#stiles went through two much

[casually-eat-my-soul]

There is no way that the body the nogistune spat out for stiles was human. Even though the nogistune possessed humans it has no idea what a human body needs or how it properly works. Maybe the body is just a little to human to the point it creepy (uncanny valley). Plus it’s a trickster and chaos demon, there is now way it gave stiles a perfect human body back. For one last trick against stiles, maybe it did something.

For like angst it probably made him sick

For other reason he can get pregnant

It’s not up to me 🤷🏻‍♀️

[mysticallystilinski]

hey hey love! it would be super cool if you wanted to bless us mere peasants with some angsty stiles? i was thinking like you guys get in a fight and after it's over he like.... desperately needs to make up for it. i love you doll!!!!

MAKE UP OR BREAK UP

a stiles stilinski x fem!reader fic

— ౨ৎ masterlist

synopsis - problems are consistent throughout your relationship with stiles. what happens when you hit your breaking point.. and he wants to make it up to you?

CW ! 18 + SMUT ( fingering, oral intercourse [f!recieving], slightly toxic stiles, completely out of character lydia )

lav speaks.. hii lovey! i hope you enjoy this, i really wish i wrote more angst but i’m hoping to make a part 2 soon ;)

lydia.

it has always been stiles pining over lydia, until of course you showed up in the picture. you knew about stiles obsession, and how it stopped after you two got together. learning that lydia had feelings for him had bothered you since the beginning, but what could you do about it.

the touching, the flirting, but most importantly the looks. it was never stiles, always lydia. since you and stiles were more of a lowkey couple, she hadn’t known much about your relationship. only thinking it was a fling, that it would never last, she wanted to shoot her shot.

after a lacrosse game, you headed over to stiles, but lydia beat you there. placing her hand on his arm, she was gazing up at him with a seductive look. you heard the whispers of congratulation, and the way she praised your boyfriend.

it angered something in you.

slowly approaching them on the field, stiles noticed you right away. he turned away from lydia, and walked the distance to close the gap between you guys. he placed his helmet, and stick on the turf in a quick movement. a light smile brushed his face, then quickly was removed when seeing your expression.

“baby, what’s wrong?”, stiles spoke softly, placing his sweaty palm upon your cheek. you shunned your head away, practically giving him the silent treatment. your relationship was healthy, except for the way stiles dealt with lydia; or the lack of how he pushed her away.

tears welled up in your eyes, “stiles, i just can’t do this anymore.” as soon as you spoke those words, droplets fell onto your head. it started to rain, and everyone else started to leave. you wanted to stay, wanted to get an explanation, an answer.

the rain came down as fast as it possibly could, mixing the tears and precipitation together down your cheeks. stiles was in awe; not knowing what to possibly say to that. he took a step forward, you took one back.

“is this about lydia?”, he questioned. “of course it’s about lydia”, you scoffed in response. his response was out of the ordinary, “i don’t get why you have such a problem with it. lydia and i have been friends for years.”

“sti — you know it’s not like that. it’s the way she looks at you, the way she flirts with you.”

he practically laughed right at you, “you’re kidding right? she doesn’t like me like that.” you laughed back at him, not understanding his point of view. “stiles, she obviously does, how can you not see it?”.

you were getting soaking wet, the rain was making you way too cold. stiles looked beautiful in it, but you couldn’t focus on that fact when he wouldn’t understand your feelings.

stiles stood there, no response, thinking of something to say. it was like he was in slight shock, but slightly happy about it. feelings that lingered for years just don’t go away once you meet someone new.

“yeah, i’m just gonna head inside if you’re not gonna say anything. i’m tired of you defending her like she’s your girlfriend. reality check, i’m your girlfriend, not her stiles.”

you take a step away from stiles, making your way across the field. you felt his presence stay in the exact same place without having to even look back. you headed through the rain, no jacket, no boyfriend with you, and going into the dimly lit school.

heading to the locker room, you went to stiles locker to grab your spare jacket. you couldn’t handle the rain anymore as it was beating down too hard, and you didn’t have a ride home. the least you should have is your jacket.

nobody else was in the large locker room, completely vacant but yourself. when you heard the door open, you immediately knew it was stiles. “y/n, are you in here?”, he asked. your breathing fell silent as you saw him round the corner, and his face slightly contort as he saw you by his locker.

“why are you at my locker?”, he asked in a semi-harsh tone. “oh don’t you worry sti — i’m grabbing my jacket to walk home.” stiles face went from a type of anger, to compassion. “what do you mean walking home? i thought i’m taking you home.”

you laughed, turning to face stiles, gym shoes squeaking from your position. “really, you think i’m grabbing a ride with you? i’m okay. go take lydia home”, you giggled. within a snap, stiles headed from the other side of the room towards you, and placed his wet lips onto yours.

you gasped in surprise, not expecting stiles to kiss you. he reluctantly pulled back, “what don’t you get? i want you, not lydia.” stiles hand caressed your cheek, pulling your chin up to face his eyes.

the silence in the room was deadly, but so was the lust. you felt yourself ache for him, especially after he confessed to only wanting you. it wasn’t unlike stiles to profess his love, but each time it got you more turned on. he turned your head to the side forcefully, and proceeded to place kisses on the surrounding area.

between each kiss he groaned, “let me make it up to you baby, let me prove it to you.” quickly nodding, stiles took that as a sign to make hickies down your neckline. sucking, and slightly biting down, he caused you to moan out in pleasure.

you felt his smirk through his lips on your skin. each kiss on your body was passionate, and filled with a sort of energy. stiles motioned for you to life up your arms, as you did he lifted your shirt above your head. giggling, you went in to kiss stiles, but he pushed you back against the locker once again.

“baby — i said let me make it up to you. i want to make you feel good.”

you practically came in your pants from his tone and mix of words. you tugged at the hem of his jersey, slowly pulling it off to show his glistening wet body. running your fingers across his torso, he smirked at your expression. he tugged off his own lacrosse shorts, only to be left in his tight boxers. a visible imprint was seen, completely covered but revealing to the imagination.

in response, you grabbed the waistband of your shorts, and slowly pulled them down in a seductive way. you heard stiles whine at your action, proving his loyalty to you. bra and panties, that’s all you were left in.

“let me just remove this, and take this to the shower”, stiles smirked while taking off your bra and panties, plus pointing from himself to you. “sti –”, you protested as his boxers weren’t pulled down yet. he took that as a sign to remove them, discarding them with the rest of the clothes on the bench.

without waiting for him, you headed to the private part of the showers. turning on the water, you placed it on a hot setting, just enough for the locker room to get steamy. stiles made his way towards you, eyeing you up and down as he did. “mm’ you look so good”, he groaned, lacing his fingers in the back of your hair and pulling you closer.

interlocking lips, stiles was rough. he wanted to fuck you to prove his loyalty, and especially his attraction. his tongue made his way into your mouth, just as his hand made it’s way to cup your ass. you gasped, giving him easy access to your mouth.

he kneaded his fingers into your soft skin, placing rubs up and down your back. without ever staying apart, stiles led you to the bench in the shower. he sat you down, and went down onto his knees. just him in that position made you even more wet. he was all ready just for you.

“i’m gonna show you how much i need you baby”, he spoke in a hush. before you could reply, he spread your legs apart and slowly licked a stripe up your folds. a shiver was occurring in you as he began to suck slowly on your clit.

immediately, your fingers locked in his hair. pulling and tugging as hard as you wanted made him whimper into the depths of the act. the vibrations caused your legs to begin to shake. “sti – this feels so good.”

without a verbal response, stiles moaned. you knew he enjoyed it just as much; if not more than you did. he was vocal to say the least, lapping and sucking at your soaking cunt. with each movement, bliss fell into your lap.

the stimulation was always too much with him, his tongue worked too many wonders. without an ask, he placed a single digit into you, slowly pulsing it in and out.

a gasp left your wet lips, not expecting him to go even further than he already had. that urged him to placed another finger into your heat, making a sloppy sound fueling him to the max. 2 of his fingers, deep inside you, filling you to the brim was enough for tears to stain your cheeks once again.

the mixture of him sucking, plus the deep penetration was magic. “i can’t take it anymore, i’m gonna come”, you spilled in a whine. stiles sped up his motions, causing your body to tense. your chest began to rise, and fall in a timely manner. his doe eyes looked up at you, causing the pit in your stomach to finally break.

juices spilt out of you quickly into his mouth, and all over the surrounding parts of his face. he lapped up your release to the best of his ability, trying not to leave any to waste. “you did so good princess”, stiles smirked, slowly licking the juices off his lips.

your legs closed from habit, but stiles opened them once again. “aha’ i’m not done yet”, he whispered getting closer to your face. “stiles, i don’t think i can take anymore.” the harsh reality hit you.

“well, i’m not done making it up to you just yet.”

— ᡣ𐭩 LAV

[hedwig221b]

heeey, do u have any werewolf stiles fic recs

love all your recs

Thanks so much! Here are a few, feel free to add your recs in reblogs/replies!

Until I Wrap Myself Inside Your Arms (I Cannot Rest) by EvanesDust, flymeofftoneverland

It’s been two years since Derek returned and, so far, he’s kept his promise. He's never left again. But, as far as Stiles is concerned, he might as well have never come back.

Strange Turns That Bring Us Closer by demonicfaerie2009

His foot had just hit the bottom step on the porch and the next thing he knew he was spun around and pushed roughly against the front door. This was the second time tonight Derek had manhandled his way into Stiles' personal space. Between that primal growl from the elder teen and their close proximity, it sent a chill through him that had absolutely nothing to do with fear. Good, god, there was no reason he should have enjoyed that. Stiles found his gaze darting back and forth from Derek's bright eyes to his lips. “Kidding! Geez!” Stiles put his hands up in surrender, unable to stop the higher pitch his voice had taken. A quiet snarl escaped Derek before he shoved just a little harder at Stiles' chest. Derek huffed, then stepped back. “I was keeping an eye on you.” “Why?” His hands came up to straighten his shirt once more. The elder male's hands balled up at his sides, Stiles noticed. He also saw that Derek had tensed considerably. This made him watch the other a bit more skeptically, a brow shifting upward as his eyes narrowed. “Derek..? Why were you keeping an eye on me?” “Because I think the Alpha is targeting you.”

Choice by Little_Red_Hoodie

Stiles was driving his jeep, tears streaming down his face as he sped down the dark, empty road. He knew he was driving fast, too fast for the speed limit and definitely too fast for the weather but he couldn’t care about that. Not when Scott’s voice was still ringing in his ears, an echo of their conversation playing over and over in his head. He used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe at his eyes, temporarily blocking his view of the road. As he went to lower his hand, a dark blur raced across the road in front of his jeep. Panicked, Stiles slammed on the brakes, making the car skid to a full stop. Getting out into the rain, Stiles cautiously walked around to the front of his jeep, shining his phone on the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief when he couldn’t find anything he might have hit. Just as he turned to get back into his car, Stiles heard a branch snapping to his left, followed by a low growl. He stopped in his tracks, slowly turning towards the sound. He barely had the time to register the red eyes glowing at him from the bushes before a dark creature lunged at him with a snarl. ——————————————— Stiles gets attacked by feral alpha during a full moon. Derek is there to help in the aftermath.

Throw Me to the Wolves by skoosiepants

He feels the physical embodiment of devastated, his already too strung-out mind struggling to wall up all the hurt, the rejection—he takes a deep shuddering breath and looks down at the shredded skin on his arms, at the sluggish way they’re weakly healing. There is nothing, nothing he wants more than to have Derek sweep in and make everything all better. He should have known, though, that something like that would never happen to him. OR - Stiles accidentally gets bitten, and everything goes to hell.

Pale Horses by Jana_C

Being bitten had never been on his to-do list, but he could deal with that. Helping Derek Hale become a competent Alpha, though, that was so not in his job description.

