sitting in the loft, blatantly away from everyone else, and it wasn’t like anybody was making an effort to get him closer. The man may honestly be just as lonely. Stiles isn’t sure about Derek, but he knows Scott - and in turn the rest of the teenaged wolves - wouldn’t be quick to forgive.

Even knowing he has the two men in his corner don't drive out how empty he feels, like something inside of him has been stolen away. It  - it was probably the barely there pack bonds he used to have, and although he never noticed them when he had them, he was surely noticing the absence of them.

It - it hurt, left him gasping for breath where he curled up on his bed, immediately cocooned in his blankets. He didn’t bother getting undressed, just fell onto his bed and rolled the blankets tight around his body before curling up, letting himself weep. He felt helpless and weak, tiny and small and beyond insignificant. He couldn’t - couldn't pretend that he and Scott were fine anymore, not after tonight.

He cried until he fell asleep, letting himself get all that he had pushed away for so long come to the surface. He cried for the pack that no longer cared for him, maybe never cared for him. It was a familiar feeling, one he remembers from when he was thirteen and his father was at work again, and he had to make dinner for himself again, and put himself to bed again. He feels like he did when it had been so long since his father last hugged him he could no longer remember the last time it happened had been.

Stiles cried for the friends he thought he had, but for himself, too. Not a day has gone by that he has forgotten what Gerard took from him in the name of the pack, that he has forgotten what he lost. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget and the pack doesn’t even know - have no idea how much Stiles truly gave for them.

He - he is no longer untouched, no longer clean. He feels dirty, sullied by what the man did, by what he took.

And he - he’s not even sure he blames the pack or not. He knows that it would be unfair to do so, especially when he has Gerard to focus his anger on. It’s just, it’s just that they never cared enough to check, never tried to make sure he was okay. It’s that no one came. t’s that Allison was there and know - to some extent - and let it happen. It’s that the man is still alive, and Stiles has no idea how he’s supposed to feel safe knowing that.

But he also doesn’t know what to do about it. He doesn't know what to do without a brother or an Alpha or any friends. So he cried, let himself get out as much of the hurt he was feeling as he could and hope that in the morning he’d be able to breath easier.

Hoped that in the morning, maybe he wouldn't care as much.

When Stiles finally woke, he had one blissful moment in which he was still trying to shake his dream. It had been him and his dad and a Mets game and he woke up still smiling. The grin on his face fell once he was coherent enough to realize he was only wearing one shoe, that his jeans were halfway down his thighs and his eyes still sore from crying.

He stumbled out of his bed - tripping on the comforter and shoving off his jeans. He made it to the washroom but didn’t quite manage to remove his shirt or underwear before stepping under the spray of his shower, chest still feeling too tight to bother undressing. He didn’t - he didn't want to think about it. It was still too fresh, his heart feeling entirely too heavy as he hung his head under the spray.

He can still feel the void where his pack bonds once sat - weak and barely there, but real, and now that they’re gone the loss is jarring. Stiles just feels lucky that he’s a Spark. He couldn’t even imagine what that hollowness would feel if had he been a wolf, or any other kind of pack-orientated were. Couldn't imagine what would have happened if the pack bonds had been stronger, had been more than just fickle things he hardly felt.

It’s the first time he’s been truly thankful for his humanity.

Stiles choked back a sob, letting himself drop in the shower until he was sitting under the stream of water. He pulled off his shirt and one sock, letting the steady thrum of water against the back of his neck lull him into a soft calm. He was hurting, fuck was he hurting. He wasn’t sure how to make it stop, how to lessen the tightness in his chest.

It just hurt, and he knew it was stupid to let a group of people have so much power over him, especially a group who didn’t care for him, who had tossed him aside so carelessly. And before he could talk himself out of it a knock sounded at the door, his father’s soft voice asking if he were alright. It helped to settle him, just a little, to know his dad was right outside the door.

So he held in a whimper, instead standing, wrapping himself in a towel and placing his soaked clothes in the sink. He opened the door slowly, watching as the wall of steam rushed out of the bathroom and towards his father where the man was standing just outside the door. He was in a new uniform, shirt still unbuttoned over his white tank. The man looked tired but had a small smile on his face.

Stiles fell into him.

The first sob was a surprise, because he hadn’t expected to start crying, at least not then. His father just held him close, not even asking what was wrong but offering him support nonetheless. He loved the man for it, for the endless support he had shown since finding about the supernatural. Stiles still has no idea why he ever worried so harshly, how he ever thought his father would be anything other than accepting.

So he let himself cry for another moment, his father smelling like old spice and gun oil and home. It was familiar and beyond comforting, and just the man's scent alone helping to calm him, the soothing circles being rubbed into his back helping to get his breath under control.

Stiles stayed like that longer than he needed to, letting his father's hold bring him comfort. He felt too small, too young. He hadn't needed to be held like this for so long, not since his father stopped drinking and Stiles would have panic attacks about him starting up again, terrified his father would choose to leave him all over.

It was nice, though. His father was warm, still tall enough for Stiles to tuck himself against the man's chest, and if he had to curl his spine a little to place his head under his dad's chin, it was fine. It was about feeling safe, protected. It was exactly what he needed right now, and thankfully his father made no move to stop him.

The Sheriff took it hard. In fact the man was furious, all but shaking in his seat when he heard that his son had been alone on the day of his wife's death. God, if he had known. He never had to worry too much about his son, rather being able to focus on his own grieving on the day. John had always been secure in the knowledge that his son would have Scott, that he would have someone there for him so the man could focus on not drowning his sorrows in liquor. It was easier each year he had been sober, and he was getting better, noticeably so, and yesterday he had even considered coming home from work early - spending the evening with his son.

In the end, he decided against it, knowing that his boy and Scott always curled up together early, Stiles taking something to help him fall asleep and end the day as soon as he could. So hearing this, hearing that his son had been all alone? It had him reaching for his service pistol before he was even fully aware of his actions. He was ready to shoot, to hurt the boy he had considered a second son.

But then to find out that he had not only been forgotten, but had been so carelessly tossed aside had him shaking all over again. He watched his son pour all of himself into research for the pack, ignore his own health, risk it to help those mutts. Watched as his son faded away for months trying to help. Not only was he wearing himself too thin with his research, but John knew how much his magic practice had first taken from the boy.

Not only was Stiles busting his ass in research, contacting other packs and spending hours a night awake and finding out everything he could about this potential threat, but he was pushing himself hard in his training. He was likely pushing himself too far, if the growing darkness under his eyes and the ever increasing hollowness of his cheeks was anything to go by.

It was another thing that Stiles was doing for the pack, something else his boy was doing for those people, people who in the end didn’t even care about his son. John watched for months as Stiles threw away his health, and in the end it had been for nothing.

