#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 🤷🏻‍♀️

[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 | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | dark sterek | single parent!Stiles

[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.

[luckypunklemonade]

Nothing to Lose

| Did you ever realize how far apart you and Stiles grew, even as you spent hours together? [Established relationship; smut MDNI 18+; 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 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?”

[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

[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

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.

[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.

[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.

[violetfairydust]

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?”

[jade-bright]

Star Wars!Sterek pt.3

Derek, after putting his armor and helmet back on, carried Stiles back to the Lycan and checked him for any visible injuries. Assuming the younger man was gonna be out for a while, he went about checking and fixing parts of the ship's vitals/mechanics he deemed necessary until he ultimately went to just watch over Stiles. Some hours later, sat across the cot Derek watched as he finally awoke...

Stiles: (stretching) Ughhh, (turns his head and jumps when he sees Derek) Ahh! Oh my Maker

Derek: (slightly amused but doesn't move or say anything) ...

Stiles: ... (waits a bit to see if he'll say anything) Are you okay? I didn't mess anything up did I?

Derek: ...

Derek: You're a jetii

Stiles: ...

Stiles: No. I'm force sensitive. (looks down at his hands and starts to fidget with them) My mom taught me, just like her dad taught her. He was the one who became a jedi, but he left to be with my grandmother

Derek: (a bit confused) ...How aren't you a jedi?

Stiles: (huffs a little laugh) For one? (gestures to his entire being) I don't have a lightsaber and I don't follow the traditional jedi mantra

Derek: What do you follow?

Stiles: (Shrugs) The same mantra my grandfather decided to follow after he married my grandmother, "Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force."

Derek: What does it mean?

Stiles: For me and my family? Freedom. We get to live and make choices same as any "ordinary" being, practice the ways of both the light and dark side... (squints and purses his lips) well... within reason, and you know (blushes), love and marry whoever we want...

Derek: (blushes under his helmet remembering that they are indeed married now) ...

Stiles: I know our getting together was veryyy... of convenience? Since, you know, you were dying and you've told me how important your Creed is and how much of a disgrace it is for a Mandalorian to break the Creed and I didn't mean to force your hand in this or in-

Derek: (abruptly takes off his helmet and puts it to the side)...

Stiles: -uhhhhh

Derek: (gulps what little saliva he has, takes a deep breath and stands) I willingly gave you my name, and have now willingly shown you my face, because you are clan, and if you'd be willing to continue the riduurok, I wish to at least give you the symbol of my family

Stiles: (a bit surprised and blinking, then smiles his mischief in his eyes) Okay, (stands) I'll follow through in our marriage, (takes a small step closer) on two conditions

Derek: Anything

Stiles: (smile widening) After this bounty, (takes another small step forward) we will return to Naboo and we'll have a small wedding that my dad will be able to attend

Derek: (smiles and laughs a little) Okay, and?

Stiles: (takes one last step towards Derek) I want several kisses from my husband, whenever I want

Derek: (eyes wrinkling from how much he's smiling and walks to finally close the distance between them, and wrap his hands around his waist to pull him flush against himself) Is that all cyar'ika?

Stiles: (pleased, raising his arms to place over his shoulders and rest his hands behind his neck) Mhmm~

*Stiles just taking his time and getting his fill on finally being able to stare into his partners eyes and take note of his other features like his thick brows and seemingly soft hair. Meanwhile, Derek's also enjoying being able to fully explore the depths of brown and gold in his riduur's eyes, but is mostly loving how he gets to finally hold him in such a loving manner.*

Stiles: Derek?

Derek: Hmm

Stiles: I want a kiss

Derek: As you wish cyar'ika

*The End*

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[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.

[okdeannawrites]

If you feel like it...

Sterek: "I thought you were on my side."

#53 of Drabble List #12

Whatever It Takes (🔒ao3)

“I thought you were on my side.”

Derek stiffened mid-climb through Stiles’s window. “What?”

Stiles tossed his headphones onto his desk and swiveled his chair to face the window. “You told my dad you agree with him about waiting until I graduate college.”