Choice by Omni

Derek knows what it feels like to not really have a choice, what it's like to be manipulated. He'd never take away someone's right to choose freely. The fear of even accidentally doing so is enough to hold him back from acting on his own feelings. Stiles has never had a problem making his own choices, and fuck anyone who would try to tell him he can't. (Or: Stiles gets bitten by a different alpha, but of course would prefer to have Derek as his alpha. And also just, you know, have Derek.)

Shifts by gryvon

Stiles has what he's always secretly wanted - he's in a relationship with Derek and he's one of Derek's betas - but all that gets turned upside down when Gerard kidnaps him and his unexpected baby.

The End is the Beginning by AClosedFicIsNeverRead

When Chris returned to the living room, rifle in hand, Stiles – God help him – looked so relieved. “Thank you,” Stiles sighed. He sat up and closed his eyes, trying to hold himself somewhat still as he waited to die. Chris clenched his jaw. Raised his rifle. Aimed with tearful eyes. And pulled the trigger. OR - The one where Stiles is bitten and left for dead by a rogue Alpha without anyone knowing, becomes increasingly unstable, and asks Chris Argent to put him down. It doesn't go the way he expected it would…

You Have to Want It by forestofbabel

“Do you. Want. The Bite?” Peter repeated, as if he were talking to a child, "Yes or no?" “I don’t want to be like you,” Stiles said with conviction, but Peter could hear past the words. The kid may believe he was telling the truth, but Stiles was only lying to himself, and Peter knew it. Here, the alpha smirked, a predatory gaze fixed on the boy's body. “I wasn’t really asking.”

Other fic recs: angsty fics + pt2 | sheriff dissaproves | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles + pt2 | alive Hales | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles + pt2 | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | dark sterek | single parent!Stiles | feral Derek | arranged marriage | Stiles is underestimated | mpreg w/o abo | accidental knotting | jock!Derek | jock!Stiles | spanking | royal abo au | oblivious!Stiles | longfic | void!Stiles | Stiles doesn't know about werewolves

[daintylovers]

imagine moving to beacon hills around season one. right around the same time, allison moves in. it's nice not being the only new girl, so you two quickly become friends.

imagine meeting lydia for the first time. it happens in your fourth class of the day, you two are assigned to be partners for the semester. albeit, at first she isn't thrilled, but once she gives you a chance, everything changes. she's found someone like-minded for once in this small town. someone as intelligent, yet fashionable as her. she thinks for a quick second, if she liked girls, she would love you.

imagine seeing stiles for the first time. seeing- not meeting, because the boy can only gawk at you from across the hall. it's definitely weird and a little unsettling at first, but it's nice to be admired? right?

imagine finally talking to the poor boy for the first time. it had to be you who spoke first, his brain going a mile a minute. it happens a few days later, when lab partners are assigned. stiles almost faints when he hears your names paired together. scott has to be the one to push him out of his seat. it feels kind of how you imagine bella felt when edward and her first meet, awkward and stiff. does he not like you? maybe that's why he was always staring, it wasn't in fantasy, but with disgust. not being one to dwell on whether someone likes you or not, you push through, introducing yourself with a raised out hand. stiles is quick to latch on, spewing out his full government name. then once he catches the confusion on your face, he tells you that you could call him stiles.

imagine going to lydias house party, that very night. running into all your newfound friends, dancing and drinking a little. then seeing your shy new lab partner chasing after his drunk friend. but also allison chasing after the drunk friend. whats his name again? shawn? smith? stiles? no- wait stiles is yours. scott! its scott. but by the time you have that revelation, the three are already outside. so you watch as allison gets into some random car and stiles stands are dumbfounded. scott has seemingly disappeared, and there's an unease building in your chest. who was that guy with allison? stiles, sensing someone behind him, turns around to face the one person he doesn't want to see at the moment. not because he doesn't like you, but because he is pretty sure his best friend is a freaking werewolf.

imagine asking him if he knew who allison got in the car with, and getting an unsavory response. great, your new friend might get murdered and tossed into the woods tonight. the alcohol is catching up to you rather quickly, and the worry is only increasing. stiles starts to make a move to his car, eager to see if scott went back home when you wrap a hand around his upper arm. it's not harsh or anything, so he doesn't flinch, but he is confused. you ask him if he will give you a ride to allisons, because you guys live close together and you want to make sure she gets home safe. stiles immediately says yes, but tells you he has to make a quick stop at scotts. something about possible alcohol poisoning or something, which makes your head spin. oh fuck, what if you have that?

imagine being told to wait in the car as stiles goes into scotts house. the boy is very persistent as you try to help him out. he offers to get you fries from the local drive-through if you just please stay in the car. that gets you to comply, so you're left staring out the window. it doesn't take long for stiles to come running out of the house and speeding down the street. you don't even have to ask because he tells you that allison went home with this guy derek who is very very evil. you never get those fries. but the good news is that allison is alive!

imagine stiles walking you to your door because you and allison really do live right next to each other. you guys don't say much, the adrenaline rush already crashing. you guys are about to part ways when you stop him and ask for his number. he seems like a nice guy and you joke about how you'll harass him until he gets you those fries. his heart does cartwheels as you exchange digits, and makes a mental note to kill scott. in a perfect world, you two would have managed to spend the whole night together, but scotts newfound supernatural abilities are already infiltrating stiles life.

imagine waking up the next morning with a pounding headache and a text from stiles telling you to get dressed cause he is coming over in fifteen minutes. it has you smiling like a child and it feels so goddamn good. maybe this kid will be cooler than you imagined. he pulls into your driveway and you open the door to see him with iced vanilla lattes and Mcdonald's french fries. this guy might just be an angel. you let him in and for the rest of the morning, you guys eat and talk about nothing while lounging around your room.

[uhhhj13iguess]

that was the best sleep i've had in months

stiles x reader (no use of (y/n))

wc: 1.7k

yucky tooth rotting sweet fluff that i couldn't write without smiling, pls enjoy

masterlist

the drive back from mexico was dead silent. no one had the energy to make small talk, let alone process all that had happened as they rescued their friends from kate. despite everything, scott insisted on driving, barely staying conscious enough to get them home as kira slept in the passenger seat. stiles sat in the back wedged between you and liam, staring out the window as flashbacks tormented his utterly exhausted mind.

he knew everything had resolved itself. he knew the deadpool was over, kate was being taken care of, derek was fine, everyone was safe. but it only filled him with more dread. he couldn't help but obsess over what was going to happen next. he loved his friends, and he wanted to do nothing but the absolute most to come to their rescue, but after months and months, and years of life-threatening events one after the other, he didn't know how to do it anymore. he didn't know how to keep going and how to not live in a constant state of fight or flight without breaking, he didn't know how to handle --

stiles' mind went from a painful spiral to completely barren in the matter of a second.

there was a pressure on his right shoulder, and he would be lying if he said his first thought wasn't liam -- he barely made it through the full moon, let alone the rest of the evenings events. but as he turned to his left and saw liam's head resting against the window, he swallowed a lump in his throat.

he looked over to see you asleep, your cheek squished against his shoulder as you breathed deeply, looking the most at ease he's seen you in weeks. you stirred, subconsciously trying to get more comfortable and resting more of your body against him.

and so many emotions overcame him

he's so afraid. afraid to move an inch, for the car to hit a bump in the road, for anyone to start talking. anything that would wake you. he knew how exhausted you were and was so relieved to see you asleep. and he so anxious of anything disturbing that.

he was also anxious for another reason.

you were touching him. your touch made it impossible for him not to move, much to his dismay. but your body against his felt as though it was burning his skin.

he lived for the moments the two of you accidentally touched and even made efforts to sneak them in as he could. but for it to happen so organically, of your own volition? everything felt hot to the touch.

even if not of your own volition -- maybe it was an accident. maybe you had fallen asleep upright, and after a turn, you'd fallen against him. he didn't care why it happened. he was just so grateful it did.

that was his primary emotion: complete gratitude to whatever chain of events put him in this position. you were so close to him. he could smell your perfume, hear your soft breathing, and feel how warm you were against him. he found comfort in how peaceful you were.

he sat like that until he himself couldn't keep his eyes open. he was so exhausted and your presence put him in a trance. his own head slumped against yours as he passed out.

scott switched lanes, peaking at his mirrors to check the empty desert road behind him. what he saw made him double-take, eyes widening and the sight waking him up instantly. in the small mirror, he saw the two of you cuddled up, heads pressed together and limbs entangled.

he let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"took them long enough."

kira stirred in her seat next to him, letting out a yawn and soft whine as she stretched out her arms. she rubbed her eyes, looking at scott.

"what'd y'say?" she slurred.

scott kept his eyes on the road, nodding his head to the backseat with a smirk.

"i said it only took them long enough. i was sure it was going to happen last week when we went to the movies."

he had to shush kira at her burst of laughing towards his comment, reducing her cackle to a giggle and looking back to see if she had woken them up.

"don't wake them! this is like, his biggest dream come true."

kira smiled at the two, slipping a ten dollar bill from scott's wallet on the dashboard. "i told you it would happen soon. she can't take her eyes off of him, it's so obvious."

scott shook his head in defeat, still holding a smile. "i just didn't think he had it in him. i'm proud."

stiles woke up as he felt the car coming to a stop. he opened his eyes, lifting his head to look around him and gage the situation. in his half-awake state, he acted unconsciously, acknowledging your presence against him with a hand reaching out and cradling your head, his fingers running through your hair softly. he looked outside to see they were outside his house, scott parking in his driving and turning around to stiles with a huge grin on his face.

stiles was more awake now. he looked down at you, eyes bulging out of his head, and back to scott with his mouth slightly agape. he couldn't come up with a single thing to explain himself out of this one.

"okay, we're running in to use the bathroom quick before we head out. i suggest you wake up sleeping beauty there and see if she's planning to stay with you or if we need to drop her off on the way." scott winked and stiles was left alone with you in the car, the other three making their way into his house while snickering to each other.

stiles turned back to you, resuming his light movements on your head. he shifted a little, moving his other arm from your lap to your face, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

he called your name out a few times, gradually getting louder to wake you softly. you stirred against him, moving your hands to your eyes, rubbing them harshly as you looked up towards him.

it was at this point you became aware of the position you two were in. your legs were crossed with his (borderline in his lap) and your full left side leaned against him, your head on his shoulder. you blushed instantly and froze, not knowing how to proceed.

sure, you may have intentionally went to lay your head on his shoulder as you were drifting off, but you didn't mean to practically mount the man in the backseat surrounded by your friends.

stiles gave you a soft smile. "we made it home."

you let out a soft hum.

"we're at my house right now, everyone ran inside to freshen up before leaving. do you..."

he trailed off, shifting his legs slightly apart from yours and growing more visibly anxious. "do you want to stay the night here? scott's also willing to drive you home, if you want. i just didn't know if you'd, um, want to be alone or not, you know?"

you smiled and looked down into your lap. nodding, you began to peel yourself off of him, from what looked to be his dismay.

"that sounds nice stiles, thanks. and thank you for letting me use you as a pillow the whole ride. I'm pretty fucking exhausted."

he smiled back at you, "ditto." crawling his way out of the backseat after you, he then grabbed both of your bags and led you inside.

after saying goodnight to your friends, stiles shuffled around the living room as he gathered blankets and pillows on the couch. "my dad's on night shift tonight. I'll set up here and you can have my room. you can grab some sweats or anything from my dresser if you'd like."

you shifted slightly in your stance, working up the courage to say something you didn't even know how to get out.

"i don't want you to have to sleep on the couch."

stiles was still focused on his makeshift bed, chuckling to himself.

"i've slept on the chair in scott's rooms hundreds of times, this couch is a luxury."

"stiles,"

"no really, i don't mind at all. i'd rather be woken up early when my dad gets in instead of having you wake up, i-"

"stiles."

he stopped what he was doing and turned to face you, concern washing over his face as he studied you.