So really, John was furious. He wanted to do something. He needed to do something, anything to try and right the wrong that was committed against his little boy. Ever since finding out about the supernatural, finding out about how much his boy had been through he’d hated himself. He wasn’t there, wasn’t there for his son again. He left his boy alone, left him to face an entire world that John had never even known about. How was he supposed to deal with something like that?

Hell he was the damn Sheriff, it was his damn job to protect the town and he couldn’t even protect his own family! He had been furious with himself, is still furious with himself over his inability to do his damn job. He’s furious with the pack, with everyone who hurt his son and he is all but bursting with the need to hurt, to act.

But then he looks back at Stiles, at his boy and he’s so close to tears, fighting them off with everything he has that the man crumbles, shoves down his anger and instead pulls the boy close, holds him tight and for a long time, letting each of them gain some semblance of emotional control before letting go.

And then the doorbell rings.

Peter Hale waltzes past Stiles and into his home without so much as a by your leave. The spark isn't exactly sure why that surprises him, since it’s Peter and really one could ask why Peter does anything. Still, Stiles is left looking at the open door with something akin to shock written on his face, hand still fisted around the doorknob from where he had pulled it open just enough for the wolf to slip his way in.

The sound of his dad's laugh shocks him enough that he snaps back to the present, closing the door and slowly making his way down the hall. His dad is leaning against the counter, head thrown back as he chuckles at something the wolf said, the same wolf who seems to be blushing, if the slightest tint high on his cheeks were anything to go by. Stiles decides that seven thirty is far too early to deal with that, and instead zeroes in on the grease stained paper bag sitting on his counter.

“Son, Peter brought coffee and doughnuts,” His dad tells him, the man still smiling and yep, that is totally a blush on Peter’s face.

“I didn’t realize you two knew each other?” Stiles asks, subtly trying to pry while grabbing his coffee. If the glare Peter’s throws his way is anything to go by, he isn’t being subtle.

“Oh we do,” His dad says, grabbing the bag of greasy doughnuts before Stiles can steal them away, “When I was just a deputy and Peter was in his teens, and he used to get in a lot of trouble.”

“Oh now, now, I would hardly say a lot of trouble,” The man draws, flashing a smile to John, “None of the charges ever stuck, after all.”

Which, for some reason makes his dad blush, and that’s about all Stiles can take. He crosses his arms and turns to Peter head on, looking as unamused as he possibly can while asking, “What are you doing here, Peter?”

“Well I came by to check on you,” He answers, continuing at the quirk of Stiles’ brow, “No, really. You are the closest thing I have to pack, Stiles, and I intend to make sure our bond stays strong.”

Stiles calms at that, sending the man a small smile and taking the offered coffee, moaning at the sweetness of his usual order, “I also wanted to compliment your work, Stiles. Your research was wonderful, and I can only imagine how much you went through to get it.”

Stiles flushes at that, grinning happily even as his dad mutters ‘far too much’. He sends the man a glare, because yeah, now he knows that he put way too much energy into a pack that didn’t deserve it, but that doesn’t mean he felt like that at the time and his father's ‘subtle’ digs are really only just bringing up the hurt feelings that Stiles is trying to ignore. He settles at the islands counter, sitting in the bar stool next to Peter.

“How did you get all of it?” The wolf asks, and Stiles just sighs at first.

“Let’s just say it was a lot of fucking work,” Stiles mutters, letting his spark hum under his skin, pulling it a little closer to the surface, sucking up the comfort that the action brings, “I have contacted so many packs I couldn’t even tell you the number. I have no idea how many Alpha’s I have spoken to in the last month. I took everything they told me, cross checked everything and put it all together. If a certain piece of information didn’t check out at least three times I didn’t trust it.”

Peter nods, his eyebrows drawn together as he considers, “Alright, but there is information in there that werewolves wouldn’t have. There are four pages detailing how the wolves fight in such bland, technical terms that there is no way the information could have came from a wolf.”

“I didn’t just talk to wolves,” Stiles mutters, breathing out, “I talked to hunters, other supernaturals. Not only that, but I also talked to a few Witches, got in contact with some old and established covens.”

“Wait, what’s this about other witches? I thought you said letting anyone know about your magic could be dangerous?” John asks, leaning forward on the counter and raising a brow.

“Yeah, and I didn’t. C’mon dad, you didn’t think I was selling so many extra essays for lunch money?”

“Stiles, did yo-”

“Did you buy information from a Witch coven?” Peter all but screeches, reeling back in his chair as if the topic actually burns him. And really, all Stiles can do is nod.

He knows it could have been bad, alright. He’s read books and heard stories about Witch covens. They aren’t exactly - nice. They don’t do favours, they don't help out. Hell, often times they don’t even communicate with the supernatural community as a whole. Witches are often incredibly solitary beings, always on their own, save for their coven.

And then there’s covens themselves. Not things to get mixed up with, that’s for damn sure. They’re dangerous and selfish and are usually just about power. Witches on their own, usually no problem. Witches in a coven, watch the fuck out.

“You, my dear boy, are wonderfully reckless,” Peter says, squeezing the back of the boy’s neck before sipping his coffee, “I am absolutely impressed.”

Stiles smiles slightly, flushing a little under the praise, still grinning when he catches the time. If he doesn’t head for school soon he'll be late, and he’s not about to show any bit of weakness to his old pack. So instead he bounces to his seat, stealing the greasy bag of doughnuts from in front of his dad as he presses a kiss to the man's cheek, stopping at Peter and letting the wolf rub his chin against Stiles neck, Stiles nuzzling the top of Peter’s head in response.

Reluctantly he walks out of the house, leaving his dad alone with Peter to continue their, reminiscing - since apparently they’re old friends? With an incredibly put upon sigh, one that Peter surely would have been able to hear all the way inside, Stiles climbs into the front seat of his jeep, letting his head rest on the steering wheel for a moment. He was fine, he could do this. If the pack didn’t want him anymore, then fuck them.

Throwing his jeep in reverse, Stiles pulls out of his driveway, letting out another long suffering sigh when he realizes he forgot his coffee.

[ao3feed-sterek]

King’s of a Purple Sea

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by Kca1516

Stiles and Derek are rival pirate captains, each trying to get a one up on the other in an attempt to rule the seven seas.

Derek is leader to the legendary Hale Pack. A ruthless family of werewolves who even the greatest fear.

Stiles, the Sea Charmer, has his own cruel reputation, though no one has seen his true face as he hides it in silks of dark blue wrappings.

However, when a joint enemy threatens to take both crews out, will Stiles and Derek be able to put aside their differences and work together before they both burn in the water?

