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Whoa. It's fish doorbell season

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Sterek Ft. Booty Grab

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dragonink13 · 4 months ago

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sterek twilight au fic recs

Requested by @emmmna and @fannondreamer 🖤🐺❤

Werewolves at Twilight by Renmackree

About three things he was absolutely positive. First, Derek Hale was a werewolf. Second, there was a part of him – and Stiles didn’t know how potent that part might be – that desired Stiles as a mate. And third, he was unconditionally and irrevocably turned on by him. or Twilight but Teen Wolf

Waning Crescent by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Derek’s scent was a heady warmth that enveloped Stiles’ senses. It was like the first strike of rain in a dried forest. A crisp smokiness to the tickle of petrichor. It lit up an unfamiliar spark in Stiles’ gut. And for the first time in a couple hundred years, his fangs ached.

in this twilight (i can't see shit) by Anniely

About three things Stiles is sure: First, the people in Beacon Hills are supernaturally gorgeous and he has no idea why he was allowed in. Second, if he hears 'mountain lion' one more time, he's going to do some serious maiming. And third, Derek Hale looks at him like he wants to eat him. And Stiles might just let him.

Honey moon from hell by Smolsized

Where Stiles and Derek's honeymoon doesn't go as planned. - Or the Sterek Twilight au literally no one asked for.

Twilight: the kinda sterek version no one asked for by skargasm

When Stiles Stilinski returns to Beacon Hills to live with his father, he meets the mysterious Derek Hale, to whom he finds himself drawn. Later, he discovers things about Derek and his family that may well put his very life in danger….

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I gotta ask now since I’m not seeing it in the rec list, do you have any good recommendations for jock Derek stories?

I do 💕

Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress

“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?” The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.” Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

Pong Me, Bro by LadyDrace

Stiles doesn't date jocks, because it seems like all they do is prance around making a spectacle of themselves to impress whoever they're trying to hook up with. It's pathetic, and Stiles isn't into it. Which is probably why it somehow completely escapes his notice that one particular jock is determined to catch his eye.

You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you) by standinginanicedress

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb. Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn't even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record. The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great. Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin' Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again. Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

soluble by HalfFizzbin

Derek comes back after summer break all hot, beardy and brace-less. Stiles honestly has no idea what everyone's freaking out about.

When the Rose Blooms by DevilishBittersweet

The first time Derek saw him was at a football game. There he was, cheering loudly for number 12, leaning over the bar in front of the bleachers. His nose was bright red due to the cold night air. His messy hair was half covered by a loose beanie. His skin was almost translucent under the large stadium lights. Derek’s acute sight could pick up the small moles that covered his face. Derek could hear his heart beat thrumming loudly in his chest out of excitement. He saw his friends around him. But Derek had his eyes set only on him.

Sandbox Love is Forever by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Being at different colleges, miles apart, meant that they’d likely be too busy for each other. An unstoppable force tearing them apart. But he could hold on for now. “Okay,” Stiles shakily answered, clearing his throat before continuing, “I’ll go with you after the game.” The corners of Derek’s lips started to turn up into a small but hopeful smile. It was different from the smile Derek did for football. It was always more personal—genuine—when he looked at Stiles.

A Thousand Fiery Suns of Angst - Just Press Play by apocryphal

All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It's all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.

Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

loving him is red by allhalethekings

"Who’s that?” Stiles asks, eyes not leaving the table. “Who?” Scott asks, following Stiles’s line of sight. “Him? That’s Derek Hale. And you better forget about him. He doesn’t date."

erroneous manoeuvres by slippingfromreality

"Hey, Stilinski!” Stiles clenches his teeth. “What do you want, Hale?” he shouts back, not bothering to turn around. The smug smirk that’s most likely waiting for him is already seared into his mind from overexposure. “A date!” the answer comes, still as loud, and most of the bystanders giggle or snort in Stiles’ direction. Stiles rolls his eyes. This is the third time this week. He’d complain that Hale’s jokes are getting pretty stale, but he’d probably be milking this situation for all that it’s worth, too, if their roles were reversed. “Wrong aisle,” he grouses back, “try the bakery section. I hear they have fresh tarts.” Or, in which Stiles grievously misjudged his bullying situation.

If I should stumble, catch my fall by Gorgeousgreymatter

Well, friendship is canceled. That's all Stiles can think when he walks into the locker room and finds it empty, with Scott's dumb werewolf ass completely AWOL despite the text message he'd received assuring him otherwise. Which wouldn't be that bad, if not for the fact that now Stiles is face to face with a very wet, very naked Derek Hale.