"what is it?"

"i- i mean i just like, i," you took a deep breath. now or never, you supposed.

"sleeping with you in the car was the best sleep I've gotten in months." you rushed out in a hushed tone.

stiles stared at you, his face unreadable. every bit of confidence you had built up was being shred apart, and you could feel your resolve slipping, making you contemplate how quickly you could book it for the front door. you sat anxiously, waiting for a response.

"are you asking me... to-"

"i'm sorry, wow, that was embarrassing. i actually think I'm going to just head back home, I'm sorry to-"

"no wait, please, you didn't-"

"even be here, let alone say what I just said. I'll see you-"

"do anything, please. stay."

you stopped in your evacuation out his front door and faced him.

"stay, please. i've never felt more safe and sound than while sleeping on the ride back with you."

you stared at him, a blush fighting its way to flush your cheeks.

"really?"

he nodded, taking a step towards you. "really. i didn't ask because I didn't want to push any boundaries or make you uncomfortable, but there's nothing I would rather do right now than have you in my arms and lay with you for the next, I, god honestly for as long as you'll let me."

you smiled at him, glancing down at your feet as his words rushed warmth all over your body. you turned back around, and started walking. he ran immediately after you. "wait, I'm sorry i-"

your hand hit the railing of the staircase as you looked towards him, extending a hand. "are you coming? I'm really tired stiles."

he let out a sigh of relief, shaking his head with a small chuckle. he took your hand and followed you up the steps, ready to finally get some well-deserved rest.

[luckypunklemonade]

Nothing to Lose

| Did you ever realize how far apart you and Stiles grew, even as you spent hours together?

[smut MDNI 18+ established relationship; oral (fem receiving)] Classic overworked loser boyfriend! (canon) Stiles Stilinski

This work belongs to me, luckypunklemonade (Minte_Condition on AO3). I do not give anyone permission to distribute or share my work without consent.

You’ve always trusted Stiles to know his limits. Never badgered him if he wanted to stay up into the early morning hours researching niche supernatural events or when he’d say he survived off of microwave dinners and PB&J's and hasn’t drank water in a few days. Of course, he loved it when you sternly told him that wasn’t healthy, that he should get more sleep or get up to get him a cup of water. He loved that about you. Seeing you cared when it mattered.

It started when you took his hand in yours and brought it up to your mouth. Pressing small kisses to each of his knuckles, punctuating words he wasn’t listening to. “Stiles?” You frowned, giving up on the conversation.

“Hm?” He’d blink as if his eyelids were sticking together; slow, fazed and distracted.

“You’re not listening,” you’d said, kissing his fingertips.

“M’listening. I was…” he tested bending his fingers, smiling when your lips followed. “I was…”

You could hear the thought die in his throat, the remnants leaving in the form of a small moan as you take his ring finger between your lips.

“Let me make it up to you.”

Then he was resting his cheek against your inner thigh, eyes already glazing over and eyebrows knitted dramatically. An overwhelmed and weak expression. When you had told him you liked it when he looked like that, you suspected he started looking at you with those half-lidded eyes and slightly-parted mouth more often. Whatever makes you happy.

When he spoke in a needy whisper, his voice took on a gravelly static. His ‘M’s and ‘S’s slurring and spilling over into the next word after it. He lost the sense to enunciate words or put much work into the praises and instead focused his efforts into watching your face and sliding his fingers between your legs and letting out a deep exhale, something about how wet you are leaving with it.

It’s been a while for sure. Since you’ve had time for each other. Since you got time alone, really. Consumed by school, work, and helping the pack. You’d joked that the pack couldn’t survive without two humans, he laughed, and you both went back to work. It was comfortable. You hadn’t realized how badly you needed to just be with him until he’d coincidentally sat next to you in the bed for a small break. Reading through the notes you’d both taken, switching the notebook between backpacks every research session, you leaned into him.

Now, he was looking up at you from between your legs, almost cross-eyed at the slick covering his thumb. And when his head dipped down, ready to coat his mouth in you, he knew your mouth would fall open. He knew it did something to you, the boldness of his eye contact while he did something like this, lapping at you, hands holding your thighs down, and humming into you every so often as if he wanted this as much as you did. As your head lolled back, he smiled against you and reached up to hold your hand. He gently guided your hand to the top of his head, his moan vibrating against you as your nails scratch softly at his scalp. He lifts his head and gives you a crooked grin. His lips are wet and his eyes almost sparkle as his voice comes out cracking in need. “M’listening now, sweetheart.”

Before you could answer, his head dipped back down, sucking softly as your hands tighten in his hair. Stiles was indulgent. In his research, mostly, losing track of time and awareness of his own needs. He was often dehydrated, tired, and hungry, making you out to be his guardian angel every time you came over to remind him. He said his ADHD gave him an addictive personality, or his father’s genes. At the very least, he was obsessive. It was useful in research, but you never imagined how advantageous it’d be if he set his sights on you.

He grinned against you and pulled away again, impatient to get his words out. Your eyes fluttered seeing him lick his lips and the words that come out are barely heard, “Missed you.”

The sight makes your heart flutter. His awkward smile because he’d stopped to tell you. His chin was still shiny, and he licked his lips again, enunciating for the first time since you’d kissed his neck,

“I missed you, honey. Am I makin’ it up to you?”

[imjusthopelessenough]

Sterek Rec List

I've been reading fanfiction for a long time and so I've finally decided to make use of my skills and rec all of the fics that I would recommend anyone that considers themselves a fan of the ship to read. I feel like there's something here for everyone, so peruse at your leisure! If you liked a fic, make sure to leave kudos and comments for the author! (Feel free to come and chat about it with me as well!)

Obligatory disclaimer: Just because I read a certain trope, or idea does not mean that I agree with it or align my values with it. Read at your own discretion.

Don't Speak - Fatale 68k multi-chaptered

Summary:

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something's wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can't understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it's gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he's lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends? Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

oh my god. Saying I love this fic is an understatement. I would recommend this to anyone, regardless of if they've watched the hellscape that is Teen Wolf. It's absolutely beautifully written and I feel like it's one of the rare fanfiction pieces that accurately represents a disability as well as hospital procedures. Not once did I get the feeling of "He would not fucking say that." Since stumbling across this I've read it multiple times, I truly cannot say a single bad thing about it. If you like a fic that is pure Stiles Whump but still keeps that "I have to keep fighting" vibe, this is a must read.

2. Home - TheTypeWriterGirl 167k multi-chaptered

Summary:

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death. The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was. So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Home, my beloved. I love this fic so much. Such an accurate description of what it's like to be grieving and how PTSD can manifest. I typically stray away from fics that involve character deaths like this because it can feel really pointless and is really only a means in which to get two people in a room fucking. This is not that. The sheriff dying not only serves as the major plot point of the entire fic it drives the narrative. We also get to explore Derek's trauma and how it coincides with what Stiles is going through. An added bonus, there's art for every chapter and it is beautifully done and really helps encapsulate you into what's going on. You can tell that the author went back and forth with what they wrote and what they drew to match the details. If you're looking for a weekend read that includes nothing but domestic activities and little to no werewolf fighting action with very lore accurate characters, this is for you!

3. To Have Outlived the Night - stillane 23k one-shot

Summary:

Derek steps away from the window. “You helped me. They took that as a declaration.”

I'm frothing at the mouth and eating glass for this one. I love this fic so much. Since the summary doesn't really list out what's going on let me tell you. There are multiple hunter families in town and they've got their eyes on the prize for Alpha Derek. Stiles and Derek are at their "I hate you but I guess I'll save your life," phases. They bond over being nerds, being in a fake-relationship, and categorizing the hunter families. The ending is also so funny I cackled the first time I read it no joke. If you're looking for fake (but really not) relationship and forced bonding time this is the one for you!

4. Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves - owlpostagain 35k, one-shot

Summary:

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” “There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him --- Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

To start, anything that Owlpostagain writes is amazing and should be read, regardless of if you enjoy that fandom. I love them, and you will probably see their fics recced somewhere in this list again or in a different list. This is a what-if situation of what if Stiles didn't grow up with Scott. It's a nice medium length and is a mostly just really fun lighthearted read with pack feels. Also Scott is actually a good friend (mostly) Good for someone looking for something to kill a few hours that wants pack feels, Derek being treasured, and Stiles being an essential part of the pack.

5. Night Owls Early Birds - Lissadiane 24k one-shot (but part 1 in a series!)

Summary:

Confession: Stiles is afraid of having magic. The Spark had been cool. It had been small, manageable. He could do some funky stuff with Mountain Ash, all with the power of belief. And now here he is, his Spark blown wide open, apparently coming down with a fatal case of magical overload, and all that stands between him and bleeding out is a grumpy owl that looks suspiciously like a feathered version of Derek Hale. (In which Stiles learns he's a witch, but instead of a wand and a trip to Diagon Alley, he gets blood magic, a grumpy and reluctant owl as his companion, and an accidental blood bond with Derek Hale.)

I have a big thing for witch Stiles. Like a massive thing. I also have a big thing for whump Stiles who is also a bamf. If you also love these things you need to read this! However, you should definitely read the notes on this fic before reading, as there's a lot of gory details. I also love the way Derek is portrayed in this, and everything feels very in character. The owl is a bonus character and should be cherished. If you're looking for a fic that is high-action, worried Derek, BAMF stiles, you should read this!

6. Somewhere to Start - Lissadiane 33k one shot (but part 1 in a series!)

Summary:

Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life. An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It's all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.

Another Lissadiane piece because like I stated earlier, I love whump witch Stiles, it's my number one trope for this fandom. I have to say, the summary doesn't do this fic justice. If you're looking for a fic to read to kill a few hours that is very fast action paced that still keeps on the more lighthearted side, this ones for you!

7. Integral to Survival - placeholdr 8k one shot (must have ao3 to read)

Summary:

Derek is in the cell for about ten minutes before the lone door opens and a new body is tossed in. The person hits the floor with a grunt, rolls, and stands as the door is clanging shut. “That’s really not the way to treat a guest!”

You'll notice that this is another whump Stiles fic with Derek being protective and getting his ass beat for it. I plead the fifth. I love the dynamics in this fic and find that most of the character interactions are well-written. If you're looking for a short read that is basically just Stiles and Derek getting their asses beat and recuperating, this is one for you!

8. We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) - notthequiettype 25k one-shot (Must have ao3 to read)

Summary:

Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree. As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

Another Stiles whump who could have guessed! Nah but for real I love this fic, it's very cute and I enjoy the character dynamics between Stiles and Derek here. To truly summarize this fic, Stiles keeps getting in minor injuries and Derek shakes his head and does his mojo thing while pretending to be annoyed. Also, Derek makes annotations on Stiles' incorrect lore. It's very cute. If you're looking for a fic to occupy an hour or two that includes forced bonding and fondly annoyed Derek, look no further!

9. Glazed and Confused - wishingonalightningbolt 13k one-shot

Summary:

or, In Which Love is More Important than Donuts. Stiles is a forensic tech with the San Diego FBI. He thinks he's been fairly lucky, since he's never had his life threatened, sustained few injuries, and only has to work with his least favorite agent every once in a while. And then all of that changes.

Standoffish FBI Derek with super smart lab boy Stiles, sign me up babey!! This is another one of my favorite tropes and it's a shame that there aren't more well-written ones out there. To summarize this fic, Derek and Stiles are coworkers in a crime lab like that one CSI show. Stiles is the goth chick, and Derek is the white haired DILF. If you're looking for a cute short AU read that still keeps the character's personalities, read this! (Side note, TW for preg loss it's not mentioned in the tags because it's a very minor short thing that's literally 2 sentences)

10. Untamed - rosepetals42 28k one shot

Summary:

Of course, the transfer kid gets mentioned because transfers are rare, but the news isn’t that exciting. In fact, according to Laura, no one even seems to know his first name. The only thing anyone has really figured out about him is that he’s American. And that’s not exactly hard because he obviously has an accent. The only thing Derek really knows is that, despite other reports, he seems quiet enough, prefers to work alone, and has the most amazing shade of amber eyes that Derek has ever seen. Not that he’s looking. Obviously. OR: A Harry Potter AU where Stiles is a Slytherin transfer student and Derek is the grumpy Gryffindor who falls in love with him. There are also potions, elves, and falcons involved. Oh, and illegal use of magic. Obviously.