“It’s your dad, Stiles. Of course, I agreed with him.”

Shaking his head, Stiles gave him a disappointed look. “I’m over eighteen. I’m a legal adult and I can make my own decisions but instead of allowing me to do that, the two of you decided to make them for me. How exactly is that you being on my side?”

“Stiles—”

“No. No,” he snapped, shoving his chair back and getting to his feet. “You don’t get to make me feel bad about this. You went behind my back, Derek. You had a whole ass conversation with my father, and the two of you agreed for you and I to wait when you both knew how I felt about that. And for what? Because you think I’ll lose focus at school? Drop out? Give up my goals, my dreams, my future career? You would hate it if I did that to you, so why the hell did you think it was a good idea to do it to me?”

“Because of my age, right?” he asked, glaring at Derek as he continued his verbal assault. “Because I’m so much younger than you and therefore, I can’t possibly know what I want. How I might feel. That’s a shitty thing to put on someone, especially when you know it’s such bullshit.”

Derek frowned at that. “It’s not. It’s not bullshit. And I know you think you’re ready, that you want it, and I get that might be true. But Stiles…just because you’re ready doesn’t mean I am.”

“Then you could have communicated that to me. Instead, you had that talk with my dad, who is delighted that you were so sensible and levelheaded about things.” Stiles turned his back then and started tossing a few things into one of his duffle bags. “I’m heading out in the morning. Going back to school a few days early. I don’t know when my next break will be, if I’ll even take one. I mean, the sooner I get done with school the sooner I can make decisions for myself, right?”

“Stiles, that isn’t—”

“Isn’t it?” he asked, whirling around to face him again. “Isn’t it exactly what you wanted for me? To head back and get done with school. To put off you and me becoming an us so I go back and get my degree. That’s what you two decided, and so that’s what I’ll do. I’ll be the dutiful little Stiles and go back to campus and do all my work and forget about the fact that the man I wanted to be with chose not to be with me because he thinks he knows what I need better than I know it.”

Derek reached out then but Stiles darted away from him, putting himself on the other side of the bed from him. “No. No, Derek, you don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to try and placate me. You did this, and now you get to live with it. Until I come back.”

If. If he came back. That’s what he was really saying. That’s what Derek heard him say. “You’re punishing me. For wanting what’s best for you. How is that fair?”

“Best for me.” He narrowed his eyes. “Are you for real right now? You can’t possibly be for real right now. Because the only person in this room, in this whole fucking town, who gets to determine what is best for me is me,” he said, jabbing a thumb to his own chest. “No one else gets to decide that. Not you, not my dad, not Scott. Not anyone. Just me, and screw all of you for thinking that you do. That you’re allowed.”

When Derek reached for him again, Stiles batted his hands away. “No. I am a fully functioning and capable human being. I have my own mind, my own feelings, and all of you completely disregarded that. And don’t think I don’t know Scott had his grubby little werewolf paws in on this because I know that he did.”

“You can tell me you aren’t ready. I can understand that. But that’s not the truth here. The truth is you didn’t trust me to know my own feelings, my own heart, and that…that isn’t okay. If you can’t trust me, Derek, we can’t be together. If you can’t talk to me, tell me what you’re thinking, why you’re thinking it, then this is never going to work. And that’s because you won’t let it, or maybe just don’t want it to, work.”

He blinked back tears and moved to pull some of his clothes off his hangers, all but shoving them down into his bag. “You should go. I have to pack, and I don’t need the distraction your presence causes right now.”

The words hurt, but so did the knowledge that he’d screwed up. Badly. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have—”

“No, you shouldn’t have. But you did it, and now you can’t undo it. There is no going back from this, man. There is no work around. You three took my autonomy away, and I can’t deal with that. Or accept it. Not anymore.”

Derek pushed his hands into the pocket of his leather jacket, knowing better than to try and reach for him again. “If I call, will you pick up?”

“No. Not for a while. You wanted this. You wanted me to focus, so I’m going to focus. Without you. Without any of you. Maybe then, after I graduate and decide where I want to go, what I want to do, I’ll see if you can fit into my life. But I won’t plan for that. I will never plan for that. Not ever again.”