Kingdom By The Sea by kilaem

Lydia grabs his arm and pulls him down in the seat next to her. “When the hell did you find time to bag a guy like Hale?” “We’re friends,” Stiles feels his face heat up, and then the team are running out and Derek sees him and smiles. His blush gets worse. “Oh really?” “Our moms were friends, okay? We’ve been in diapers together.” “I thought you two hated each other.”

Game On by stilinskisparkles

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

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dragonink13 · 6 months ago

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My Teen Wolf fic masterlist

Hearts full of stars and coffee - Stiles/Derek, coffee shop AU, rated T, 18 chapters, 24k words, fluff and humour with a tiny bit of angst

A coffee shop AU set in a supernatural free ‘verse. Do you need a summary? You know how this is going, right? ;)

“What? You don’t have a plan to get him to notice you?” Scott starts off at a brisk pace; the sort that always leaves Stiles scrambling to keep up and means he arrives places red faced and out of breath.

“No, Scotty, my current plan is - focus on my studies and get into the FBI. There is no space in that for attracting the attention of hot baristas. If there was, I would absolutely have a plan but as it is, the plan is just to keep buying coffee there and hope he notices me.”

21st Century Love - Stiles/Scott, rated T, 800 word one shot, fluff and humour

In an AU where werewolves can get drunk, Scott has had rather a lot of whiskey and confesses to Derek that there are things he wants to give to Stiles, then decides he should tell Stiles too. Immediately. Derek thinks that letting a drunk, lovesick Scott out of his sight is probably a bad idea and makes him stay. (Un)fortunately, Scott still has his phone so Scott and the whiskey decide it’s a great idea to text Stiles instead. What could possibly go wrong?

We belong to the light (we belong to the thunder) - Stiles/Derek, rated E, kink smut, 3k one shot, porn with angst

Stiles doesn’t want to hurt Derek. Except when he really really does. And who better to hurt than a werewolf who will heal from anything he dishes out?

I’m the ghost of my mistakes - Stiles/Derek, rated E for violence (though probably more M, I rated it cautiously), 20 chapters, 30k words, BAMF!Stiles, plenty of action, angst with a happy ending

Stiles hasn’t been known as Stiles for the past six years. He’s Mitch Rapp, a CIA assassin with 117 kills under his belt. When he gets a late night call from Scott, saying Derek has been taken, he’s on the road back to Beacon Hills in less than ten minutes. He’s going to get Derek back, even if that means adding a few more kills to his ledger.

An American Assassin/Teen Wolf fusion. Rated E for violence which is canon typical for AA but might be considered extreme for TW. If you’re familiar with the plot of AA, please be assured that no female or beloved TW characters have been fridged in the making of this fic and pairing.

And in our broken pieces - Peter/Chris, rated G, 3k one shot, emotional angst with a hopeful ending

Chris is drunk. He doesn’t know where he’s going until he gets there and it’s the last place he expected to find himself. Which is a coincidence because Chris is the last person Peter expects to be knocking on his door at 2am. He isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do with a drunk Chris. He’s even less sure why he’s supposed to care. But he can’t leave Chris to wander the streets in this state so he hauls him inside where Chris passes out - but not before uttering four very confusing words that keep Peter awake all night. Will those words make any more sense when they talk the next morning?

Featuring a drunk Chris, a snarky Peter, and a surprising amount of emotional angst packed into 3k words.

A kitchen full of crumbs - Stiles/Derek, rated T, 3k one shot, fluff and humour

A fic in which Stiles stress bakes, Peter is confused, both of them are snarky and Derek has a surprise for Stiles.

Humour, fluff and baking disasters.

Home for the summer - Stiles/Derek, deputy!Derek AU, rated E, 14 chapters, 30k words, fluff, smut, light angst, slightly bittersweet but hopeful ending and is part of a longer series I have planned so more to come

Stiles is back in Beacon Hills after his first year at college. There’s a party. Alcohol happens. He’s walking home when his feet forget how to be feet and he falls into the road - right in front of a police cruiser that just happens to be driven by a very hot deputy. A few minutes later, he’s under arrest because his mouth ran away with him like it always does. By the time he’s sober, the hot deputy is still hot and Stiles needs a plan to get Derek to notice him.