This is one of those rare Sterek fics where Derek is not an asshole and Stiles is not somebody that just yaps and yaps for no reason but it's still in character! Plus HP AU! Obligatory fuck JK Rowling. The essentials of this fic are that Derek is a nerd, Stiles is a genius and homesick, and Derek's family are all here! This is a good read for if you're wanting a meet-cute that still follows all of the logic of how the characters interact with one another.

[fairytales-and-folklore]

My Friend Thinks You're Cute

Teen Wolf » Sterek

Title: My Friend Thinks You're Cute

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Teen Wolf (Masterlist)

Relationship: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: And that's when Stiles sees him, standing in the middle of the crowd, swathed in a black leather jacket, eyes alight as he flashes Stiles the most dazzlingly perfect smile. Derek The Music Major. The guy Stiles has had a massive crush on ever since they shared a class together in Stiles's freshman year. The guy who went on to graduate later that spring and leave town to go on tour with his band. The guy who composed such beautiful music that it made Stiles fall even more stupidly in love with him. The guy who wrote the lyrics to the song he's currently up on stage singing motherfucking karaoke to. So yeah, Stiles is pretty sure he's going to kill his best friends for dragging him along to this party.

"This is my friend. He loves your work. Big fan," McCall informs him, gesturing to the mortified guy with the adorably disheveled dark brown hair, wide brown eyes, and a blush as deep as his scarlet jacket. "Also, he thinks you're cute," McCall adds, a big goofy grin spreading across his face. "And I'm like 98% sure he's thought of you naked."

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So yeah, Stiles is pretty sure he's going to kill his best friends. After two long, exhausting weeks of relentless badgering, Stiles had finally given in and agreed to accompany Scott and Danny to their stupid goddamn dorm party. He'd figured, fuck it, he's a senior, he's so close to graduation he can almost taste it, he can abandon his studies for one Saturday night and try to have a good time.

What he hadn't factored in was his meddling, dumbass friends dragging him up on stage and announcing to the whole room that he was the next karaoke performance of the night. Rolling his eyes at Scott and Danny's cheers, jeers, and catcalls, Stiles makes his way over to the monitor and begins flipping through their song selection. The overwhelming majority of it is early 2000's garbage with a few 80's power ballads and 90's pop remixes thrown in, and just when Stiles is about to resign himself to performing Bye Bye Bye or Don't Stop Believing in front of a crowd of judgmental drunken college kids, he comes across a newer track he'd never expected to find in a karaoke lineup.

"Uh, hi," Stiles winces as the microphone gives an ear piercing screech, and the crowd grumbles and groans. "So, most of you probably haven't even heard of this song. The band's kind of new, only really started gaining traction about two or three years ago, I think? Fun fact for out-of-towners, their lead guitarist actually grew up in Beacon Hills and went to this school. He also wrote the song I'm about to perform, which I've heard, like, dozens of times on some pretty popular radio stations, so I guess that means there's hope out there for the rest of us art students. Anyway, here's my horribly butchered rendition of the song Triskelion by The Alphas."

Sweating bullets, Stiles clicks play and cradles the microphone in the palms of his shaking hands, eyes fixed resolutely to the monitor, not daring to look at the audience. The monitor displays an error message and gives him the blue screen of death, refusing to let the lyrics scroll across the screen, but it doesn't really matter, because Stiles knows them all by heart. 

The overhead lights cast the stage in a golden glow, blinding Stiles to the surrounding world so that the crowd is just a sea of blurred faces. For a moment, he can pretend that it's just him, alone in his dorm room, or in the driver's seat of his powder blue Jeep with the radio on full blast, and really give it his all. So he does. Stiles sings his heart out. And it's actually…well, not great, but not terrible, either. Much to his surprise, everyone starts cheering him on, singing at the top of their lungs along with him, and Stiles is delighted by the fact that they all seem to share his love for his favorite band.

And that's when Stiles sees him, standing in the middle of the crowd, swathed in a black leather jacket, eyes alight as he flashes Stiles the most dazzlingly perfect smile. Derek The Music Major. The guy Stiles has had a massive crush on ever since they shared a class together in Stiles's freshman year. The guy who went on to graduate later that spring and leave town to go on tour with his band.The guy who composed such beautiful music that it made Stiles fall even more stupidly in love with him when he happened upon one of his live performances on YouTube the following summer. The guy who wrote the lyrics to the song he's currently up on stage singing motherfucking karaoke to. Derek Hale, Beacon Hills sweetheart, local legend, and international rising star. Derek Hale, lead guitarist of The Alphas.

Oh

My

God

It's a feat of fucking heroics and sheer dumb luck that keeps Stiles's voice steady until the very end of the song, and then he's bolting off the stage and colliding face-first with a wall of muscle in the shape of his two best friends.

"Hey man, you did great up there!" Scott beams at him, his smile so warm and sincere, so filled with pride, that Stiles finds it difficult to stay mad at him. Stiles has known Scott since kindergarten, and he's pretty damn sure that Scott is an actual ray of sunshine in human form.

…and then there's Danny.

"Seriously, Stilinski. That was pretty damn impressive," Danny agrees with an air of genuine surprise. And honestly, coming from Danny, that's like, god-tier praise. If Stiles wasn't freaking the fuck out, he'd probably take a moment to bask in it, ask if he can get it writing, and then gloat so hard it sours Danny's mood and makes him threaten to take it back.

"Dude, you are not going to believe who I just saw," Stiles exclaims, one hand gripping each of their shoulders so that they're just standing there in the middle of the common room like an awkward triangle. 

"So, you remember that guy that— oh my god, there he is," Stiles groans, bolting side to side in a panicked attempt to duck behind a corner, but as tragedy would have it, there aren't any corners in the epicenter of a room. Why aren't there ever any corners when you actually need them? Why do corners only ever seem to exist when you're in a rush and you're not paying attention and you bash your face into an inconveniently placed patch of hard plaster? There should at least be a column, or a couch, or something. In the end, he figures using Scott and Danny as a human shield is as good a hiding place as any.

"Can you fucking not," Danny growls as Stiles all but claws at his neck to peer over his shoulder. "Who are you even—"

Danny squints in the direction of a dark-haired man with hazel eyes and a chiseled jaw peppered with five o'clock shadow, backed into a far corner of the room, smiling awkwardly as a gaggle of fans bombard him with photo ops and autographs.

"Is that who I think it is?" Danny gasps dramatically, and there's something in the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, like he's enjoying a private joke, that makes Stiles quirk an eyebrow.

"Holy shit," Scott exclaims, eyes widening in theatrical surprise. "It's Derek The Music Major!"

"Yeah, well, it's Derek the fucking sex god rock star now, isn't it?" Stiles practically moans, scrubbing his hands through his hair and burying his face into Scott's shoulder. "Ugh, he's even more unattainable than he was before. How is that even possible? And like, more to the point, why is he even here?"

"Oh, uh…" Scott's voice rises a half octave, a telltale sign that he's about to lie through his teeth and make it sound casual. "I think Derek's cousin goes here. Miguel, or something."

Stiles lifts his head up, eyes narrowed in suspicion as he fixes Scott with a scrutinizing glare. Scott keeps his gaze resolutely glued to the floor, looking for all the world like a guilt-ridden golden retriever who'd just been caught digging in the garden.

"What," Stiles spits, an entire world's emphasis on the t.

"What?" Scott and Danny ask in mirrored tones of mock innocence.

"You…you guys knew he was going to be here, didn't you?" Stiles sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"We…might have heard something about that," Danny offers around an infuriatingly amused little chuckle.

"We overheard Miguel talking about it a couple of weeks ago," Scott bursts out, physically incapable of keeping this a secret for even a second longer. "Apparently, Derek and his bandmates are back in town for the summer, and they got invited to come and perform at his cousin's friend's party. This party."

"And you guys thought it would be a great idea for me to go up on stage and make an ass out of myself…singing one of Derek's songs…in front of Derek," Stiles says slowly, his tone positively drenched in quietly seething sarcasm.

"Relax," Danny says, rolling his eyes. "What we did was get you noticed."

"Yeah, man," Scott jumps in with a barely contained goofy grin, trying and failing to look solemn and apologetic. "He was totally checking you out. It was so obvious."

"Didn't you see the way he kept smiling at you?" Danny asks.

"He was probably laughing his ass off at the dipshit butchering the fuck out of one of his songs," Stiles whines, smacking his head repeatedly into the side of Scott's shoulder.

"Ugh, you're impossible," Scott groans, rolling his eyes and fixing Danny with a pleading sort of look.

"Yeah, look, this whole pity party thing you're got going on? It's boring," Danny scoffs, wrenching Stiles away from his makeshift hiding place and clapping both hands on either side of his shoulders. 

"You've been sweet on the guy for like, what…three and a half years now? If you won't take the chance and finally introduce yourself, then—" Danny pauses, peering over Stiles's shoulder to stare resolutely at Scott, seconds passing as the two of them share some kind of bizarre, silent conversation over the top of Stiles's head that ends with Danny setting his lips into a determined line and giving Scott a curt nod.

"Scotty," he says with a melodramatic sigh. "I think it's about time we take matters into our own hands."

"Just like we rehearsed?" Scott replies with a crooked smile. Without warning, Scott and Danny each grab a hold of one of Stiles's arms and start marching him toward Derek's corner of the room. The ruckus of muffled shouting and flailing limbs that it causes scatters the crowd of fawning fans, clearing a direct path. 

Derek quirks an eyebrow as he stares back and forth between the three of them, taking in the perplexing but not altogether unwelcome sight of a guy with adorably disheveled dark brown hair, wide brown eyes, and a blush as deep as his scarlet jacket, sandwiched in between two thoroughly amused smirking faces. 

The guy in the middle swallows thickly, and Derek watches with spellbound awe as his Adam's apple bounces along the curves of his mole-and-freckle-dappled throat. His eyes glaze over as he imagines, for the briefest of seconds, what it might be like to graze his teeth along those curves. The sound of someone's voice breaks him out of his wandering thoughts, and Derek shakes his head as if to clear it.

"Hi," the guy on the right with the crooked smile and kind eyes addresses him. Name's McCall, if memory serves him. Derek vaguely remembers seeing the name printed across his jersey on the rare occasion he'd managed to make it to one of his cousin's lacrosse games.

"This is my friend," McCall informs him, gesturing to the mortified guy in the middle. And this is must be…Stilinski, #24, Derek muses. Spends more time on the bench than out on the field. "He loves your work. Big fan."

Instinctively, Derek goes into Greeting Your Fans mode, smiles politely, and prepares himself for another flash of a camera, but then—

"Also, he thinks you're cute," McCall adds, a big goofy grin spreading across his face. "And I'm like 98% sure he's thought of you naked."

Stilinski splutters, turning toward McCall with a manic look in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm 110% sure," the guy to the left confirms with a barely contained smirk. Mahealani. This one, Derek definitely knows. Miguel won't outright admit it, but he's got a bit of a thing for this guy. Blushes every time he walks by. "I literally walked in on him once while he was—"

"Anyway," McCall interjects, clapping a hand over Mahealani's mouth, eyes growing wide as he realizes, albeit a bit too late, that that may have been taking it too far. "We're gonna go, and leave you two to get better acquainted."