He finished shoving a few things into his bag then straightened and looked toward his bedroom door. “I left some things downstairs. I need to go and get them. Please be gone before I come back. I—can’t do this anymore.” Then he was gone.

Derek shut his eyes against the silence of the room then craned his hearing to pick up on Stiles’s dad talking and Stiles ignoring him as he picked up all the things he’d left downstairs. The anger in the house, the disappointment and hurt, was almost unbearable. Worse, it was all his fault.

He never should have listened to Scott. Or Noah. He never should have let his own fears, his own failures, cloud his judgment. Because if he hadn’t, Stiles wouldn’t be hurting, and he wouldn’t be leaving a full week earlier than he was supposed to do.

Instead, they’d be on the bed, laughing and enjoying all the days they had left to spend together. Now, Derek had no idea if he would ever share those days with him again. And he had no one but himself to blame.

Because at the end of the day, he was the one who let Stiles down. He was the one who took away his right to choose, and that…was worse than anything else Derek could ever have done to him.

He knew what that was like. Not having a choice, and the fact that he’d done it to Stiles, a person who had always made sure to give him a choice, to give him a chance, nearly crippled him.

Derek turned and stalked toward the window. Even placed his hands on it to leave as Stiles asked, but then he sensed the apprehension in the air, the fear that followed Stiles’s trek back up to his room.

It was the fear that kept him rooted. It was the fear that held him back. Made him turn and watch as Stiles opened the door, his brown eyes wide as he realized Derek hadn’t left. That he hadn’t disappeared.

“You’re still here. Why are you still here?”

Derek looked at him. “I love you. I didn’t show it, and I didn’t say it, and I didn’t factor it into my decisions. I’m sorry. I owe you more than that and I’m sorry I didn’t give it to you.”

He pushed away from the window and didn’t stop until he stood in front of Stiles. “I do support you. In everything. And I am on your side. I should have remembered that when Scott came to me about his worries and your dad spoke to me about his. I let their feelings get into my head because of how much they love you, and I didn’t realize that by agreeing with them, I was essentially telling you I didn’t care enough to want you or listen to you or love you. That isn’t true. I’m sorry I made you think it was, even for a moment.”

Stiles dropped the items in his hands. “You said the words.”

“I did.”

“You asshole! You weren’t supposed to say those words to me. You were supposed to let me go. You were supposed to—”

“Support you and love you and tell you I trust you,” he interrupted, closing the last bit of distance between them. “I do, Stiles. I do trust you. Not just with my life, but with my heart. You earned that, and I promise I will do whatever it takes to earn yours again. Because you are right. I don’t want to wait until after you graduate. I don’t want to wait to become whatever can be together. I want you now. I’m ready for you now and I was lying to myself, lying to you, by pretending something differently.”

Stiles squinted at him. “What about my dad?”

“I respect your dad. A lot. But you were right in what you said to me. This is your decision, and I had no right—we had no right—to try and make it for you. Whatever we are to each other is between you and me, and the only ones who get to decide what we are—when we are—is you and me.” Derek drew in a breath and dared to ask, “So, what are we, Stiles? What are we going to be?”

“What do you want us to be?”

“I want everything with you. All of it. Date nights. Coffee and breakfast and afternoon reading times and just…all of it. All of you. All of us. As soon as you’re ready to have it with me.”

Stiles tilted his head, studying him thoughtfully. “What about school? What about my career plans?”

“I’ll move to Virginia, I’ll support you in finishing school, and I’ll go wherever you choose to go after that, too. If you’ll have me.”

Stiles frowned. “You’ll just upend your whole life. For me. What about the auto garage you just bought? And your house?”

He shrugged. “The house will be there. Peter and Malia can run the garage. I’ll hire a few outside mechanics to work on the cars with them. It’ll be fine.”

“You trust Peter and Malia to run your garage for you?”