Words: 1146, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Danny Mahealani, Jackson Whittemore, Theo Raeken, Talia Hale, Claudia Stilinski, Sheriff Stilisnki

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Charmspeak, BAMF Stiles, BAMF Derek, Kidnapping, Angst, Smut, Werewolves, Minor Character Death, Mates, True Mates

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[ao3-sterek]

Summerblink

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by Thomaddicted

Young Derek Hale first met Little Stiles Stilinski 15 years ago on the beach, at the Hale family resort. For five summers, they were friends. Then one day, they weren't.

Ten years later, The Stilisnkis have returned, and with it, an entire host of unanswered questions and unresolved (If not a bit uncomfortable) feelings that seemed inappropriate then, but are resolvable now.

The story is in present time, with flashbacks that I have hopefully made clear, but if not, let me know in the comments because it's going to be part of the story structure.

Words: 4086, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Sterek - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Talia Hale, Laura Hale, Papa Hale, Cora Hale, Vernon Boyd, John Stilisnki, Claudia Stilinski, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant, Scott McCall (mentioned), Lydia Martin (mentioned), Danny Mahealani (mentioned), Jackson Whittemore (mentioned)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Vernon Boyd (Past), Stiles Stilinski/Scott McCall (Past), Stiles Stilinski/Lydia Martin (past)

Additional Tags: A Very Sterek Summer 2020, Eternal Sterek, Friends to Lovers, Friendship/Love, Alive Hale Family, beach resort, Mutual Pining, Flashbacks, Angst, So much angst, And Music, There's a playlist involved, Another Present Under The Tree, More tags added as the story goes, Sexual Relationships, Minor Character Death, Guilt, Closeted Derek Hale, Out Stiles Stilinski

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[ao3feed-stydia]

Summerblink

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by Thomaddicted

Young Derek Hale first met Little Stiles Stilinski 15 years ago on the beach, at the Hale family resort. For five summers, they were friends. Then one day, they weren't.

Ten years later, The Stilisnkis have returned, and with it, an entire host of unanswered questions and unresolved (If not a bit uncomfortable) feelings that seemed inappropriate then, but are resolvable now.

The story is in present time, with flashbacks that I have hopefully made clear, but if not, let me know in the comments because it's going to be part of the story structure.

Words: 4086, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Sterek - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Talia Hale, Laura Hale, Papa Hale, Cora Hale, Vernon Boyd, John Stilisnki, Claudia Stilinski, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant, Scott McCall (mentioned), Lydia Martin (mentioned), Danny Mahealani (mentioned), Jackson Whittemore (mentioned)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Vernon Boyd (Past), Stiles Stilinski/Scott McCall (Past), Stiles Stilinski/Lydia Martin (past)

Additional Tags: A Very Sterek Summer 2020, Eternal Sterek, Friends to Lovers, Friendship/Love, Alive Hale Family, beach resort, Mutual Pining, Flashbacks, Angst, So much angst, And Music, There's a playlist involved, Another Present Under The Tree, More tags added as the story goes, Sexual Relationships, Minor Character Death, Guilt, Closeted Derek Hale, Out Stiles Stilinski

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[sassysweetstories]

combined thoughts // blurb

Request: “Stiles Soulmate AU: Where you can hear all the thoughts of your soulmate, but can’t communicate with them. The thoughts stop when you meet them.” college AU sort of 

Ship: Stiles Stilisnki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, fighting, guilt, minor kissing, smut etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Tagged for all and AU’s: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317 @bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist@beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19 @violence-and-velvet @ordinarygirlmeetsfantasticworld @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone 

Third P.O.V

(Y/n) tossed and turned in her bed, hot sweat dripping down her back due to the unholy images that suddenly up-took up her thoughts. Large calloused hands, covered in veins wrapped around her waist, tugging and pulling. His moans, the identity of which were unknown to her, drew a chill down her spine as the image shifted to her on top of the chocolate brown eyed stranger. The rest of his features were blurred, relatively unknown to the eye as she grind against his lower region, moaning in unison with him. Stiles on the other hand, jerked his hips back and forth, matching the motion the dream girl gave him. She smelled of fresh peppermint and roses and when she pressed deep welts against his skin, he couldn’t help but moan louder for her. How someone could elicit such a reaction drove him absolutely crazy. 

As you can imagine, neither of them slept much that night. “Jesus Christ, (Y/n). You look like hell.” Vanessa, her friend and co-worker said, eyeing the woman with wide eyes. “Gee, thanks.” The shorter woman retorted, wiping the tables off. “Didn’t sleep much last night?” (Y/n) shook her head whist she begun to concoct her own morning wake up call. “Nope. I had a hot dream. Couldn’t sleep much. It’s so weird. Like all of a sudden, things will be fine and then I’ll be horny or have the most absurd thoughts. Except, none of them are mine, they don’t even sound like my voice. And if you say that it’s that stupid soulmate thing the government keeps talking about I will scream.” Vanessa scoffed, leaning against the counter to look at her friend. 

“Oh come on! What other explanation could there be? That’s how Valerie and I ended up together! What makes you think it won’t happen to you?” (Y/n) furrowed her brows, leaning on the table to match her gaze. Challenged accepted. “Firstly, all of psychology and counselors can explain voices in your head. You forget I am one, right? Also, you and Valerie were just natural, like two pieces of a puzzle that matched. I don’t think that has to do with ourselves besides social behavior and the approaches we may face socially. It only makes sense to blame something on the supernatural, like zodiac signs to explain actual normal concepts. These ‘soulmates’ are just ways to help us cope with our love lives or lack of.” She shook her head, laughing. “You’re a hard-ass, ya know that.” 

Stiles shifted his hips back and forth, jotting down the notes from the seminar slides. The young man had caught the eyes of the some of the girls in the lecture hall, all of whom he had been oblivious to. They sighed when he ran his fingers through his hair and continued writing, a quite boring past time. All of a sudden a thought entered his mind, quiet but growing rapidly. Of course Freud was an idiot. His theories on psychoanalysis were relatively legitimate but his “theories” or whatever the fuck you wanna call them on suppressed sexual urges for our opposite sex parents were garbage. I mean, did he ignore all of Oedipus? The bastard gouged his eyes out after he found out he married his mother and had kids with her and murdered his father? I mean, god. Not to mention Freud probably never took homosexuality into consideration? That completely debunks his hypothesis. 

He’s not sure where this heavy psych lecture comes in but he’s riled up about it nonetheless, learning of a topic in which he was previously uneducated in. Stiles doesn’t know from where this burst of energy comes from but it’s clearly not from anyone in the room. He’s in the criminal / law academy building on the west side of the campus. For a second, Stiles closes his eyes and listens with hard intent as the voice continues. Whoever she is, her voice isn’t quite as loud as she had been previously. He grabs his books and exits the class, a theory in mind. These transactions had been happening for quite some time and he believe that the louder the voices got the closer the voice was to you in proximity. Stiles was the most brilliant soul one could meet, and it was only a matter of time before he met his match. The voice faded away like the smooth bend of water on a beach, leaving the young man frustrated for more answers to his questions. 