Does it work?

Of course it does ;)

Vodka happened - Stiles/Derek, rated T, 6k, one shot, fluff and humour, pining, drinking

5 times Stiles has no brain to mouth filter and turns into a malfunctioning octopus, and 1 time Derek does. Featuring drunk Stiles and pining Derek, a giggling fit, lurid blue vomit that costs Derek a car, a vodka incident and a kiss.

A werewolf walks into a bar (but there’s no punchline) - Stiles/Derek, rated E, 4.5k, one shot, angst and kinky porn

When Derek walks into a bar to meet an anonymous guy he met on a hookup site, he isn’t expecting to find a familiar face that he hasn’t seen for seven years. Will he do the safe thing and walk away? Or will he let himself fall and hope Stiles is still there to catch him?

Let’s build a beehive - Stiles/Derek, rated G, 23.5k, fluff and angst, getting together, cottagecore

Ten years after he last saw Derek, Stiles’ life is in ruins and he has nowhere else to turn. He has Derek’s address but will he be welcomed?

A post canon AU about healing, growth, acceptance, and love.

Love in the time of emails - Stiles/Derek, rated T, 17k, fluff and angst, getting together, autistic Derek, ADHD Stiles

The fic in which Stiles and Derek fall in love over literary references shared by email. Featuring autistic Derek, ADHD Stiles, the author’s attempts at humour and a very over protective Laura who adds some angst to proceedings.

You aren’t broken - Stiles/Derek, rated G, 4k, angst with a happy ending, almost a break up, autistic ace Derek

Derek doesn’t understand sex. Well, no, that makes him sound innocent and sheltered and he isn’t either of those things.

But he doesn’t understand the appeal of sex.

The one in which Derek thinks he’s broken and tries to break up with Stiles. Stiles doesn’t let him and insists on an open conversation which leads to Derek realising he’s not broken, he’s asexual. But can Stiles accept that?

(Spoiler alert: of course he can.)

Fire and Water, Stiles/Derek, rated G, 2k, angst with a happy ending

Derek is full of unspoken words and unexpressed emotions that sear him from the inside out until finally, finally, he allows them to escape into dark ash stains that smear across the harsh white of his notebook. Or, the one in which Derek is compelled to write a story. Turns out, he’s writing about Stiles. What will happen when Stiles reads it? Angst and healing and two people finding safety in each other.

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dragonink13 · 9 months ago

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Hi, I was stalking you a little and discovered this https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/949418 fic where Stiles is accidentally seducing Derek acting like a ideal mate without even knowing and I was wondering if you had other fics like this one.

Even if you don't I want to thank you for your hard work! Ganbatte kudasai!

Hi @nenehyuuchiha! I think so.

You're Turning Heads When You Walk Through The Door by Sheynora

(1/5 I 7,612 I Explicit)

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence:

Kate knows the weak link in the Hale Pack.

It'll be easy; seduce Derek and use his love to destroy the pack. Only... this loud-mouthed, klutz named Stiles keeps getting in the way. Derek can't notice Kate if he's too busy noticing Stiles.

Damn Stiles for being so sexy

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Or the AU where the Hale Fire didn't happen, but Kate Argent plans to make it happen. Except Stiles and his accidental sexiness keep ruining Kate's plans to seduce Derek.

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Cause I Built A Home (For You, For Me) by nymphe

(1/1 I 6,860 I Teen)

Erica is giggling somewhere in the background. “I think he’d like exactly what you’d like, mom.”

Or, a 5 Times fic wherein Stiles doesn’t realize he’s been accidentally co-parenting a gang of furry teenagers/displaying Perfect Mate Characteristics, + the 1 Time Derek enlightens him.

Wanted and Wounded by RoxyRosee

(3/3 I 12,781 I Explicit)

Derek can't seem to get off. It's been days with no luck, and he's constantly on edge. But then pack night rolls around, and when Stiles falls into him as he goes to sit down on the couch, Derek is suddenly coming, right where he sits.

Turns out, Stiles is his mate. And among a whole slew of embarrassing side effects to this whole "mate" thing is the fact that Derek will never again be able to have an orgasm without Stiles by his side.

So yeah, Derek's life kind of sucks right now.