“Peter is a businessman. He knows a good investment when he sees one, and purchasing the garage was a good investment. He’ll keep it running, and Malia will help him. She’s surprisingly good at fixing things. They both are. Believe it or not, Peter used to work on cars in high school. He knows his way around a motor just as well as I do. Maybe even more given he’s the one who taught me about them.” Derek looked at him. “You haven’t told me what you want yet. If it’s me.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Of course I want you. Did you hear me berating you about it when you came in? You know damn well I—”

Derek didn’t let him finish. Instead, he caught his mouth with his, letting him know just how invested Derek was in the two of them. When he pulled back, Stiles looked dazed…and one hundred percent resolved as he spoke, “I want this. I want you. So much.”

“Then it’s done,” Derek assured him. “I’ll pack up and join you in Virginia. I’m sure I can find a house close to campus. We can date. Spend time together. And then, when we’re ready for more, we can do that, too.”

Stiles furrowed his brow. “You’re sure? This is what you want. It’s not something I bullied or guilted you into. You really—”

“I want this,” he promised, interrupting again. His lips spread into a smile as he wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in closer. “I want you, and not out of guilt or bullying or any of that. I want you for you. Just you.”

Twin arms wrapped around his neck as Stiles softly whispered, “Thank you. Thank you for listening to me and knowing what a big mistake letting me go would be. I love you and I don’t want to—”

Derek lightly gripped his hair and gently pulled his head back until he could meet his eyes. “You love me. Still?”

“I love you always. Even when you piss me off and make me want to shove my bat up your—"

Derek didn’t wait for him to finish his statement. He simply kissed him again. Telling him with words, showing him with lips, what the moment, the admission, meant to him.

It had been a long time since he heard those words from someone, and even longer since he believed them.

With Stiles, he believed.

He would do whatever it took to never forget that fact again.

Stiles deserved that. And so did he.

Side note: @millinerswings I didn't forget about the other prompt ask I owe you. I'm working on it!

[salemsvlog]

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.

[theo-raeken-appreciation]

got any theo fic recs?

of course!!! let me pull up my faves, linking them under the cut cause it might get long (also some fics are nsfw some aren't i didnt tag them all bc by the time i realized i had been through so many already)

Theo Raeken Centric (sometimes gen/sometimes w/pairings)

Why are Werewolves Always Teens? by Everlasting_mediocrity 

Crossover. In which Tony Stark is Theo Raeken’s biological father and they’re going to have to do some growing about it. Thiam. Ongoing.

i lost my heart under the bridge by infernal_gay_mess

"The Doctors said, years later, that Theo had taught them that true evil came from corrupting something truly good. What they didn’t tell him was that the best way to make someone into a monster was to convince them they already were one." Angst & Tragedy

blood is running deep, some things never sleep by likelightninginabottle 

Aka theo raeken’s mid-season six hot girl summer. Introspective. Thiam. 

a rose that won’t bloom by wormhusk

not theo centric, but a cute fic about stiles-scott-theo as kids and theo being scott’s first crush. thiam. 

pyrrhic victory of knowing yourself by painting_ethereal

a two part series of stolen memories, theo joining the mccall pack, leaving, and choosing to come back

even in the darkest places, flowers grow by strawberxi (Tupipsie)

a theo raeken-centric fic where he grapples with his sister's birthday, and the implication that he doesn't have to do everything alone. Thiam

On Theo Raeken and Manipulation by wormhusk

Theo Raeken Did Nothing Wrong 2k23. Not A Fic/Pure Meta

Thiam

Secondary Drowning by marrowbite(wingfooted)

in which theo is a selkie. 

hey i think he likes you (but honey, i do too) by fallingforboys

in which liam is oblivious and wants to help theo get a boyfriend. 

