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"What if we stay?"

Toussaint. Things I'm manifesting for The Witcher's last season.

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Imagine Derek never learnt how to ride a bike. It was something his dad promised to do with him, but he died before he got the chance. Over the years, Peter, Laura, Talia and many others have offered to teach him but Derek always said no, it was meant to be his dad who taught him.

Then, one day, Stiles rides his bike to Derek’s place (the Jeep is in the shop getting fixed) and Derek admits that he never learnt to ride a bike. He tells Stiles about his dad and how his dad promised to teach him, and this time, when Stiles offers to teach him how to ride a bike, Derek accepts.

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Imagine the Sheriff is helping out at a huge charity silent auction and Peter jokingly submits “A Day With Rich Bachelor, Derek Hale” as an item to bid on (making a joke that maybe Derek will get out and meet someone). The Sheriff offers to pull it from the listing but Derek shrugs it off, it’s for charity after all.

At the auction, Derek runs into Stiles who looks a little defeated and broken-hearted.

“What’s wrong?” Derek asks, a spark in his eye that looks like he’s ready to pick a fight.

“It’s nothing,” Stiles says. “There’s this limited edition Star Wars Lego set that I’ve wanted for years, I’ve been saving up for it but it always sells before I can save enough to buy it. There’s one here but I got out-bid almost immediately.” He shakes his head but before he can change the subject Kate Argent sweeps in, flashing a wicked grin as she tells Derek that she is going to win the Day with Derek.

Derek’s gut sinks. He swallows hard against the rising terror.

“Piss off, Kate,” Stiles says bluntly.

She doesn’t budge, instead, starts taunting Derek with a list of twisted ideas she has. “And I’ll have you all to myself all day long.”

Stiles stands up, shoving Kate back a step and putting himself between her and Derek. “I said piss off.”

Kate chuckles at him before looking past him at Derek. “I’ll see you soon,” she taunts before walking away.

Stiles watches her go, making sure she’s far enough away before turning back to Derek. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Derek says, on the verge of a meltdown.

“I won’t let that happen,” Stiles reassure him. “My dad won’t let that happen.”

“The auction is nearly over,” Derek mutters. “It doesn’t matter.”

Stiles sighs. “Want a drink? I’ll get some water and come find you,” he offers. Derek nods and Stiles leaves, weaving his way through to the crowd to the table that has the bid. He reads Kate’s bid and - without hesitation - puts down a bid that is only a dollar more than hers (but it’s everything he has).

The auction ends and the next day, Derek is waiting for his day of torture to begin. When Stiles shows up at the loft, Derek is confused.

“What are you doing here?”

“I won the bid,” Stiles tells him proudly, before teasingly adding, “You have to spend the whole day with me.”

Derek hides his smile.

“I have a whole day planned,” Stiles says excitedly. “Come on.”

First, Stiles takes Derek into town to a bookstore. They spend ages just waking around and Stiles asks Derek to tell him about some of the books, asks Derek about his favourites and what he’d recommend. Stiles finds a few books he’s interested in and takes note of them so that he can buy them when he has money again.

Derek buys a few books and offers to buy lunch. Stiles lets him pick.

After that, they head back to the loft to watch movies (on Stiles’s laptop since Derek doesn’t have a tv) and order pizza for dinner.

“Why?” Derek asks him as the day wraps up.

“You like books,” Stiles says as if it answers everything. “And I know you’d much rather spend a day at home than out at a theme park or something.”

“You did all of this for me,” Derek says, still confused. “Why?”

Stiles shrugs. “Because you deserve it.”

Derek smiles bashfully, but bolts upright a moment later. He rushes off to grab something and comes back with a gift bag and a paper bag from the bookstore.

“These are for you,” Derek says, setting them down in front of Stiles.

In the paper bag are the books Stiles took an interest in (the ones he’d taken note of to buy when he had money), and when he opens the gift bag, he freezes. He stares at it in disbelief.

The limited edition Lego set.