"You're dead to me!" Stiles calls after them in a playful sing-song voice as his traitorous friends swagger off in the direction of the pong table, cackling madly, twin shit-eating grins plastered across their faces. Cheekbones prickling with the equivalent of an instant sunburn, Stiles slowly turns back toward Derek.

"Well," he says with mock cheerfulness, stuffing his fists into the pockets of his dark red jacket. "I'm gonna go find the nearest bridge and jump off. Nice meeting you."

He makes to turn away, but Derek reaches out and places a hand across his shoulder, hoping to stop him.

"Wait," he says. "Please don't be embarrassed. Honestly, that was funny as fuck, and I am, like, so beyond flattered. Can I at least know your name?"

Stiles pauses, sets his lips into a hard, thin line, turns back to face Derek, resolutely avoiding having to look directly at him, and sighs.

"It's Stiles," he says.

"Derek," he replies jovially, extending a hand for Stiles to shake, ridiculously formal.

"I know, dude," Stiles laughs, rolling his eyes. "You're like, super famous."

Derek gives a half-hearted shrug, like he genuinely hadn't even noticed, and says, "Yeah, I guess…but am I cute? Your friends said you thought I was cute."

Stiles barks out a laugh, hastily covering up his mouth with the back of his hand. He rearranges his features into something akin to casual indifference, and says, "I mean…I guess you could say that."

Derek laughs, quirking an appraising eyebrow as his gaze flits across Stiles's face, lingering at the curves of his collarbones just visible beneath a pale blue form-fitting henley, before dipping down to admire the cut of his torso. Stiles swallows thickly.

"You're cute, too," Derek says, his smile warm and genuine. "And you've got a nice voice."

Stiles's eyes widen. Oh fuck. That's right. Motherfucking karaoke.

"Oh my god, shut up, no I don't," Stiles laughs, shaking his head as he shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket, absentmindedly kicking the toes of his sneakers into the hardwood floor.

"No, I'm serious. You were great," Derek insists. Stiles chances a look up at him, heart leaping into his throat at the sweet sincerity he finds there. And then—

"You look so familiar," Derek says with a sudden, sharp intake of breath, head tilted to the side, brows furrowed in concentration as he scrutinizes the details of Stiles's face. "Have we met before?"

"Econ 311," Stiles replies with a shaky sigh.

"Oh my god, that's right!" Derek exclaims, realization dawning on him. "You were that smart-mouthed little shit who always got on Finstock's last nerve. Man, that guy hated you."

Well, Stiles muses, there are definitely worse ways to be remembered.

"I like to think we had a love/hate relationship," Stiles chuckles, delighted over the simple joy of having made Derek laugh.

"Yeah, I thought that was you. Didn't recognize you at first without the buzzcut," Derek reminisces. "You were pretty cute back then, too."

"Yeah, okay," Stiles quips with a hollow laugh. "There's no way in hell a guy like you ever looked twice at a guy like me."

A frustrated crease sets into Derek's forehead, lips twisted into a frown as his eyes bore into Stiles's, studying him like he's a puzzle he can't quite figure out. And what a ridiculous moment this is for Stiles to notice just how thick and full Derek's eyelashes are, to become mesmerized by the honest to god sparkle that dances in his irises like a goddamn Disney prince.

"So," Derek says after a moment, ripping Stiles out of his reverie. "How did I look?"

"Sorry, what?" Stiles shakes his head, genuinely confused.

"Your friends also said that you've thought about me naked," Derek says with a casual shrug, but the Cheshire Cat grin that spreads across his face is anything but. "Did I look good?"

Stiles's eyes widen in shock. Scarlet paints the pulse points across the hollow of his cheekbones and the base of his throat in bright, angry blotches. He opens his mouth, willing the perfect string of words to come and save him from the nightmare of a plot twist this conversation has taken, but all that comes out is a series of high pitched squeaking.

"Damn. That good, huh?" Derek bites his lower lip, and Stiles about dies, because it is simultaneously the hottest and most adorable thing he's ever seen in his entire life.

"Well, I hope I live up to your expectations," Derek sighs around a barely contained smirk, and the blue screen of death flashes across Stiles's mind. "You wanna go out for coffee sometime, see where this goes?"

What?

What?!

This can't actually be happening. There's no way in hell this is real. This is the part where Stiles wakes up, and realizes that it was all a dream. 

Derek pauses, eyebrows raised, waiting for his response. A string of unintelligible nonsense tumbles out of Stiles's mouth, none of it any actual words.

Derek chuckles softly, rummaging through the pockets of his leather jacket before withdrawing a bright blue pen, and scrawling his number on the back of Stiles's hand. Derek's fingertips curl into the palm of his hand, and Stiles forgets how to breathe.

"Give me a call if you're interested," Derek says, flashing Stiles a positively radiant smile and giving his hand an affectionate squeeze, before turning on his heel and sauntering off in the direction of his beckoning bandmates.

Seconds later, Scott and Danny emerge from out of the shadows, clapping Stiles on the back and ruffling his hair, chanting a resounding chorus of I told you so.

"You're welcome," Danny says with a smug smile. 

"And now it's my turn," he says, taking off in hot pursuit of Derek's cousin.

[kitchenisking]

Sterek Fic Rec

Second night of chunnuka!

As it Should Be by KuroKitty (HaleYes) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,240, sterek)

Stiles comes home from his 18th birthday party at the bowling alley to find a surprise waiting for him in his room.

Or, the one where Derek has no chill.

Daddy. by Krose_16 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,430, sterek)

Stiles smells like someone else. A certain alpha doesn't like it.

Daddy's Boy by Snare - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,822, sterek)

Stiles has been blushing around him all week, sputtering and cheeks going red. It’s only after a pack meeting when Derek finally sees the soft pink lace peaking out from under his waistband.

you're still you by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 7,292, sterek)

[excerpt] Stiles takes a deep breath and follows the pull of their bond to the kitchen. He stops short when he sees Derek sitting at the table. His brows are furrowed with worry and his eyes are closed. But that’s not what makes Stiles’s heart skips a beat.

No, it’s the fact that Derek, his thirty-two-year-old husband, looks half his age now. As in literally half his age. There’s no way that the man sitting in front of him is older than sixteen.

“What the fuck?” Stiles blurts out, and Derek’s eyes shoot open, the chair clattering back as he stands as if Stiles surprised him. And that just goes to show that something is seriously wrong because Stiles has only ever been able to do that when Derek’s stressed and lost in thought. “What the hell happened?”

…or the murder husbands fic that’s mostly sweet while bby Derek takes care of his pregnant mate.

Neither Here Nor There by FelOllie - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,083, sterek)

"Yeah." Stiles ran a hand through hair he hadn't washed in days, not since he'd come home from his dad's to find the loft littered with shotgun shells, black blood staining the floor and the heavy scent of wolfsbane cloyingly thick in the air, with Derek nowhere to be found. "We'll get him back. But..."

"What?" Scott asked, crossing the floor to stand before Stiles, lifting a comforting hand to his best friend's shoulder.

Stiles met Scott's eyes, his own orbs glittering with terrified tears. "What if he's just ash by then?"

Bright by thedevilyousay  - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 4,102, sterek)

"The strongest warlock in all the land uses his power to constantly kidnap the princess. Most people believe it’s because he’s in love with her, but they have it all wrong. He’s in love with the knight who always comes to save her."

or

Allison finally lets out all the air that’s been trapped in her lungs to giggle, a noise she quickly tries to cover with her hand. This is all too much though, honestly. Stiles isn’t even dressed, Derek has no idea that the mage only does this to see him, and she suddenly can’t remember if she took the kettle off the fire in Stiles kitchen before walking out here to greet her Knight. She tries to gather herself before she speaks.

Nothing Gory Means No Glory (but baby please don't bore me) by DefNotForWork - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,537, sterek)

“I don’t like them touching you,” he rumbled. “I don’t want anyone else touching you.” He leaned forward, and Stiles’ eyes went wide, thinking for one crazy second that the wolf might be leaning in for a kiss. He stood, frozen in place as Derek pressed in close, chest to chest, dragging his nose and then his stubbly cheek against the corner of Stiles’ slack, shocked mouth, down over his jaw and then to his neck. Stiles recognized it as scenting, but damn did it feel like so much more.

Or

Stiles puts himself in the way of a succubus, gets munched on, Derek talks about his feelings, and then they find true love. Not strictly in that order.

At Peace by RisingQueen2 (FallenQueen2) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,801, sterek)

Stiles spies Derek looking adorably soft and can’t help but go to him.

The End is the Beginning by AClosedFicIsNeverRead - (Rating: Mature, Words: 6,496, sterek)

When Chris returned to the living room, rifle in hand, Stiles – God help him – looked so relieved. 

“Thank you,” Stiles sighed. He sat up and closed his eyes, trying to hold himself somewhat still as he waited to die.

Chris clenched his jaw. Raised his rifle. Aimed with tearful eyes. And pulled the trigger. 

- OR - 

The one where Stiles is bitten and left for dead by a rogue Alpha without anyone knowing, becomes increasingly unstable, and asks Chris Argent to put him down. It doesn't go the way he expected it would...

let the tension seep from your bones by To_fill_the_sea - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,510, sterek)

Derek comes home from tracking a rogue alpha that was encroaching on his territory and threatening his town. When he finally fixes the problem and comes back home he finds Stiles crying in the shower. He then does what he can to soothe and help him.

[crownjewel123]

hiiii!!!

i had an idea for an isaac x fem!reader fic, i saw one about stiles ages ago and i still can’t find it but it was about the reader being a cheerleader and wearing stiles jersey for one of his lacrosse games. stiles had a pre-existing crush on her but they like didn’t talk much yk i just thought it was really cute and i was wondering if you could do something along the same lines but for isaac?

plsplspls i love ur work sm

Oh hell yeah! That’s honestly so adorable, and I wouldn’t mind to do one with Isaac that’s like that. (Credit to the op though, whomever you are- I haven’t read that one or I would tag).

Also thank you so much! I’m just getting back in to TW so I hope this does it some justice? I adore Isaac.

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Isaac Lahey is a cute guy.

Anyone with eyes can see it.

It’s become a sort of, tradition, on the girls cheer team to confess to their crushes in unconventional ways. What way exactly?

‘Borrowing’ a guys jersey and wearing it at the game. But the hardest part was finding a way to obtain it. I mean, asking directly has its perks sure- no when you’re trying to surprise someone though. Besides, as cute as he was, talking to Isaac directly just seemed a bit intimidating.

So, who better to ask than Scott McCall?

Finding him at his locker the day before the game was easy. He knew who you were, of course. Being one of his friends since the fourth grade had its perks. Nobody even bat an eye when you showed up at his locker beside him and Stiles.

“Hey Scott, can I ask you a favor?” You didn’t mind the way both of their gazes flickered to you. Not yet, anyway. Not even with Stiles apprehension- he always knew when you were planning something.

“Hey, what’s up?” Scott closes his locker as he pulls his books close, turning to face you directly.

“..Could you help me get one of Isaac’s jerseys for the game tomorrow?” As soon as the question left your lips- Stiles spit his water he had been sopping at. Lowering his drink from his lips, he looked to you directly.

“You-… you?! You… like LAHEY?” Stiles voice raised a few octaves as he spoke and you shushed him with a furrow of your brow. He didn’t need to spoil it now.

“Stiles, c’mon.” Scot gently nudges him with his shoulder to quiet down. “They’ve had a crush on Isaac since forever, how did you not know?”

Stiles is still muttering, he raises his arms and shoulders in a mock shrug. Maybe he was too caught up in everything else to notice. It’s not as if he was looking at you like that..

“Anyway,” Scott continues, throwing an amused glance at Stiles, “I’ll meet you at your car after lacrosse and cheer practice.” He assures you with a grin. Satisfied, you pat Scott’s shoulder and send a look the still sputtering Stiles direction.

“Thanks Scotty,” you laugh as you pass Stiles, playfully patting the top of his head, “Good luck buddy.”