Im not ready to die yet, should i pray? (i’m wasting time, haunted by the ghost of you) by petitommo

the one where theo leaves for Florida. out of necessity, not choice. voicemails, missing liam, waiting–and going home. 

tell me no more secrets, i’ll tell you no more lies by likelightninginabottle

“You were attacked. It was self defense.” Theo. “Okay, but what if it wasn’t.” Liam

when oblivion is calling out your name, you always take it further than i ever can by likelightninginabottle

In which Liam is terribly high and completely smitten, Theo is allergic to emotions and totally whipped, Mason has the patience of a saint, and everybody wins, except for Stiles

when you crave someone (to be there at dawn) by likelightninginabottle

(In which, for once, Liam and Theo aren't oblivious, even if the pack very much is.) Post-Monroe, Pack in College, Thiam Being Shameless

burning bright red till the end (now you’ll be missing from the photographs by likelightninginabottle

MCD, Angst

You Missed, Dumbass by Sailorscout7

(OR 2 times Liam trying to kiss Theo ended in disaster and 1 time it mostly didn't)

a fire without a spark by lexisaurus

Liam asks are you alright? it never occurs to Theo that Liam could be asking him, too.

Commemoration, Cauterized by Ty_Winn_Roa

Meeting his parents for the first time in a decade is terrible enough without having to do it all over again. And again. And again. But Theo's never done anything halfheartedly.

Hunting Hearts by l_t_m

“My heart is missing.” Liam blinked. Theo’s way of saying ‘hello’ wasn’t encouraging.

no angels in this bleeding heart town by fallingforboys

“Please don’t make me do this,” Liam says, pleads. His jaw clenches and he squares his shoulders. Theo’s claws flick out.

Happiness is (where you are) by crier_emperor

in which theo gets a home and a hug. Angst. Getting together.

pride before a fall, wolves will keep you warm by likelightninginabottle

Liam comes out of the closet, in more ways than one. Or rather: his friends break him out. Cute, fluffy, and funny

look at the wonderful mess we made, we pick ourselves undone by likelightninginabottle

In which the supernatural does not exist. But Beacon Hills still went through a war, of which this is the aftermath. Liam and Theo pine for each other, but Liam thinks he cannot have Theo and so he dates other people. And yes. They are roommates. Mutual Pining, Jealousy, Misunderstandings.

your slightest look easily will unclose me by likelightninginabottle

Liam thinks about the people who left and how he is almost alright without them. Post-Canon.

just steps across the tower bridge by eneiryu

Guilt, injury, angst–Theo’s body is failing, and he’s hiding it from Liam. Happy Ending.

Use and abuse me ‘til I’m gone by THENINTH09

5 times Liam makes Theo bleed and the one time (two times) he doesn’t.

don’t you hear me howling, babe? by THENINTH09

Theo and Liam in Theo’s truck, after Gabe and the hospital. NSFW

Iron and Copper by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

Or: A witch grants Theo's wish to turn human for a day and be loved for who he is. Liam shows him just what that wish might look like.

drove him underground by justt_ppeachy

Liam and Theo, but they are Orpheus & Eurydice retold. It always ends the same.

so cruelly you kissed me by wormhusk

A series of two one-shots, one with liam realizing his feelings for theo and the second on theo

this love is difficult, but it’s real by wormhusk

a two part series of oneshots with thiam secretly dating, liam telling the pack, it not going well, and the aftermath

all sunny days are on by wormhusk

Remember the hunger games au? This is an alice in borderland au. A lot of people will die but not thiam. incomplete

the smell of smoke would hang around this long by wormhusk

theo quits smoking 

and in ever crowd, it's you i'm looking for by fallingforboys

in which theo is unfortunately very attractive and needs a fake boyfriend at a party--and oh look, liam is right there

Thiam Fics That Are Part of This One Orphaned Series So I Have Put Them Together 

this is why they shouldn’t kill off the main guy by wormhusk

 a first-kiss fic with theo angst and liam bullying theo into staying with him instead of his truck

and i remember thinking by wormhusk

a fic exploring the theo train track theory AKA where they talk about a past suicide attempt

Oh i love it and i hate it at the same time

Established Thiam, Theo gets his wisdom teeth removed.