“How?” Stiles asks, tearing his eyes away from the box to look at Derek.

Derek shrugs. “I won the bid.”

“Why?”

“Because you deserve it,” Derek says.

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Imagine Derek moves back to Beacon Hills with Eli and Eli invites Stiles to Derek’s birthday “party” (a bag of chips, some cupcakes that are messily decorated by Eli and Cora, and party hats—Eli insisted on doing it all himself).

The party is small, just Derek, Eli, Stiles and Cora. Derek asks why Eli invited Stiles and smiles so innocently as he says, “Because he’s your best friend.”

“What makes you think that?” Derek asks—he and Stiles are friends, sure, but best friends?

“Because you talk about him all the time,” Eli answers.

Cora snorts as she chokes back a laugh and Stiles turns toward Derek with an amused smile, his brows raised, and a look that says ‘oh really?’

Derek goes red with embarrassment.

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If Stiles went to his dad for help with his crush

Stiles: I have problems...with a boyyy

Sheriff: Like, "his dead body won't fit in your trunk" problems?

Sheriff: Or, "you like him" problems?

Stiles: "I like him" problems

Sheriff: Too bad, I could've helped with the other one

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#Don’t joke about my future father-in-law like that #Derek Smash

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Derek: *takes off his shirt*

Stiles: O.O

Derek: *jokingly* Take a photo, it’ll last longer.

Stiles: *without shame or hesitation*

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Imagine Derek comes home from work one day and he's really tired and just wants to nap. But baby Eli is teething and Boyd is so tired of being a werewolf baby's chew toy and tells Derek he's on his own

Stiles comes by to drop off some books he'd borrowed from the Hale vault. Stiles, who never once judged Derek for having a one night stand when he was drowning in misery after Laura's death. Stiles, who never told Derek he didn't think the Alpha couldn't take care of a baby he didn't know he was going to have. Stiles, the 17 year old squishy human who saved his life more times than Derek could count.

Stiles comes in, sees the mess in the loft and just smiles fondly as he picks Eli up from Derek's chest and carries the baby around while Stiles starts to pick up toys. Stiles hums the whole time, soothing both father and son.

Derek wakes up an hour later to dinner on the table, Eli playing happily on the floor and Stiles putting his shoes back on

"you always have an uncanny ability to wake up once food is done" stiles told him fondly. "There's some peeled grapes in the freezer, those should Eli with his raging mouth thing he's got going on. There's garlic bread in the oven. I've got to head out and meet dad at the station. See you tomorrow, big guy"

Derek just says there dumfounded, staring at the closed door.

Derek may have been doing everything he could to keep his pack together, but Stiles was the one holding Derek together. And he wasn't sure the boy even knew.

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Imagine, if you will, Derek and Stiles are neighbors.

Stiles is finishing his graduate degree in mythology and Derek is in a history graduate program.

They make small talk in the hallways sometimes, but Stiles is mostly with the beautiful red headed girl and Derek is seen a lot with the beautiful brunette who looks ready to maim at the slightest provocation.

Derek is reading one night and hears yelling through the walls of his apartment. He doesn't think much of it until he hears a feminine voice yelling back. He realizes it's coming from Stiles' apartment.

After 15 minutes, he finally decides to go over and see if everything is okay.

He's awkward when Stiles finally answers the door and Derek asks if everything is okay.

Stiles huffs and says it's fine.

“Really? Because it sounds like someone’s being murdered in here.”

Lydia appears behind Stiles, wine glass in hand, her expression equal parts fond and exasperated. “Oh, no one’s dying. He just thinks Orpheus was right.”

Stiles throws his hands in the air. “He was! He risked everything to save Eurydice! That’s-”

“He looked back, Stiles,” Lydia interrupts, turning to Derek with a theatrical sigh. “That was literally the one rule. Don’t look back. And he looked.”

“Because love makes you do stupid things!” Stiles snaps, wheeling back toward her. “He thought maybe she wasn’t there! That maybe the gods lied! I’d look too!”