(Y/n) sat on the patio of her dorm complex, thinking deeply about what her friend had said. Of course she believes in the possibilities of soulmates but she’d never utter the words to her. The young woman pulled out her computer and scout through the internet for answers to the hypothesis’ that only seemed to grow with time. The music from her speaker hummed softly out onto the terrace as the sun drifted off down the horizon. “And I can’t seem to get you off my mind,” She hummed John Mayer’s, Moving On and Getting Over. Stiles shot up from his bed, smiling at the sound of her voice. It sweet and smooth like honey, makes him dizzy with delight. He needs to know who it belongs to. With great diligence, Stiles grabbed his red flannel before leaving the dorms. Maybe if I think hard, she’ll hear me, too! He thought to himself as he ran up and down the halls, waiting for the sound to change it’s volume. 

(Y/n) looked around her apartment for the warm husky voice that echoed her room. C’mon Princess Leia, talk to your Hon Solo. It speaks to her again. She giggles and absentmindedly responds. Bold of this guy to assume he’s Hon Solo. I myself, am a bona-fide bad-ass. I wonder if he can be the Batman to my Catwoman. Stiles chuckled at her quirk and the volume grew as (Y/n) left her dorm. Are you as quick as a whip, Catwoman? He asked, excitement coursing through his blood as he took each turn. Quick is a relative term. I’m faster than the flash. Hope you can keep up, Batsy. (Y/n) smirked at the flirty remarks, biting her lip to hide her smile. Maybe her friend was right, she might admit. But when he came into the room, she knew it was all true. 

Stiles heart soared at the sight of the beautiful girl. Sporting a simple sweatshirt and leggings, she looked like an absolute goddess. How someone could do such a thing was beyond him. (Y/n) gawked openly at Stiles broad shoulders. The fact that her soulmate was as handsome as he was, with striking hazel eyes and a body of a god. “Hi, I’m (Y/n).” She muttered softly. Stiles could barely walk, knees weak from gazing upon such a beauty. “I’m Stiles.” He takes his hand out for her to take. When they connect, it’s like the last puzzle coming into place. It’s just perfect. “Would you like to get to know one another? I have Star Wars in my dorm?” God, this woman’s gonna kill me. How is she so fucking perfect? He nods shyly, taking his hand in hers. 

(I hoped you guys liked it! PLEASE COMMENT I REALLY NEED FEEDBACK)

[sophia1644]

Downpour

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: angst to the damn max, both of you guys crying and being absolutely devastated bc u lost each other ;((((( , but don’t worry it’s a v happy ending aka smutty towards the end

Summary: Y/N loves Stiles Stilinski dearly and can’t believe she let her soulmate slip through her fingers so easily. Luckily, Stiles comes to the same realization, both of them not letting the downpour hinder their love.

Word Count: 1.4k 

A/N: yayayyayayay, I really like this I was listening to this song on repeat. omfg it’s so good idk I love her voice and the vibes. Like I feel like I should be in a quaint coffee shop sipping a latte in a cozy sweater with my boyfriend. Don’t forget to comment if you like this ;) it’s much appreciated bc I love feedback!! It makes my day!!!

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I sit down at the wooden bench to my bay window, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders and snuggling deeper into the crimson flannel that still vaguely smelt of him. I hug my mug full of hot cocoa closer to my chest, warmth radiating to my fingertips as I look out the window. Rain falls down, wetting the pavement and turning everything a darker shade while a peaceful, rhythmic sound taps against the glass pane.

I wish that he was here, but I push that thought aside, knowing that he wasn’t mine anymore. A tear slips down my cheek and I’m quick to brush it away with the heel of my hand, taking in a deep breath and exhaling it through my nose.

“It’s over,” is all that keeps replaying in my head on repeat. The way his face morphed from anger to disbelief to sadness within a second after the brash words fell from my lips, fueled by anger and not truth. The way I slammed the door as I ran out of his house, keys in hand and tears brimming my eyes. And the way I didn’t turn back. And how I haven’t answered anyone’s calls or texts for at least a week now, including his.

“I’m such an idiot,” I mutter, more tears threatening and proceeding to fall down my cheeks. I can’t believe that that is how I ended things with the person I truly believed- still believe, is my soulmate.

One argument that went too far, ending with anger-filled words that we would never use with clear state of mind. Words that we would never use in any circumstance towards each other, but still managed to slip past our lips.

I set the cracked blue mug aside, wrapping my arms around my knees and tugging them closer, placing my chin atop as tears continue streaming down my face with no sign of stopping.

How the hell could I let him go? Just, how?

My phone buzzes. I don’t even bother glancing toward the bright screen, knowing that it’s probably just another pointless text that’ll be ignored.

But, the device buzzes again, and again, and again, countless times, for minutes on end. I pick it up, preparing to go to my settings to turn off all notifications, but my fingers stop moving, my whole body convulsing as I weep harder. I forgot that my lock screen was a picture of Stiles and I laughing together, mid-kiss, not to mention the notification that I have 29 missed calls from him.

I click on one of the voicemails, immediately regretting it as the familiar sound of his voice echoes around my room, but with a noticeable flaw. I can tell he’s been crying as his voice breaks at certain syllables, his state of utter sadness similar to mine.

“Love, please j-just pick up the pho-phone, so tha-that we can tal-lk it out.”

But, isn’t he better without me? It’s clear that I’m a fuck up from losing him in the first place and I’m also the reason that this preciously perfect boy is crying. So, how could he not be better off without me?

The harsh truth was that Mieczyslaw Stilisnki didn’t need me, and that hurt. More than I’d like to admit honestly.

“Y/N, I’m be-begging you. Pl-lease, I ne-eed you to pick up.”

“You haven’t and-answered anyone. Not even Ly-Lydia. At this point, I jus-just need to make sure you’re ok-okay. Bec-cause if you’re not, god, love, pl-please I can’t do this. Pi-ick up.”

“Fuck it, Y/N, I’m co-coming over. I can’t t-take this anymore.”

By some act of the gods, I glance out the window again and there he is. Roscoe is parked on the street, Stiles sitting in the drivers seat, tapping his fingers against the wheel, one of his nervous ticks.

His warm brown eyes dart up to my window, an expression of relief flooding his features. He raised his phone in my vision, pointing frantically at it. I look down at my own to see his profile picture fill my screen, a phone call coming from him.