256,000

The one where Liam calculates how many times Theo died down in Hell and has a panic attack.

cut it out then restart by wormhusk

Theo has a bad day and gives into old habits. Angst. Self-harm

argumentative antithetical dream girl 

it’s a pwp but I'm including it because it's the same ‘verse

i just wanna stay in that lavender haze by wormhusk

thiam get high and and play the 36 questions that lead to love and then have sex about it

and i wouldn’t marry me either

Liam has a plan to propose to his boyfriend. Theo thinks Liam is acting cagey

fighting in only your army

The skinwalkers want Theo back. No one reacts well.

are there still beautiful things

a witch’s curse makes Liam hate the one he loves most–his fiance. Angst.

i know my pain is such an imposition 

the boys finally get to go on their honeymoon. so of course it goes wrong.

long live the look on your face by wormhusk

Theo and Liam go to build-a-bear

he was sunshine i was midnight rain by wormhusk

Liam does a 30-day love challenge

Sceo

Shall I sleep within your bed by voices_in_my_head

In which Theo wasn't expecting to be rescued

fake my heart by LuthienKenobi

In which Theo is captured and a femme fatale all in one

gonna make you a believer by queerebrum

in which the battle is over, the Anuk Ite defeated, and Scott McCall can finally see things clearly–things like how he has been pretending he is not in love with Theo Raeken

Expelliaramus! by tabbytabbytabby

Gryffindor Scott and Slytherin Theo are secretly dating.

Sons of Monsters and Monster Sons by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

“i think,” theo says slowly, “my father tried to kill me when i was seven.” Sceo+Thiam, bc Theo is terribly in love with them both. Child Abuse Mention, as well as Mentions of sexual assault done to Theo by his Father. Theo did NOT have a happy loving childhood.

Unbreakable Heaven by tabbytabbytabby

Theo thinks he and Scott are FWBs while Scott thinks they are dating. Theo starts pulling away once he realizes he has feelings for Scott. Scott wonders what he did to make his boyfriend distant.

our hands dirtied by the other’s desire; i will declare my love with a slaughter by clementinecalls

When they lay in the grass and stare at the stars, Scott runs his thumb over Theo’s wrist. Feeling his pulse steady under his touch. He thinks about the sun in comparison to Theo. He thinks about how he was Icarus and he loved Theo just as he loved the sun — too close, too much.

Homeless Theo/Theo + Pack

Too Afraid to Follow Through by dangerouscoffeetheorist

for your melissa & theo needs, and theo being forced to join the pack against his will. 

wither under the iridescent glow of the sun, moon, and stars by fallingforboys

Theo digs the bullets out himself, using them to cauterize the wounds, and the air around him becomes hot and a little sticky with the smell of his flesh burning, but he ignores it.

He ignores it and saves himself, because that’s all he knows how to do. He saves himself because he knows that no one else would bother trying. (He’s wrong.) Thiam but mostly pack focused

Heart coming up my throat, think I’m getting worse at breathing by Multifandom_damnnation 

Jordan Parrish & Theo. Thiam

murphy’s golden rule: whoever has the gold makes the law by game_ender

Coach Finstock & Theo. In which Theo gets adopted by the Coach. Thiam

Vanlife Style! by onyxthroughtheages

In which Alec and Theo are bffs, Theo was raised in the sewers and so learns about TikTok scandals and instafame through Google, and mentions Liam in almost every TikTok he ever makes.

built a ship in the morning but the hull’s worn through by eneiryu

in which theo makes a deal with the pack: after Monroe, he gets to walk away. Thiam

waves on the ocean for the wavering kind by eneiryu

a two parter series. part one is where Theo leaves Beacon Hills with exactly the same things he came into it with: his truck, a duffel bag full of clothes, and the permanent taste of blood and grave dirt in his mouth. part two is argent’s pov. thiam

Fics That Deserve a Category of Their Own

You only feel one emotion at a time by likelightninginabottle

Theo doesn't feel pain. It makes him reckless. The pack doesn't notice, until they do. Incomplete. Pack Dynamics. Thiam. Theo’s Past, Theo’s Present, and Hopefully, Theo’s Future.