And then you went on with your day. Practice went by pretty quickly after running through the routine on the sidelines a few times. You somehow didn’t get caught starring holes into the side of Isaac’s head as he played, and somehow got the formations down. When everyone dispersed for the night, after you climbed in your car Scott appeared within five minutes. With a smirk to you, he had pulled out a jersey with ‘Lahey-14’ and hands it over.

“I can’t wait to see his reaction.” Scott remarks with a laugh. As if he already knew the outcome, and it was the good ending. Like a romance fanatic knowing two characters were pining for one another before the characters themselves. You just smiled and took the shirt.

“I almost want to wear it before the game- but I don’t want to tip him off.” You laugh, and Scott laughs along with you.

“You should definitely leave it as a surprise,” Scott laughs before opening your door and slipping out of the car, “See you tomorrow?”

“See ya!” You call, waving to your friend.

You’re both oblivious to the curious gaze of Isaac Lahey, who had been watching the whole time. Only able to hear and see bits and pieces.

The next day is a bit of a blur. In all honesty, when isn’t it. Most of the teachers here at Beacon aren’t exactly the most memorable. In fact, some have tried to kill you-and your friends/friends families so..

Anyway, when the cheer meet up starts, you’re already anxious. The girls team meets up in the locker rooms before the big game. It’s there, on top of your cheer uniform that you’d worn for the day, gets its new addition. Slipping Isaac’s jersey from your backpack, before you toss it in a locker, you pull it over your head and stride over to the others. There’s a roar of amusement, and intrigue as you join the circle.

“I knew it!” One of your friends on the team, Jerrica squeals. “You two are gonna be so cute together!” She cheers, grabbing your hands tightly as her brown eyes meet your own.

You smile, cheeks warming as your gaze turns to the captain. She sends you a knowing look before clearing her throat and addressing the team.

“Alright y’all, we’ve been putting in the work. We’ve got this down, don’t forget to spot, and watch out for one another. We’re gonna kill it tonight!” She cheers, earning an uproar from the team before leading everyone out to the field.

The nervous steps up to the table as you walk out into the field. Eyes drifting around the field to see who you can spot. There’s Stiles, bench-warming, who has turned to spot you- he just waved. Waving back, your gaze ventures past him to the field. Scott and Isaac are tossing a ball back and forth with their helmets on. A pre-game practice, that they didn’t really need.

As the cheer team steps onto the sideline, Scott softly grins in a knowing sort of way. The ball is in his own net as he throws a look and a wave your way. With a gulp, you wave back, cheeks warming as the always curious Isaac turns around to face you. As he moves, you can feel your heart hammering in your chest- and you know they can hear it. You feel his eyes on you before you see them, following the team down a little with your back to him. The perfect opportunity for him to read your back- ‘Lahey - 14’.

When you stop a little to the side of the team, you almost jump out of your skin when you turn to see him beside you. That wasn’t supposed to happen- he wasn’t supposed to approach until after the game. But, he didn’t exactly follow the rules.

“My jersey looks good on you,” Isaac murmurs as he peers down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. The kind of look that would make your heart melt if you didn’t contain yourself.

“Oh-uh.. Yeah?” You reply weakly- still a bit surprised.

“Definitely,” he brushes a stray hair over your ear, leaning down so your faces are inches apart. “Maybe after the game, you and I can go somewhere to celebrate?” He grins as you stammer a moment, starring up at him as your brain processes his words. You’d been expecting to be the one approaching him after this, and he had entirely flipped the script.

“Absolutely,” you agree after a moment of collecting your thoughts. “Just us?”

“Just us,” he confirms, caressing your cheek with his hand. It looks like he wants to say more- but Coach blows his whistle signaling a huddle before the match. He looks over you one last time with his piercing blue irises and beams. “You should keep that jersey- and wear it for me every game night ,” he calls as he hurries away.

Behind you, the girls cheer team swoops in to huddle around you. All spouting their praises and support before getting ready to cheer for the game.

With a smile, as the game starts, your eyes meet Isaac’s out in the field. He smiles at you in this way that makes your heart do a backflip, and you can’t help but feel like you made the right choice.

It’s a date.

[s0urw00lf]

Protectors: lunatic

A Derek hale x reader story

Summary: Derek and y/n finally have their long awaited date

When y/n awoke the next morning it hadn't taken her long to realize Derek hadn't been home at all, as his side of the bed was still somewhat made up. This made her somewhat worried. Her worry only worsened when she saw the amount of messages she had from both Scott and Stiles, claiming to have been attacked by the alpha and Derek being dead. Y/n felt as if the world froze as she re-read the words on her screen. The words that echoed in her brain were "Derek was killed". With y/ns experience (Derek and herself included) when a supernatural creature dies, it rarely stays dead. Just this time she didn't know if the same applied to Derek or not. No body was found so there was hope there.

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Y/n was over at Deaton's, he'd never failed to remind her that she always had a room in his home (as well as in the Stilinski's) and she finally took him up on his offer, deciding she didn't want to be at home alone, or burden Noah and deal with his hyperactive creation and his stupidly oblivious best friend. She was staring at the ceiling with nothing on her mind, finally able to rid herself of the image of Derek being thrown to the side after being stabbed through his back into his chest. She'd begun having a feeling in her stomach, something telling her to go open her window, she didn't complain she needed the fresh air, and she had a feeling she knew what it was about.

       One glance out of the now open window and she let out a sigh of relief "Finally" she said backing away to open space for him to climb in.  When he entered the window and stood in front of her he tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes "Really? 'Finally'?" He mocked. Y/n smiled teasingly "You are the only person I know too stubborn to be killed and stay dead," she said. "Funny," Derek said sarcastically, and y/ns teasing stopped. She hugged him "All jokes aside I missed you, and I was worried. I thought about resurrecting you," she said joking but also serious.  "I would've expected you to," Derek said also joking but serious. Y/n laughed placing her head on his chest, Derek placed a kiss on Y/n's forehead then to her nose and lastly her lips, y/n let out a breath as they moved in sync, pulling away she inhaled looking him in the eye "thought id never get to feel that again" she said before the two went into a comforting silence and swayed for a while.

"Get dressed," he said suddenly. Y/n pulled away confused, "I am dressed," she said slowly. Derek laughed "No I mean get dressed up I'm taking you on that well-deserved date," he said smiling. Y/n's eyes lit up "It's about time I was promised a date weeks ago," she said giddily before she paused. "Wait it's a full moon," she said. He shakes his head "Schools are not out yet, we'll be done by the time the sun sets" Derek says. Y/n nodded, both of them knew it wasn't the most ideal amount of time but between the alpha, the "newborn" wolf, and the hunters, this would probably be the only time they had off, 1. Because everyone -Scott and Stiles- thinks Derek's dead, and 2. They also think y/n is mourning her loss.

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Derek was lucky y/n had left some things here from when she was a teenager and she could still fit into them, specifically a black dress and her black combat heel boots that funnily enough she didn't get to wear as much as she wanted to. Derek had left about 45 minutes ago to get ready himself, y/n didn't know where he'd get something fancy because all he owned was his infamous black leather jacket, some t-shirts, and jeans, he called it "packing light". When y/n was finished dressing she put on a barely noticeable red lipgloss and mascara, deciding that she didn't want to overdo it. She headed downstairs to meet him at the door, she already knew he was there from the not-so-quiet way his car pulled up. She opened the door, coming face to face with Derek who looked even more handsome than usual in his black kind of formal outfit. "You look beautiful" he said taking in her outfit, she smiles "thank you, have I told you how much I love the color black on you?" she asked; Derek's smile widened "only once a day" he said. His eyes fell to the shoes she was wearing, but this time taking a good look, "are those the ones you used to dent Jason's car" he asked pointing at the shoes. y/ns eyes widened at the memory "Oh my gosh I completely forgot about that" she said covering her mouth while giggling.

Derek laughed along with her, before holding out his hand for y/n to take, which she did. He led her to his car and held the door open for her before getting in himself and pulling off in the direction of the location where their date took place. The place Derek had set up was in the middle of a huge green field, it was a picnic. Y/n covered her mouth in shock "You did this?" she asked looking up at him with tears pricking her eyes. Derek smiled and nodded, y/n pulled him down by his collar, connecting their lips. Derek let out a groan before y/n pulled away "Thank you" she said with a smile.

the two sat and talked for hours about everything and nothing, "why'd you do it?" Derek asked. "do what" Y/n asked face etched with confusion, "dent Jason's car." he answered. y/n sighed dropping her head in embarrassment. "Well you know I was really angry back then, with you shutting me out because of Kate, and around that time I was also looking for my parents. Something Jason had somehow found out about, I think he'd found my journal. Haven't had it since then. But it had all of my secrets, your secrets and I couldn't let it get out, and he never let me forget that he knew. I mean it was every day he had said something about it, so one day during a break he was in the gym playing basketball with you, I went outside and his car was there and I was angry, so I kicked it again and again. Back then I wasn't aware of my strength." She said, Derek sat taking in the information. "Once a protector always a protector," he said. "What, I tell you the story and that's what you say," y/n asked jokingly. Derek rolled his eyes in the dramatic Derek fashion "I meant you've been protecting me since before you were even given the role of a protector." He said. Y/n nodded, not ever having thought about it that way, "well someone's gotta watch out for you while you have your back turned" she said leaning in to kiss him but was stopped when her phone began to buzz, she picked it up and Stiles' name popped up

Stiles- I know it's hard for you right now, but it's the full moon, and Scott's starting to look like he wants to murder me

    Y/n sighed, "stiles says he thinks Scotts gonna kill him," she said. Derek groaned "Guess the dates' over huh?" He said looking at her. Y/n nodded "Duty calls," she said. Derek nodded but bought his hand up to her chin to pull her in for one last deep kiss, y/n pulled away looking at Derek with love filled eyes to which he returned.

And just like that the date was over, and Derek was watching over Scott from afar (much to her dismay) she wanted him home resting and he wanted her home resting and everyone could see who won that debate.

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This was very fast paced, so dont mind that, i decided to take this episode when derek isnt really in and make them have some much needed time together. hope you enjoyed the fluff.

[miguelschamp]

could i request more fics for isaac😭😭💙

this love

pairing: isaac lahey x reader

summary: after years of not seeing isaac, he shows up at a hangout you’re having with your friends

warnings: mentions of alcohol, characters are aged up

a/n: hi anon ! thank you so much for the request. i hope you enjoy and anyone else who would like to request anything please do. i’m low on motivation lmao

“lydia, i’m really not sure if i can make it.” you say into the phone, “i mean i have so much to do for work.”

“that’s the point. it’ll be a break from all of that.” she says. “and we haven’t all met up in awhile. it’ll be fun.”

you shut your apartment door behind you as you set your bags down, “lydia…”

“please, y/n/n. who knows the next time we’ll all be able to hang out. you know how stiles is about this stuff.”

she was right. you knew stiles was worried about all of you drifting apart. and while you guys had all gone off and got your own jobs and homes, you still met up whenever you could. just standing there now, you can imagine stiles’ puppy dog eyes looking back at you.

“yeah, okay.” you sigh, “i’ll see you guys tonight.”

“yay ! okay, i’ll see you later. bye.”

“bye.” you say before you hang up.

•••

the bar is loud as you walk through the door. you were dressed in a pair of light washed jeans and a crop top. it was a very simply outfit, but you knew your friends would be dressed the same.

you hold your purse close to you as you walk through the bar. your friends were sat all the way in the back as usual. the booth you guys always take whenever you met up there.

a small smile takes over your face as you see stiles telling a story with his hands flying all over. as you get closer, scott looks over at you.

“hey, y/n/n.” he smiles. everyone else at the table turns toward you as you get closer.

“hey, guys !”

“y/n !” lydia says as she gets up to hug you. you laugh as she squeezes you before letting go.