I tentatively grasp my phone in my hands, the button to answer tempting me. I look back out the window to see Stiles looking back at me with desperation, biting his bottom lip.

The sight of him pushes me over the edge, my instincts picking up the call and raising the phone to my ear.

“Thank god,” he says exasperatedly. “I’m sorry. Okay? I’m so so-sorry for everythi-thing it’s all my fa-fault. I take it all bac-ck. Just pl-please come back to me, Y/N. I can’t, I can’t do this with-without you, love.”

Teardrops that were previously balancing on my bottom lash line fall with Stiles’ rushed slur of words. 

“Y/N? Please say som-something, any-nything,” he sighs breathlessly, resting his head against the steering wheel to his blue jeep, lines creasing his forehead as his brows pull down, looking up at me still.

“I’ll be down in a sec, a second,” I manage to say in coherent words, standing up and walking down the hall, slipping on a pair of shoes and braving the downpour outside.

I run to the passenger’s side door, tugging open the door and quickly sitting down, already feeling drenched from head to toe.

The vehicle stays silent for multiple seconds as we both stare dead ahead, neither of us sure where to begin. Stiles ends up breaking the silence, both of us turning towards each other at the same time as he takes in a sharp breath. He reaches out to latch his hand into mine, and I allow him, feeling at home in his touch.

“I shouldn’t have let that fight gone that far,” he apologizes, reaching up and tucking a strand of my unruly hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek. He looks down, mumbling a profanity under his breath.

“No, don’t blame yo-yourself,” I counter, grasping his chin and guiding his eyes back up to my own. “It’s my fault more than yours, Stiles.”

“No, no, it’s not your fa-ault. You’re not all-allowed to say that either,” he hurriedly argues, shaking his head, his nose bumping into mine due to how close we managed to get.

“Then, it’s neither of our faults,” I conclude, my hand traveling to the back of his neck and playing with the short hairs there. He nods, parting his lips and his eyes darting to mine.

“Can we make a vow to never fight again?” He murmurs softly, wiping away the tears littered across my cheeks.

“Please. I hated being away from you,” I reply, my other hand resting on his black sweatshirt-clad chest.

“Why didn’t you answer any of my calls?” Stiles asks, his brows furrowing. 

“I thought you were better off without me,” I confess, pulling my lip in between my teeth.

His eyes widen and he kisses me suddenly, with no warning, our lips pressing with an intensity that neither of us were prepared for. I pull back in surprise and he quickly explains himself. “Y/N, I’m literally nothing without you. How could I be better off without my other half?”

I smile fondly at him, the remnants of tears on both of our faces not reflecting the immense happiness between us at the moment. I swiftly throw my leg over his, straddling him carefully as to not hit the ceiling or the wheel.

I laugh as he smirks cheekily at me, feeling the curve of his smile still as I kiss him. The kisses become more intense, the eagerness from both of us growing. He feverishly pulls me by the waist closer to minimize any distance between his body and mine.

His mouth starts trailing hot kisses down my jawline, then my neck, blowing cool air over it, making me squirm slightly. Stiles starts unbuttoning his flannel currently worn by me, a small smile forming now that the realization that I’m wearing his clothes hits him.

He peers out the window for a moment, tossing the flannel behind his shoulder to the back seat. “It sure is raining out there, huh?” He jokes, trying to annoy me.

“Stiles, we’re kind of in the middle of something here.”

“Oh, yeah, that. The fact that my beautiful as hell girlfriend is making out with me in my jeep didn’t slip my mind whatsoever.”

“Just kiss me, dork.”

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Falling on Deaf Ears

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by SnazzyJazzyH

The pack found out. Stiles had tried so hard to make sure that they never found out but they did and now he had to brace the fallout. He had to manage to pick up the pieces but at least he had Peter by his side to help. There was just one thing... How the hell was Stiles supposed to fix anything if his own best friend didn't even believe he was deaf?

Words: 1660, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilisnki, Peter Hale, Scott mcall, Derek Hale, Jackson Whittmore, Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Deaf Stiles Stilinski, Scott is a Bad Friend, Anxiety, Pack learns to sign, Erica is a bad friend, jackson and stiles bromance, Pack Feels, Angst, Scott and Allison are assholes

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[anxiousstark]

Reblogging this because in a couple of hours I will post Chapter 1! So excited!

Tiny Teaser

MASTERLIST (Coming Soon)

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

↪ Please respect my work. Don’t copy, translate or claim them as yours. Not on this website or another. All Rights Are Reserved. Otherwise, legal actions will be taken.

The Tell

“She is not my sister.” Scott sat down next to Stiles, his anger bubbling up even more than before.

“Even if you don’t like it, she is your sister.” He looked at his friend. “Oh my god, imagine her being just like you. It is already hard having to hear you complain. What about another McCall??” The hazel-eyed boy took gum out of his pocket, putting it inside of his mouth and chewing loudly. “So when are we going to meet her?”

“She isn’t my sister, okay?” Scott got up from the couch, trying to calm himself while his fists were tightly clenched. “We just have the same stupid father who ran away and who didn’t take care of any of us. We just have the same sperm donor.”

The other boy chuckled. “Which makes you two siblings. You are her half-brother and she is your half-sister.” He made a bubble with the gum, his eyes concentrating on it to the point where they were crossed. “Who do you think is the evil one of you?” He referred to all the films he had watched where there was always an evil sibling.

Heart Monitor, PT. 1

Melissa sighed. “This situation is strange.”

“Yes, it is,” Stiles replied while grabbing two more slices of pizza. He looked up to see Melissa glaring at him. “Oh, sorry. Continue.”

“Like I was saying, this situation is strange.” She wiped her hands and looked at her son. “But there are situations in life where we need to think about other people and-”

“Why doesn’t she stay with her father?” He spat back as if we didn’t have the same father. Well, more like the same sperm donor because none of us grew up having him by our side.

“Because I haven’t seen him since I was four,” I replied.

Scott glared at me and then he looked at his mother. “Why doesn’t she stay with her mother?”

I swallowed and answered again. “Because she is dead.”

TAGLIST: @og-baby-ob14 - @savemypostcards​ - @cas-loves-pizza​ - @used-avocado​ - @mvrylee​ - @bilesxbilinskixlahey​ - @honeydoll-stark​ - @arieltheworldisamess​ - @softpeteparker​

[heavensentgohansrage]

Chapters: 8/18 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV), Greek and Roman Mythology Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Cora Hale, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Jackson Whittemore, Peter Hale, Bobby Finstock, Alan Deaton, Deucalion (Teen Wolf), Kali (Teen Wolf), Gerard Argent, Scott McCall, Greek Gods and Mythological People Additional Tags: Heracles!Stiles, Hercules!Stiles, BAMF!Stiles, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Greek Mythology - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Greek Mythology, Canon-Typical Violence, Stiles Has Panic Attacks, Electric shocks, Non-Consensual Drug Use, mentions of past sexual abuse, Underage Kissing, Swearing, Foster Father Sheriff Stilisnki Summary:

Heracles was just a nickname his Mother had given him, with no special meaning behind it. Stiles seriously had no idea what Derek had to be so obsessive about.