Take my heart (and put it somewhere safe) by not_carrying_on

​​The one where Theo reluctantly helps the pack capture Monroe, deals with the aftermath of his upbringing with the Dread Doctors, saves the lives of not so few people (despite the will to deny it until his dying breath), practically adopts Alec and pulls his head out of his ass.

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Emerald Star ( a s6 off screen Sterek ficlet)

Set after this scene.

As Stiles was finally given some medical attention and they had bandaged up his toe, he had calmed down and was breathing into a paper bag while a medic gave him some pills to help with the pain.

Derek had been asked to complete some formalities with the FBI and was taken away by some agents just moments before.

Stiles limped sitting carefully on the sidewalk by the road icing his toe waiting for Derek.

After a few minutes , Derek handed some papers to the agents before heading over to where Stiles was sitting .

" You're free to go ?" Stiles asked as Derek sat next to him

" Pretty much" Derek said " I see you're no longer screaming in pain, How's your toe?"

" Patched up for now,I'll be fine in a few days " He replied

" That guy said you're free to take a few days to recover before heading back " Derek said pointing at the agent in charge of the field operation.

" Of course he did" Stiles stated " They're worried that if this gets worse, I'd be able to sue them. Although I'm the one who convinced them to take me on the operation, I'm still an intern."

Derek nodded before standing up. " You could benefit from a few days off. Come on" He said reaching his hand out to Stiles who took it before carefully standing up

" You think you can walk? " Derek asked as Stiles handed the ice pack back to the medics

" I think so " Stiles replied trying to walk and wincing in pain

" Alright come on" Derek said putting his arm around his shoulder and one on his hip to help him walk to his jeep.

Derek helped him sit in the passenger seat before heading to the driver side.

" Where are we going?" Stiles enquired as Derek started the jeep

" My motel, it's a little further down from here" Derek stated

" You can drop me off at my motel and keep the jeep for the night " Stiles stated

" You'd better stay with me." Derek stated " For..uhm..your safety, so you don't end up injuring yourself more. "

" Oh, uhm Are you sure ?" Stiles questioned as Derek nodded

" Alright Can you stop by mine first? I gotta grab some of my stuff ." Stiles stated

Derek agreed as they drove in silence, a lingering sense of uncertainty and tension palpable between the two since the last time they had seen each other was when Kate had taken Scott.

Derek had left and decided not to look back at Beacon Hills which had bothered Stiles more than he'd like to admit because no one else seemed as perturbed.

Derek pulled over to Stiles motel and helped him to his room waiting outside as Stiles packed his stuff before checking out.

Derek helped him with his bags before they settled into an uneasy silence while Derek drove towards his motel.

Once they reached his motel, Derek grabbed Stiles's bag and helped him walk up to the room before unlocking it and letting him in.

Stiles walked in and crashed on the tiny couch looking around the room to find only one queen sized bed .

He pursed his lips wondering why Derek had told him to stay here when he had only one bed.

" Do you want to take a shower?" Derek asked

" Huh?" Stiles asked, his thoughts being interrupted.

" Are you going to take a shower or shall I go?" Derek asked grabbing a towel and sweatpants .

" You can go, I'll go after you" Stiles stated as Derek headed into the bathroom

Stiles dug through his bag to find a book to keep him occupied and was interrupted a few minutes later by a shirtless Derek walking through the bathroom door wearing only grey sweatpants with the towel around his neck as he dried his hair

Stiles lowered the book a little raising his eyebrows at the sight in front of him as Derek went to grab a shirt.

" Do you want to go now?" Derek asked wearing a black shirt that, of course clung to his body making Stiles roll his eyes

Does he always buy a size small? Stiles wondered before standing up and slowly grabbing a towel along with a change of clothes before heading to the shower .

" Are you sure it's safe to get your wound wet ?" Derek asked

" I'll just wrap a plastic bag around it, just to be safe " Stiles stated grabbing an empty take out cover he had stuffed in his bag as Derek looked at him questioningly.