“You would doom your man to eternal suffering because of your trust issues?” Lydia deadpans.

Derek blinks slowly. “You’re arguing about a myth?”

“It’s not just a myth!” Stiles nearly vibrates with frustration. “It’s a story about human nature and the fragility of faith and-”

“And how men can’t follow simple instructions,” Lydia adds.

"God, if I hadn't broken up with you in highschool, I would have done it right now." Stiles grumbles.

That catches Derek's attention. Is she not his girlfriend? Lydia's words about Stiles "dooming his man" filter in.

"Wait, are you guys not dating?" Derek finds himself asking.

"God no." Stiles says immediately.

"That vehemently quick denial kind of hurt my feelings." Lydia smirks.

"Eat me, Martin."

Suddenly Derek is hopeful. Maybe he can get to know his slightly neurotic, gorgeous neighbor.

"um, okay. Sorry. I misunderstood. I'll just be going now."

Stiles smiles at the man

"thanks for coming to make sure Lydia wasnt killing me. I appreciate that."

Derek nods and smiles back.

Before he walks back to his place he looks at Stiles one more time

"just so you know, I'd risk it all to turn back too."

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Sterek How to Tame a Silver Fox AU: Stiles is just trying to survive his senior year but trouble seems to follow him wherever he goes. If it's not the mean girls' relentless bullying at school, it's his obsessive, embittered ex-boyfriend sending him threats around the clock. His dad calls in a favour from a friend. Cue Derek Hale, the Sheriff’s surprisingly badass, overprotective friend, and Stiles’s babysitter.

Stiles comes up with a plan to get rid of Derek: seduce Derek to get him fired. But as Derek keeps rescuing Stiles from trouble, they both start developing real feelings.

Derek had sworn to keep a distance, to protect Stiles, focusing on his security, but the chemistry between them is undeniable, and the line begins to blur. He wants Stiles - badly - but he’s a dangerous man and he doesn’t want Stiles to get hurt. But keeping him at a distance could hurt him more.

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Derek: Where are you going?

Stiles: Either to get icecream or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car.

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Imagine there are grumbles of frustration as Stiles walks into the FBI offices. When he asks what is going on, they say there’s a suspect in interrogation that won’t break, won’t even say a word.

Stiles takes one glance at the file and has to fight the urge to laugh. “Let me take a crack at him.”

“Good luck,” the other agents say, thinking Stiles doesn't stand a chance.

Stiles walks into the interrogation room, and just stands there. He folds his arms over his chest and lifts an eyebrow questioningly.

The guy breaks and talks, telling Stiles everything.

The other agents are floored.

Stiles Stilinski - skinny, flailing, chatty Stiles - broke the infamous Derek Hale with just a look.

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Would any of you be interested in my studies, academic writing, and regular writing? Because I’m trying to set up a presence online for that side of my work, but I don’t really know what to post or talk about or what people would be interested in reading.

My “professional” blog is @jay-eddy

It needs a bit of an overhaul, but if you’re interested in books, reading, writing, creative writing studies, literary studies, disability in literature, young adult literature, dystopian fiction, and so on, that’s my jam.

My creative works are currently on pause while I work on my PhD thesis, but I would genuinely appreciate any feedback you have about the blog and what content you would like to see there.

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Stiles: Why are you so mad at me? Is it because I slept with your brother?

Cora: You WHAT?

Stiles: (distracted trying to think of another reason Cora would be mad at him) Okay, so it wasn’t that…

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Derek: (bleary-eyed, having just woken up) Morning.

Stiles: (wide awake) It’s morning?

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With the recent waves of AI scrappers stealing works from writers on AO3, I’ve had to change all my stories to restricted access (meaning only registered users can access them).

I’m sorry if it means you can’t read them, but I would honestly suggest putting in a request for an invitation. Even if you never post a fic or any works of your own, you can still make an account.

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Derek: *walks into the room*

Chris: He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?

Stiles: Well, it looks like it’s his own blood this time.