And when his life suddenly forced on him tropes of a classic heroic storyline, right in the middle of two supernatural battlefronts, the once nothing but an average sidekick must prove himself to be a great hero - perhaps even the greatest of them all - in order to save every one of the curse of his glorious strength.

[just-jordie-things]

The Hardest Goodbye - Stiles Stilisnki

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of Allison’s death (this IS a warning LEAVE ME ALONE)  word count: 2671

You parked your car in the lot by the school, and slowed every movement you made.  Turning off the engine, putting your phone in your purse, unbuckling your seat belt, you somehow managed to stall five more minutes.  You breathed in deeply, and opened the door.  Walking out to the lot where your friends were.  Scott, Lydia, Malia, Kira, Liam...

Stiles.

You wore  sad smile as you wandered over to the group.  A slow drag in your feet, converse scraping against the pavement.  Lydia caught sight of you, and beckoned you to come with her arm.  You picked up the pace slightly, holding your purse tightly to your body as you came closer.

“Hey, y/n” Scott said quietly.  You nodded your head weakly.

“Hi guys” Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper.  You looked around, taking in Scott’s UC Davis hoodie, Lydia’s MIT lanyard that hung her keys around her neck, as well as a key chain with a picture in it that you’d seen a thousand times before.  

The one with you, her, and Allison.  Where you were in your swimsuits, on the beach in the early hours of the day.  How you were able to stay overnight at the beach without getting into trouble, you weren’t sure.  But it had been an amazing night.

Your eyes watered slightly as you looked at it, but you turned away quickly, making sure to avoid looking at Stiles as well.  Your eyes landed on Malia’s new beige leather jacket.  She cocked her head to the side and gave you a look that showed you she knew you were shying away from him.

“Come on, I’ll drive” Scott said, taking Stiles’ keys to the jeep.

“I think that Tony is better” You said, popping a few M&M’s in your mouth.  Stiles gasped loudly from where he sat next to you, the popcorn he was trying to put into his mouth falling right out of his hand.

“How.  Dare.  You!” You began to giggle as he glared your way.  As though you’d just stabbed in him the throat.  “I feel... I feel so betrayed, y/n how could you?” You giggled again and scooted closer.

“I’m just messing with you Stiles” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck, and continuing to watch the movie.

“So you’re still team Cap?” You chuckled, nuzzling your head into his neck.

“I’ll always be team Cap with you my spastic friend” You said.

When Scott parked the jeep, you slid out after Lydia and Malia and Liam.

“My flowers are in the back, will you get them for me?” Lydia asked, and you nodded, walking around the back of the Jeep.  You opened up the trunk, eyes caching the eerie metal sign above the gates.  Beacon Hills Cemetery.  You shuddered slightly, and went back to grabbing the bouquet of flowers.

“Cold?” You jumped, grasping the plastic wrapped stems as you spun to face Stiles.

“N-no I’m fine” You muttered, closing the trunk, and holding the flowers more delicately.

“You’re fine?” You nodded, looking down as not to meet his eyes.  “So why aren’t you looking at me?”

“Because I’m here for Allison” You muttered again, and pushed past him to get back to Lydia.  She let you cling on to her.

She knew you wouldn’t be able to handle today.

"Stiles!” You called as he was walking down the hallway. This was it, you needed to do something.  He turned around, smiling at you and waiting for you to catch up.

“Hey little girl” He said with a wink, and you rolled your eyes.  “What’s up?”

“Look, can I talk to you for a sec?”

“Yeah of course, what have you got on your mind?”

You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath, and trying to suppress the memory of rejection from over a year ago.  No, yours and Stiles’ friendship wasn’t ruined.  He’d politely told you that he had a girlfriend and that he was happy with her, he did it so kindly that you fell for him more, but you backed off.  You even focused more on your studies than things like dating, and boys.

“You want to put them down?” You opened your eyes, to see Lydia holding the flowers towards you.  You looked down, seeing Allison’s name written beautifully on the stone you’d memorized.

“We’ll do it together... yeah?” You asked, wrapping your hands around the stems, just like her.  Together you both put them down in the soft grass in front of her grave.  “She’d uh... she’d love those” You said quietly.  Lydia smiled at you and wrapped an arm up around your shoulders.

“She’d be going with you” Scott said, and you looked over at him.  “To Berkeley.  That’s where she’d uh... where she’d wanted to go” You gave Scott a sad smile and nodded solemnly, looking back down to her name again.

“No y/n you don’t get it, I want to be with you, I like you” You shook your head, staring unbelievably at him.

“Stiles do you even-” You stopped, looking around at the people dressed in black.  “I can’t believe this” You muttered, shutting your mouth and setting your jaw.

“No y/n I like you, I want you, Malia and I... it’s just not the same as when I’m with you” He said.  You crossed your arms, staring at him angrily.

“We are at a funeral.  Stiles.  Allison’s funeral.  This is.. this is literally the most inappropriate time you could’ve chosen..” You rolled your eyes shaking your head.  This just made no sense.  Of all the fucking places he could’ve done this...

“I know, I know poor timing but I can’t hide it anymore y/n you gotta understand-”

“I don’t”

“You did once” He replied.

“Well you’re too fucking late Stiles” You said, tears welling in your eyes as you began to walk back towards the service.  “You’re too late” You mumbled, bee lining towards Lydia, who was doing her best to keep herself together.

Stiles stood by himself, looking down at the grave that belonged to a girl too young to be in it.  Then back to his friends.  He stood and cried over Allison by himself.

When you got back to the school, you knew this was it.  This was the part where you all said goodbye, then went home to relax for a night before you took your flights and car rides in the morning.  The pack spreading across the country.  Tomorrow was a new beginning, the start of the college experience.

“Well, shouldn’t we be hugging and stuff?” Malia asked.  Scott chuckled, pulling the girl, who’d somehow wound up becoming his love interest, in for a solid hug.

“I’ll miss you, you crazy animal” Malia chuckled, hugging him back.  You stood and smiled watching the two, glad that they’d wound up with who they were meant to.  Though Malia was taking a hiatus for a year, she’d likely go with him to UC Davis and find something that’d interest her while with him.

Lydia walked over to you, smiling at you with watery eyes.  You returned the gesture and hugged her quickly.