" What?" Stiles asked

" Why do you have a plastic bag with you?" Derek asked

" It helps with panic attacks and stuff " Stiles shrugged

" it's not a hygiene thing, I'm very tidy , thank you very much " He snarked slowly limping to the shower

Once he had cleaned himself up, he headed out slowly walking with the plastic cover around his foot.

" You're gonna hurt yourself " Derek stated as Stiles sat on the chair by the side of the bed

" I'll be fine " Stiles stated slowly taking off the cover and placing his foot on the bed

Derek moved over so he was sitting by Stiles's leg before reaching over and holding Stiles's ankle gently putting it on his lap

" What are you-" Stiles asked trying to pull his leg away when Derek tightened his grp on his ankle not letting him move it.

" Calm down" Derek said looking at him " I'm only trying to help"

Stiles watched feeling a little uneasy as Derek's veins turned black and he felt a sense of relief on his injured foot before Derek gently placed it back onto the bed.

" Thank you" Stiles said rubbing the back of his neck nervously

Derek nodded before grabbing a book from his nightstand and moving further away on the bed to read .

Stiles narrowed his eyes looking at him wondering if he should let it go or say something about what was bothering him.

" Uhm, hello? " Stiles said as Derek turned to look at him " What the hell Derek? Where were you all this time and why did you just disappear after you left with Braeden ? "

Derek sighed placing the book down " That's why you've been giving me the silent treatment?"

" What, you knew I was pissed and didn't say anything ?" Stiles asked

" I was trying to give you some time " Derek said " and space "

" Time and space? " Stiles asked " What am I an astronaut?'

Derek rolled his eyes before saying " No , because I could tell something was bothering you, now I know it's cause of me."

" Of course it cause of you!" Stiles called out " Me and everyone else don't hear anything from you for months and the first day of my FBI internship you showed up on my screen as a mass murderer!"

" Why does it matter to you?" Derek asked

" Because it does, it just does." Stiles said " First you leave and don't look back , now you're getting caught up in this ?"

" I'm sorry, if I I recall correctly, you told me to have a safe journey and to enjoy when I told you I was leaving " Derek said shifting so he was sitting on the edge of the bed opposite to Stiles.

" Of course I did, you were leaving, did you want me to throw you a going away party?" Stiles quipped

" No, but when I told you I was leaving, that's all you said, then why is it bothering you so much now ?" Derek asked

" Because it does !" Stiles called out "Why is it so hard to believe that someone could actually care for you?"

"Because it didn't seem like it" Derek replied " If you cared, then maybe you should've said something more than have a safe journey. " Derek said furrowing his brows

" Like what ? What could I have possibly said to make you change your mind ?" Stiles asked throwing his hands up in defeat .

" You could've asked me to stay. " Derek sighed as he looked away

Stiles scoffed " Yeah like that would've made a difference "

" It would. " Derek said " I would've stayed if you had asked me to...but you didn't "

Stiles blinked in surprise at what he heard before leaning forward and resting his hand on his knee

" Derek I wanted nothing more than to have you stay" Stiles stated as Derek finally turned to look at him " But not because I asked you to...but because you want to."

" Beacon Hills was just a reminder for you of everything you lost, I know it got hard for you to stay and pretend like everything was fine.." Stiles shrugged " I'm not going to be selfish and ask you to stick around for my sake....not when you're unhappy. "

Derek took a deep breath shaking his head " I'm sorry I didn't call, I thought of it a lot but... decided not to because I thought it didn't matter to you."

" After everything we've been through, you still don't think I care ?" Stiles asked raising his eyebrows

Derek sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor, unable to meet Stiles' eyes. "I guess I was wrong."

They remained quiet , the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, before Derek decided to break the silence by getting up to grab a pillow and heading to the sofa.

"I'll take the couch" Derek said and just when Stiles was about to protest,

"Stiles, You're clearly tired and need a good nights sleep more than me" Derek stated "Let's not argue about this."

Stiles agreed quietly before settling into the bed as Derek turned off the light.

Despite the words left unsaid, their shared history and the bond they shared spoke volumes, echoing through the silence that stretched between them.

(Part.1) / (Part.2) / (Part.3) /(Part.4) /(Part.5)