“how are you guys ?”

“great.” stiles nods before taking a sip of his drink. he steps aside as scott gets up.

“i’ll be back.” he says before walking off

“here, y/n/n.” liam says sliding a drink over, “i was the only one nice enough to actually order it for you.”

“because you’re the only one who remembered it, asshole.” malia says

“it’s still odd knowing you can drink now, but thank you.” you chuckle. “where’d scott go ?”

“oh, uh,” stiles starts, “he went to go grab someone.”

you furrow your brows as you scoot in beside lydia, “who ?”

“guys !” scott calls out. you turn in the direction of his voice and your eyes widen.

“oh my god.” you mutter

“hey.” isaac smiles

“hey, isaac.” stiles says awkwardly, “glad to see you, buddy.”

“you’re back from france ?” lydia asks

“uh, yeah.” he nods

scott pats his shoulder, “he’s staying, too. i figured i’d invite him to the meet up.”

“the more the merrier.” lydia shrugs. she looks over at you before nudging you, “right, y/n/n ?”

“huh ?” you blurt out turning to her before looking back up at isaac and smiling, “oh, yes, yeah. the more the merrier.”

isaac smiles nodding. you hear stiles chuckling from the other side of the table. you leg flies out and kicks him in his shin under the table. “ow !”

•••

it had been about two hours since isaac had shown up and everything seemed to be going okay. everyone fell into casual conversation as usual. you laughed along with your friends before looking down at your empty cup.

you turn to lydia, “hey, i’m gonna go grab another drink.”

“okay.” she smiles. you slide out of the booth before heading toward the bar.

you sit on a stool as a bartender comes up to you. “hi, can i get a margarita please ?”

“of course.” she smiles, “coming right up.”

you give a grateful smile back, “thank you.”

as she walks off, you look down at your hands. you look over as someone sits in the stool next to you. your heart beat accelerates as isaac’s blue eyes stare back at you.

“hey.” he says

“hi.” you smile

silence falls between the two of you. you and isaac dated for about a year before he left for france. of course, it hurt, but you knew leaving was probably what was best for him. especially considering he didn’t actually have any family left in beacon hills.

when he left, you guys didn’t keep any contact. you truly thought he wouldn’t ever come back to beacon hills. but as he sat next to you six years later, he looked just as beautiful as he did when he left.

he was of course older and his features were more defined. he had stumble growing across his chin. and to be honest, you loved it. he was older, but he still looked like the same guy you fell in love with.

and as isaac sat across from you, he couldn’t imagine anyone more beautiful. your eyes were still sparkling and full of happiness. your skin and your smile just as gorgeous and as captivating as he remembered. whenever you guys were sat with your friends, he thought you would’ve caught him staring. and now with the two of you alone, he was afraid he wouldn’t ever be able to keep his eyes off of you.

“how have you been ?” he asks

“um, i’m good. i’ve been really busy with work and stuff.” you chuckle, “but i’m good. how about you ? how was france ?”

“it was great.” he smiles, “it felt good to take the time for myself. i really needed it.”

“i understand.” you nod. you look over as a glass is set in front of you, “thank you.”

“no problem.” she says before turning to isaac, “would you like anything, sir ?”

“no, thank you.” he says. the bartender nods before walking off. “so, what do you do for work ?”

“i’m a web developer for a fashion company.” you say

“seriously ?” he asks. you hum in agreement, “that’s amazing, y/n/n. i remember you talking about that a couple of years ago.”

“yeah, it’s not exactly what i wanted to do, but i’m still involved, so it’s amazing.”

“yeah.” he says as you look down at your drink. his eyes soften, “y/n ?”

“hm ?”

“i’m really sorry.” he says. you look over at him with a frown, “i’m sorry for just leaving like that.”

“don’t be.” you say shaking your head, “i understand why you left. honestly, thinking back, i probably would’ve done the same thing.”

“i wanted to call you.” he nods, “and i would’ve, but i didn’t know if you hated me or didn’t want me to contact you. i probably should’ve asked scott, but i knew he had a lot going on.”

“it’s okay, isaac.” you say. isaac can feel his heart skip a beat at the way his name sounded coming from you.

“so, we’re okay ?”

“of course, we are.” you say, “we always will be.”

isaac smiles wide, “great.”

you pull away from your straw to face isaac. his blue eyes following your every move. as you looked at him, you notice the look in his eyes. the same look he would give you anytime he saw you when you were dating. the same look that he still had whenever he told you he was leaving for france.

the look that told you that he loved you and would do anything for you. it was still there.

[givethemsmut]

The Pack | Chapter Six

Characters: Dylan O’Brien, fem!reader

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien, Dylan x You

“Stiles. You can’t keep putting yourself in the middle of danger.”

“Lydia I don’t put myself in danger blindly, I do it to protect you from danger.”

Dylan inches closer to me, his lips light as a feather and devoid of any real passion. I touched his hand before I moved closer pressing my lips to his again in order to redo the kiss that was supposed to scream passion.

Our kiss deepened as I straddled his lap, letting my tongue bully his gently. He pulled away, “I don’t think Holland will do all that…”

Still straddling him I said, “Can I be jealous if she does?” Smiling big like a kid who got the exact thing he wanted for Christmas he only wrapped his around me more, keeping me his hostage.

We stayed up watching movies until my dad knocked again, “Hey. I’m gonna come in now. Cover up.”

We both laughed, when he continued, “I’m gonna head to bed. Dylan – 9 AM call in. Don’t be late. And here since you’ve already helped yourself.”

He tossed him the box of condoms and Dylan died holding in his laughter as my Dad left. His cheeks brushed up bright red and I could feel the second hand embarrassment setting in.

We fell asleep watching Netflix and avoiding having sex with my Dad across the hall. My alarm went off and Dylan was not about waking up at all. Tyler was right, he wasn’t a morning person. After he finally got up he drove like a maniac to the lot. Thankfully my Dad left way earlier than either of us so we avoided some dirty glares and a walk of shame.

Dylan was the last to arrive but he apparently didn’t go through make up or hair either. He parked his car and sat back prepping me on today, “Today is still gonna be really long even without hair and shit. 17 hours. You don’t have to stay the whole time. Here take my keys, whenever you’re ready take my car.”

He jumped out while I put his keys in my purse and he opened my door taking my hand. I asked him, “What’s the first thing you do?”

He headed straight for the craft service room filled with food and coffee. “Hungry?” I shook my head and put a bagel in a napkin and offered to make the coffee. He said, “Come on. We’ll go to my trailer then I’ll get the breakdown of today, how much time we have.”

After we got back to his trailer with his character’s name on it a PA came knocking to let him know when his scenes would be and when he was needed. He had two hours until he had rehearsal and testing then his scene would be directly after. The rest of the scenes would be smaller and less work. He told the PA he was gonna shower then he’d go to wardrobe. I looked at him like he was crazy, his trailer seemed typically not over done, but he had a shower?

He took my hand as he sipped his coffee, “Come shower with me. Keep me company, save water and shit.”

The shower was this beautiful huge glass door shower that you’d never know existed. He took off his shirt smoothly and let it drop to the floor as I followed suit.

He took off his pants so expertly it made me wonder what kind of past he had, besides his ex.

He leaned into me teasing me and not yet kissing me as he undid my bra. His fingers danced along my back, skating over my rib cage, and tugging the cups down enough to slink the bra off my arms entirely. I still got the chills and all the feels I thought would fade by now.

My bra discarded to the floor, I felt his hands around my waist pull me closer to his body, kissing my shoulder. His soft hands tickled my hips before he pushed the sides of my panties down, urging them off.

I felt tempted to touch him back so badly my idle hands palmed his hard on through the material of his boxers. Stepping out of my panties I blushed knowing he was looking at every inch of me. Lowering myself down and my eyes fixed on his towering above me letting my hands smooth over his hard member.

“Not yet. I don’t wanna cum yet…” he couldn’t catch his breath as he spoke. I was still holding mine and my lungs wanted to burst.

Taking his hand I stood up as he reached inside the door to turn on the shower on and next thing I knew his arms around me pulling me inside with him. Nothing about this shower was to wash off. We didn’t want to wash each other off in the slightest, we wanted to drown in each other.

Reaching behind him I grabbed the shampoo and squeezed his it right above his head laughing as it only made his hair even more wild.

I watched him rinse off, backing away but holding his hand, admiring every toned muscle now wet. Dylan was hard to resist even before his shirt came off and now I was even more in trouble now that it had.

It was almost as if he could hear me when he came towards me, body against mine and mine against the shower wall as our tongues touched. I lifted my leg so my knee was against his hip when he bent down enough to pick me up. Wrapping my legs around him as he held me up.

I moaned feeling his length and width fill between my legs. He moaned a quiet fuck as we both tried to catch my breathe. We both heard a knock and froze hoping they’d go away. “Dyl! It’s me, Posey! Bro you awake?”

“He’ll leave. Shhh…”

Dylan’s hips slowly moved again, fucking me again, kissing anywhere his lips could reach. Dylan heard the door open and he shouted to Posey, “Dude I’m in the shower. What’s up?”

His hips still going I pushed my lips against his shoulder to keep myself quiet.

Tyler spoke again, “I heard you were on set and I hadn’t seen you. Are you seriously still mad at me?”

Dylan sighed loudly kissing my cheek and apologizing, “I’m not mad but I’m showering my girl bro. Together. I wouldn’t deny being inside her right now.”

Posey died laughing and apologized a million times as he left. “I’m your girl now huh?”

He was done teasing, done drawing it out when his thrusts only became faster and harder. My arms around his neck he told me, “Oh you’re mine alright.”

Putting me down, he turned me around so my hands were on the shower wall and my ass was out. His knuckles brushed my soaking wet slit until he found exactly where he shoved every inch to my hilt. Pushing my ass back against me I was chasing relief.

“Fuck,” I heard it slip from his mouth as I kept pushing back onto him, “Dylan. Oh my god.” His hands got tighter on my hips, he knew I was coming by the way I pulsed around him. As I came I felt him pull out leaving this empty feeling before I felt his fist against my ass as he helped himself cum. Almost immediately, I felt the warm ropes of his orgasm splatter against my ass before he pushed me against the wall again kissing me my shoulder.

“You called me baby.”

I laughed shaking my head, “I did no such thing.”

After cleaning up Dylan dawned a robe closed up and I gave his such an odd look as he explained, “I’ve got wardrobe next. I’m over getting gonna get dressed to get naked.” I laughed again as I threw my hair in a bun before we left for wardrobe.

Tyler was on a golf cart laughing as we walked by and he shouted, “Dylan! Hey!” Dylan hugged him tight in a way everyone knew they were mentally apologizing and reconnecting.

I touched Dylan’s shoulder and whispered, “I’ll meet you on stage. You two bond.” I went to search for my dad who I knew never let the stage. “Pops. Prepping?”

He was in the chair labeled executive produce highlighting the daily script and marking notes. “Here with your new boyfriend?”

He didn’t even look up to see my reaction but sure as hell felt me swat his arm, “He’s just… a friend… I don’t know. We don’t have to date because he took my virginity.”

He threw his hands over his ears quickly and made a face of someone who witnessed an episode of fear factor that involved bugs.

I sat down next to him, examining the set and layout as I’ve picked up from my Dad. “Hey, are you guys doing a wide lens shot? This is Dylan’s scene right?”

My dad raised an eyebrow, “Why? What are you thinking?” I stood up looking at the visual elements of the set which wasn’t many and the tone was much darker then anything needing a wide shot. “Tighter shot. Straight on. Then a shift when they kiss. Side by side then a ground shot to fade.”

My dad stood up with me following me as I spoke and looked at the set design, “Well then. Direct next week. Until then I’ll let the director know I’m changing the shot.”

I sat down in the chair next to his as I watched him talking to the crew about changing the camera angles for the shot. My dad sat down again pulling his bag into his lap pulling out scripts and handing them to me. “Read these 4 and let me know which you’re gonna direct.”