“Don’t make me cry you’ll ruin my makeup” She scolded before you could even say anything.

“But you’re going so far, what am I gonna do without you?” You whimpered.  Lydia cooed and rubbed your back.

“There’s FaceTime, and airplanes, and Christmas break” Lydia went on.  “We’ll figure something out, and I promise not to lose touch okay?” You nodded.

“I promise too”

“Okay pull away and don’t make eye contact on three” You nodded in agreement.  “One, two, three” You yanked away from one another and she turned to say goodbye to Scott instantly.  You took in a deep breath, and when you opened your eyes again, Stiles was there in front of you.  Suddenly you were very aware that you were pretty much trapped between him and your car.

“Hi”

Your mind flashed back to all the times you and him have talked since his confrontation at Allison’s funeral, almost a year ago.  They were minimal, and random and just not important.

“You’re not gonna leave without saying goodbye, right?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“No... no I don’t think I could do that even if I wanted to” You said.  Stiles nodded slightly, rubbing the back of his head.

“Look y/n I’ve got a lot to say and not a lot of time to say it” You licked your lips, rocking on your feet anxiously.

“Yeah... yeah me too I suppo-”

“But well to sum it up, I still love you, and I’m gonna miss you like hell.  Even if we haven’t really.... haven’t really spoken in a while” You blinked, not really expecting that.

“I guess we... we missed too many moments huh?” You said softly.

“Yeah” Stiles sighed.  You gave each other sad smiles.

“Maybe we weren’t ever.. ever meant for more” You said quietly, unable to look up at him in fear of bursting into tears.

“Ha, bullshit” Your brows furrowed, and when you looked up to question this remark he leaned down, hand sliding easily across your cheek, cupping the back of your head, and before you could even smile are what you knew he was doing, he was kissing you.  A quick, far too rushed, but passionate kiss.  “Still not meant for each other?”

“Keep kissing me you fool” You replied, and Stiles smirked for a moment before leaning back down and connecting his lips with yours in a much more pleasingly slowed and tender.  Your arms wound up around your neck, not even caring that all of your friends were watching, and likely taking pictures.  

When you couldn’t hold your breath any longer, you pulled back, standing flat on your feet from your tippy toes, and smiling up at him.

“No goodbyes?” You shook your head.

“No, no I don’t think I can emotionally handle that” You said, slowly letting yout arms fall from behind his neck, and wrapping them around yourself.  “I’m... I’m sorry.  I fucked up big time I should’ve just talked to you” Stiles shrugged, giving you a kind smile.

“It’s okay, I think we’re definitely both in the wrong here” Tears welled in your eyes.  “No, no sh don’t cry” He stepped slightly closer, not that he could move any closer to you than he already was.  “We’ll talk, we’ll be close, we’ll figure this out” He murmured.  You figured Scott Liam and Malia were listening in from across the lot.

“Work what out?” You said brokenly.  “A long distance relationship?” He looked defeated.  “You and I both know those never work.  They just... it just won’t happen” You entire features, once displaying an expression of peace and happiness, now fallen, making you look depressed.  Like you’d been dragged through the bottom-most pits of hell.  Which your heart was, at least.

“I know, I know it’s just..” His fingers combed through your hair, knuckles brushing your cheek softly as his eyes searched deep in yours.  “I just got you and I don’t want to let you go” 

Your tears began to fall, and you began sniffling.

“I love you” You said through a small whimper and wet eyes.  Stiles’ lips parted, a small smile taking over them.

“I love you too” He said in a murmur, and stroked your cheeks gently with his fingers.  His brows drew together, just a little, as he stared at you intently.  “So much, y/n” 

By the time you’d driven yourself home, you were a mess of tears, puffy eyes, and a pink nose from sniffling and sobbing so hard.

Your mom even let you have a couple beers before you went to bed.  At least it got you the energy to finish packing up your things for your dorm.

Your pillow ended up soaked with tears and mascara.

The next morning was just as bad.  Loading up your car, getting ready for the drive to your new dorm, your new college.  This was it.  Your life was beginning, an independent woman, no longer just a teenage girl in high school.

Not to mention you no longer had to chase down the supernatural beats in your free time, your education would come much easier to you with nights full of studying rather stakeouts and werewolf fights.

Or movie nights with Stiles, parties at Lydia’s, bowling with Scott, hiking with Malia, and with Liam and Mason... well whatever weird shit you’d do with them you’d probably miss that too.

You plugged your phone into the car, playing your playlist that your friends had made for your four hour drive to Berkeley.  Most of the songs on it were from Stiles though.

Tears welled in your eyes again, and you pulled over, and double checked your gps a few times.

Then you yanked the suction cupped screen right off the windshield window, and began furiously typing.

Stiles sighed as he walked back into his dorm after a long day of trying to get used to the city of Washington DC.  It just wasn’t exciting adventuring around alone.  He didn’t bear a smile as he ordered a new and fun coffee he was sure you would’ve loved.  He didn’t skip along the sidewalk the way you would have after grabbing his hand.  There was no thrill and happiness in his eyes at the idea of starting his new life.

He wasn’t starting it the way he wanted to.

You weren’t there.

He shrugged off his jacket, setting it on the kitchen table.  At least he wasn’t stuck with a roommate.  He could have peace, quiet and privacy.

Not that he really used it to his own advantage.  Mostly, he spent it sulking, even crying occasionally.  It had been three days since he’d left Beacon Hills.  Four since he’d seen you.

You.

The young woman that he was sure was the love of his life.  And in a matter of one kiss and minutes, he let you slip through the cracks of his hands.

Was there anything he could’ve done? Not logically, but he still felt it was his fault.  He just prayed that you weren’t in the same pain that he was.

How could he start classes next semester and focus in class? How could he pursue this dream of becoming a cop, when you weren’t there to urge him on?

Sure, he’s texted you, and you seem fine, settled.  but it wasn’t the same.  He wanted to hear your voice in the mornings, see you dancing in the kitchen to music that sometimes didn’t exist.  

He wanted to look over from the driver’s seat to see you playing with your hand out the window, occasionally sticking your head out to feel the wind in your hair. 

He wanted to come home to the dorm, drop his keys and coat on the table, set down his bag and walk over to where you sat on the couch, a book in your lap, hair tied back messily, glasses perched on your nose.  He wanted to walk over and place a sweet hello kiss on your lips before asking where you wanted takeout from.

He wanted to continue your movie nights, and carry you to bed when you fall asleep.  He wanted to cuddle and cradle you so you wouldn’t wake up from nightmares.

He wanted to spend his life with you.  But you weren’t even here.

Stiles flopped down on the couch, groaning and closing his eyes.  Maybe if he napped he’d be out of his misery.

When he woke up it was to a pounding on the door.  He mumbled a string of curses, an d got up from the couch, dragging hi feet to the door.  The pain of separation creeping right back into his mind.  He opened the door with a frown.

“What?” he al but growled out before looking to see who his visitor was.  Instantly his jaw slacked.

“Hi” You said quietly.

yes, there’s gonna be a part 2 bbies no worries

xoxo ~ jordie

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hello beautiful people! hope you're fine. I wanted to know if you have any fic where stiles and derek love each other but derek (or stiles, but preferably Derek) is just too stubborn to admit it and there is a lot of angst and pining.

thank you!

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Trust me by madsmeetsmisha (23/23 | 43882 | Explicit | Sterek) Derek Hale needed a nanny for his kids. Someone who knew about werewolves, someone who was persistent enough not to throw in the sponge as soon as the kids wouldn't behave, someone trustworthy. Could a young, very talkative man like Stiles Stilinski be what Derek was looking for?

Summerblink by Thomaddicted (7/7 | 33,193 | Not Rated | Sterek) Young Derek Hale first met Little Stiles Stilinski 15 years ago on the beach, at the Hale family resort. For five summers, they were friends. Then one day, they weren't.

Ten years later, The Stilisnkis have returned, and with it, an entire host of unanswered questions and unresolved (If not a bit uncomfortable) feelings that seemed inappropriate then, but are resolvable now. 

Love isn’t Linear by CaitliNation (7/7 | 26,882 | Explicit | Sterek) “If I had a hypothetical boyfriend, uh… would that hypothetical boyfriend be allowed to stay with us hypothetically this Christmas? You know, if you wanted to meet my hypothetical boyfriend hypothetically?”

There’s a long pause from his dad as if he’s trying to process his son’s jargon but is failing wholeheartedly.

“What,” he finally replies flatly. Stiles lets out a groan.

“Don’t make me say it again!”

I found you hidden in plain sight (why’d I take so long?) by Goergeousgreymatter (7/7 | 25,419 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles is pretty sure he’s hallucinating. He’s got to be. There’s no other plausible explanation, he thinks, as he sits on the sidelines of the lacrosse field and feels the cold, hard bench underneath him, the roar of the crowd at his back like the worst white noise machine in the world.

There’s no other reason why he sees it, the hulking, black figure of a wolf peering at him from the treeline behind the bleachers. Its eyes flare in the glaring glow of the stadium lights, but they’re the wrong color, he thinks: blood-moon red instead of cobalt blue, but the familiarity of it all makes his stomach roll and clench.

The Stilinski Pack by TheRealDanniX (10/10 | 18,449 | Mature | Sterek) The Hales didn't go far after the fire and they took Peter with them. Ten years later they come back to Beacon Hills and find a new pack. The Stilinski pack lead by their human Alpha.

What did you just call me? By Written_prose_things (7/7 | 16,077 | Gen | Sterek) When an unknown hunter walks into Beacon Hills, Derek goes into Over Protective Alpha mode. Everyone gets puts into groups, which they're supposed to stick with at all times.

Stiles gets stuck with Derek. Ya know, The Alpha He Has A Crush On.

Over the next three days, they both realise exactly how much fun their normal life can be as well.

Nine Kinds of Silence by suburbanmotel (1/1 | 8,443 | Mature | Sterek) This was how it usually went — Stiles talking, Derek not talking.

Derek was used to it, the endless spill of words pooling between them, filling the cracks and chasms of silence. He told everyone it drove him crazy, but that was mostly a lie. If you asked him on a good day, he might even say he liked it. It was the quiet that unnerved him, the gaping Stiles’ shaped holes of space where the words were supposed to go, that he didn’t know how to handle.

But If I Know You (I Know What You’ll Do) by notahousebutatomb (1/1 | 7,339 | Teen | Sterek) The two intermingled packs approached the gym doors with caution, Scott and Derek in the lead for safety. In the middle of the basketball court stood a tall, slender woman draped in a long black cloak. Two dark horns protruded from the top of her head, partially obscured by her wild black hair. Her lips curled into a smug grin when she saw their expressions of obvious dismay. 

“You poor, simple fools, thinking you could defeat me, the Mistress of All Evil! Well…” The witch swept her sleeve aside to reveal Stiles. The pale teen was sprawled across the ground, his face partially obscured where it rested against his elbow. His other arm was tucked snugly against his chest, supporting his slumped torso. The witch smirked when she added, “Here’s your precious human.” 

A Promise Like This by whentheywrite (1/1 | 6,037 | Gen | Sterek) “Oh my god,” Stiles said, taking the offered bag Derek had brought that night. The moment he opened it, the best smell in the world came wafting out and Stiles moaned. “Curly fries. Oh my god, Sourwolf, I want to marry you.”

In a split second, Derek’s face had gone from neutrally blank to bright red. Except Stiles was much too busy digging the container of fries out to really notice.

He might have been a little intrigued if he had.

OR

Five times Stiles sort of accidentally proposed and the one time he might have meant it.

Stormy Nights Make The Best Hot Chocolate by FogDog1738 (1/1 | 4,070 | Mature | Sterek) Stiles gets anxiety from a storm during the night and Derek comes to check on him. Things are worse than they both wanted them to be, but eventually turn into a night of mutually coming out.

heart/beats by Galaxy_Collector (1/1 | 2,568 | Gen | Sterek) Character A [Stiles] gets the flu while the rest of the gang are away fighting supernatural enemies. Character B [Derek] comes to check on him. Oh, and he's failed to mention that Character A is his mate. But don't worry, Character C [Melissa McCall] totally (and unintentionally!) rats him out.

[ao3feed-twfemslash]

These are the nights that never die.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AzFlfy

by A n o n y m o u s Rei (rainingashonFlorence)

#7 Motorino Passano l’estate dell’89 a girare per la California su un motorino che hanno rimesso insieme con un po' di fortuna. È l’estate migliore della loro gioventù.

Words: 1845, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Italiano

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Talia Hale, Claudia Stilinski, John Stilisnki, Papa Hale

Relationships: Talia Hale/Claudia Stilinski

Additional Tags: Claudia calls Talia “Lia” a lot, Alternative Universe(s), hint!Daniel/Talia, Peter hale - Freeform, hint!John/Claudia, hint!John Stilinski/Melissa McCall, Fluff, Married Couple, Old Married Couple, Friendship, Mama Hale (Anna), Dada Hale (Joshua), Caludia's dad (Nicolaj), James Hale - Freeform, Claudia is from Poland, alpha!Talia, Tattoos, They fuck a lot, hint!Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Alternate Universe - High School, Same Age, Breaking Up & Making Up, a lot of everything (fluff-drama-slice of life-angst)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AzFlfy