I started flipping through them not really reading but browsing Dylan’s parts only without realizing it. The script the furtherest out spoke to me, Dylan’s character was in full swing and losing his mind. His support system was trying to reach him but couldn’t. There was a shower scene with another main character trying to pull him out of the depths of his mind trying to appeal to his virginity. It was dark for TV and felt very real. I read it all the way through until I felt Dylan’s hand on my shoulder scaring me.

In a low voice he spoke right into my ear, “I gotta do this scene. You okay watching some girl kiss me?”

I saw a redhead hit the stage and prepare for her marks and suddenly I got self conscious. I knew it was fake, she was probably with someone else in real life, but it was still an intimate moment.

Dylan stepped in front of my view, “It’s just acting. Don’t forget? Lines I remember to say, choreography I’ve learned. Okay?” I shook my head unsure of how I’d react or feel seeing it. We may not have been in love but our connection was very deep.

My dad leaned in, “Dylan get on mark. She’ll be okay.”

Once Dylan was going over marks with the director my dad said, “Sure you wanna watch? Most girlfriends don’t. It always starts drama between couples, insecurities, jealously.”

I told him, “No, I wanna support him. He asked me to come.” The Director said, “Quiet on set! Phones off! Actors mark, ready, take one, action!” I watched the science unfold as Dylan expressed his love and need to protect Lydia from danger before the kissing began. Lydia wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips kept touching. Dylan’s hands grasped her hips the way he did mine in the shower earlier. I saw their lips separate and their tongues touch.

Their kiss deepened and there was no cut yelled from the director but Dylan’s body fell back on the bed in the scene as Lydia’s body gently laid on top of him. They kissed with her very short dress riding up even more and Dylan’s hands having little room to wander without being on her skin. I was getting antsy in my chair watching and wondering how far this would go. Finally the director yelled cut and I shot up from my seat.

Dylan shouted, “How Long were you gonna make us do that? What the fuck.”

My dad shouted to Dylan, “You said no sex scenes. We gotta milk it. Stiles is a virgin, he’s not gonna just stop at a kiss with his dream girl.”

Dylan didn’t look too pleased, “Can we take 5?”

Director shouted back, “Take 5! Back to first marks.”

Dylan shouted once again, “Can I get some help over here?”

My dad leaned over, “He needs your sweater. Less embarrassing if it’s you.” Shouting to Dylan, “It’s coming Dyl. Hang tight.

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Crime time!!!

Stiles is the host of a true crime podcast (Crime Time) where he covers the unsolved Hale fire. A few days later, he's contacted by Derek who wants his help proving Kate murdered his family and maybe solve a few other mysteries along the way.

I may have shared this snippet before, but I can't remember.

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“Hey, man. Thanks for reaching out to us.”

“You’re sure it was eight?”

Stiles stopped and blinked. “Um... Nice to hear from you, too. I’m Stiles.”

“I know who you are,” he snapped. “You’re sure it was eight? Eight bodies?”

“Yes.”

Derek went silent. Stiles wandered while he waited for a response. Did he go deaf or did Derek’s Wi-Fi go out?

“Buddy, I researched this myself. I fact checked everything. I had my researcher fact check me. I had my researcher fact check the fact check. Yes, eight.”

“Not ten?” His voice was quiet.

“No! Eight. Eight! Ocho. Huit. Acht. Osiem. The punchline of why is six afraid of seven. I swear to God. I can send you every article I read. The reports all say eight.”

Derek sunk back into the couch. He muttered under his breath after a moment of silence. “Who were the eight?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t find much. I thought maybe your sister didn’t authorize authorities to release that information to the public or... something.”

Stiles wasn’t going to say they couldn’t be identified. It appeared Derek was zipping through the five stages of grief every ten seconds. He already lost everyone he cared about and it wasn’t the greatest time to make it worse. Teeth were the only things that didn’t burn in fires, so they could have used dental records. It would be easier if they simply weren’t named in any of the articles. Maybe another person fell down on the job, too. Every second Stiles thought about it, it seemed more and more like a cover up.

“There were eleven people,” Derek started slowly, “and three made it out.”

“Your uncle.”

“But who are the other two?”

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Look, im rambling but-

Now that I’m writing a Teen wolf Fic I can’t grasp my mind on how bad did Jeff fumble the bag with Scott and Malia. Bc I DIDNT HAVE SENSE AT THE TIME, and it seem out of nowhere, but those two are pretty much perfect for each other.

Not because they’re each other first love or greatness one, but they are just two young kids that went through much that they supposed to, and the get each other but at the same time they don’t.

Because Scott was raised thinking the best of everyone and Malia learned by herself to mistrust everyone.

Because Scott loves animals with his soul, and Malia gets them, in a deeper level.

Because Scott is silly and romantic, and Malia is serious and somehow possessive.

Because a part of Scott will always love Alison as much as a part of Malia will always think of Stiles.

Because Scott will never truly trust Rafael as his dad as much as Malia will never really get Peter.

Because Scott’s mind is much human than wolf as Malia will always be more coyote that girl. And at the same time, they push the other to embrace the other part that they have never really enjoyed.

THEY COULD BE THE IT-COUPLE OF BEACON HILLS IF THEY HAD BEING WRITTEN GOOD.

In my mind, the movie never happen and Scott is the town veterinarian that works magic with someone’s pet while talking about how his wife is taking care of the woods as forest ranger and sometimes visits him with a wounded animal to him to help. (She sometimes comes home with deer meat, but they don’t talk about it).

I love them so much.

That it.

That’s my ramble.

[srue-on-fire]

I'll Fall Where You Are

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale Words: 1130 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: mild panic attack, assumed major character death. Prompt: #34. Character A finds Character B unconscious and panics. Title: Michl's Promise prompt list 🩶 read on ao3

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The mall was a tomb.

Dark, hollow, and soaked in silence and dust.

His chest was tight. He shouldn’t be here. He knew that. Scott told him to stay back, to let the others sweep the area later. But something in him wouldn't let go of that hollow ache in his stomach, that crawling instinct that screamed he's not dead.

Derek Hale was a lot of things —brooding, infuriating, way too good at showing up when Stiles least expected it— but he's not someone who went down without a fight. And he sure as hell did not die alone in some godforsaken mall while the rest of them try to pick up the pieces.

Stiles refused to believe it. 

He moved through the ruined corridors with quick, shallow steps, sneakers crunching glass beneath him. His flashlight flickered every few seconds, casting sharp, jerky shadows along the soot-blackened walls.

He didn’t even realize he’s whispering Derek’s name under his breath until the sound of it breaks through the silence like a prayer: “Derek… Derek…”

They told him not to come.

Everyone had been too busy licking their wounds, counting the injured, taking stock of who made it out and who didn’t. They saw Derek fall and not get up.

So they’d assumed.

But Stiles couldn’t. 

Not this time.

Summer flashed behind his eyes. Long nights spent driving through back roads, combing through abandoned buildings. Boyd’s absence. Erica’s laugh echoing like a ghost. Derek, relentless, barely sleeping, always pushing forward. And then later— quiet conversations in the Camaro. Coffee at 3AM when the Sheriff was on night shift and sleep was impossible. 

His mind, unhelpfully, supplied the moment Derek climbed into his room. Two days after Erica died. How he crumpled quietly on the floor beside the bed, face buried against Stiles’ shoulder.

Derek was not allowed to die. Not after the way he had started trusting Stiles —really trusting him. Letting him in, brick by brick. Sharing moments that weren’t always sharp or bitter. Moments that felt almost... soft. Safe.

So now here he was, in the burnt-out skeleton of what used to be a mall food court, flashlight barely holding on.

And then he saw him.

Collapsed on a broken escalator, half in shadow, like someone discarded him there.

“Derek?” His voice cracks. “Oh god— Derek—”

He stumbled forward, heart in his throat, falling to his knees beside him so fast he scraped both palms open. His light clattered to the ground, bouncing light wildly across Derek’s body —and Stiles felt the blood drain from his face.

“Shit—shit, shit!”

Derek’s shirt was shredded. Torn open across the stomach, deep enough that raw, glistening muscle showed through the bloody mess. Clawed gashes. Too many. Too deep. Blood seeped steadily from the wounds, and the metal under him was slick with it.

“No. No, no, no, no,” Stiles whispered, panic rising like bile. He reached out with trembling fingers and pressed them to the side of Derek’s neck.

Too much blood. Too much shaking.

He pressed harder, searching for a pulse, but he couldn’t feel anything.

His breath stuttered. “Okay— okay. Don’t freak out. Don’t— you don’t freak out, you can do this, just—”

He tried again. His fingertips dig in, searching for even the faintest beat.

Nothing.

“No. No,” he muttered, tears already falling down his nose. “Don’t do this to me— don’t— you can’t be gone, I was just talking to you two days ago, you were arguing with me about the best gas station jerky like a normal person, like someone who doesn't die in burned-down malls—”

His voice was getting too loud. Too high. His breathing’s a wreck now —shallow, fast, useless. He could feel the panic cresting, crashing into his chest like a wave he couldn’t fight off.

His vision blurred. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

He couldn’t think. Couldn’t move.

He curled forward with a choked, broken sound— panic bubbling into helplessness. “I can’t— I don’t know what to do— I can’t feel it, I can’t—”

Then instinct kicked in. Something ancient and desperate.

He flattened his hand over Derek’s chest, then dropped lower, and laid his ear right over it. Pressed down hard enough that the blood squished into Stiles’ clothes.

He took a deep breath and held it in, his whole body high strung and unmoving for a moment.

And for a long, unbearable moment, there’s just silence.

Then—

A sound. Faint. Barely there.

Thump.

Stiles held his breath.

Thump.

His eyes squeezed shut. His whole body sagged, air rushing out of his lungs in a shaking sob. He’s not sure if it’s relief or pain or both, but it wrecked him all the same.

“Jesus,” he whispered, forehead pressed to Derek’s shoulder. “You absolute bastard. You’re alive.”

He stayed like that for a second— anchored by that slow, steady rhythm beneath his ear. The only thing keeping the edges of his world from collapsing. Lets the weight of it sit there. For just a moment.

Then he lifted his head, swiping the back of his hand across his eyes. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” he muttered, preparing himself to lift Derek into a fireman's carry. “You’re gonna have to be okay, because I swear to God, if I carry you out of here just for you to die on me later, I will kill you.”

He tore what was left of Derek’s shirt to turn it into a makeshift bandage around his ribs. “You’re supposed to be some unkillable alpha badass,” he muttered, voice rough as he worked. “What the hell happened?”

Soon, he realized he couldn't do much else to do with the wounds, muttering curses about starting to carry a suture kit.

His hands were still shaking, but he wrapped them around Derek’s wrist anyway and hauled it over his shoulders.

The pain from the movement must stir something, because Derek lets out a low groan —almost a growl, but weaker than Stiles has ever heard it.

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re not done yet,” Stiles said fiercely, voice wet and shaking. “You’re not leaving me. Not now.”

He took a few sharp breaths and then used his entire body to lift him, feet planted firmly on the ground. He grunted with the weight of Derek’s body, staggering slightly. Blood smeared across his hoodie on the back, hot and sticky.

“You hear that?” he continued, more to keep himself upright than anything else. “You owe me. You’re gonna owe me so much pizza for this,” he muttered, half-hysterical.

And just as he reached the emergency exit, breath heaving, body aching—

Derek stirs.

Barely.

A breath. A twitch of fingers. Maybe nothing.

Maybe everything.

And Stiles gripped him tighter, jaw clenched, heart hammering with something that felt a lot like defiance.

“You’re not done yet,” he chanted. “Not even close.”

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A/N: thanks for the ask! I highly highly recommend listening to the song mentioned above. It's very sterek-coded. You can also check it out on my spotify sterek playlist