Try To See It My Way by Phantomlimb

(19/19 I 24,577 I Mature)

Derek has no fucking clue about what to do. He doesn't know how to woo someone. Let alone if that someone is Stiles

The Boy Is Mine, You Bonkers! by frownypup

(3/3 I 35,535 I Explicit)

It turns out that the words ‘a painfully smart and brave unclaimed human who is stupidly unutilized in Beacon Hill’s pack’ became the hottest gossip in werewolf underground. Yes, what the hell. Stiles’ existence has changed from a plankton to a rising sun.

Derek Hale has something he needs to say about it.

for a good time, call... by EvanesDust

(10/10 I 46,841 I Explicit)

Stiles unlocks his phone to send out a quick text asking his father what he wants to eat, even though he’ll get salad regardless, and notices a strange number on his recent call log.

His face scrunches in confusion before realization dawns on him.

Oh shit.

Events from the night before peek through the hazy fog of his mind. Stiles thought, or he was hoping, that the phone call was a dream. But there it is, staring at him in the face—a one minute and 57-second call to an unfamiliar number.

Oh God.

Did he seriously call someone—possibly an alpha werewolf!—for phone sex?

...Or the one where Stiles drunk dials a very grumpy alpha werewolf and propositions him for phone sex. Hilarity, misunderstandings, and feelings ensue.

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dragonink13 · 9 months ago

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quick reminder that my own gay ass genuinely supports the hell outta each and every one of you. regardless if i know you or not, im happy to be living in this shithole of a life in the same world with you.

and im proud of you, i know in my heart just how beautiful, amazing, talented, smart, and worthy you are and i hope you can see that too🏳️‍🌈🌈

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Not dressed like that you’re not…

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finding out there's a frankenstein ballet and that it was in october of last year…DEVASTATING

look at this. look at these. im foaming at the mouth

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dragonink13 · 10 months ago

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For someone who is tired 100% of the time, I sure am bad at sleeping.

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dragonink13 · 10 months ago

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This is a little sterek college AU (are they human are they werewolves who knows) one shot that I wrote on my phone with no beta or editing So apologies for the errors! The premise is a little vauge on purpose in case I want to expand this into a full story later but basically its an "Everyone grew up together" kind of vibe. Made Derek only 3 years older to make him still being in college realistic. Enjoy!

The car slowing to a stop woke Stiles. Blinking around and not fully conscious he asked confused:

"Are we there already?"

Derek glanced over from the driver's seat and chuckled.

"No we still have like three hours. It's just a traffic jam."

"Oh," stiles sat up a little straighter and looked around, clearly still half asleep. "We'll still get there early right?"

"Yeah, gps says we'll arrive at 1, so plenty of time for move in," Derek assured as the traffic began inching forward.

"Good, I need to talk to the housing department," Stiles pulled out his phone, fingers moving rapidly as he typed.

Derek smiled indulgently. It was Stiles freshman year of college and Derek had never seen him so excited.

"To get your key?" Derek prompted when Stiles didn't elaborate.

"No, I need to see if they have any empty rooms," Stiles tone was almost vague, his attention on his phone. "Or any double rooms with only one occupant. Here look there's an alternative route-"

"I'm sorry what?" Derek cut Stiles off. "You have to ask about a room? Stiles it's move in day! The day you move in!"

"Yeah so I have to get a room to move into," Stiles rolled his eyes. "So the earlier the better! Here, take the next exit so we can get around-"

"Mieczyslaw Genim Stilinski!!" Derek didn't roar, they were in a closed car but it was a close thing.

"Hey hey hey, why are you middle naming me?" Stiles demanded. "Forget that, why are you first naming me?!"

"Because your father isn't here to do it!" Derek growled. "You don't have a place to live?"

"Well I did! But then Scott decided to room with Allison instead and I told him not to worry about it but when I called the place we were going to rent from they said I couldn't rent a two bedroom as one person so yes I'm going to talk to housing when we get there!" Stiles waved his hands around as he spoke, getting more agitated. "What else was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, stiles, ask the adults in your life for help?" Derek pointed out.

"Dad has enough on his plate and I had already told him scott and I were set," Stiles sounded embarrassed.

"Your father is not the only adult in your life," Derek reminded, though not harshly. "What about my parents, hell Laura would have been happy to help or I don't know me??"

"Your parents were busy getting cora all set up," Stiles pointed out. "And I thought about calling Laura but her semester just started too..."

"And me?" Derek prompted. "I'm not exactly new at this!"

"Honestly I forget you're an adult too," Stiles admitted sheepishly.

"Stiles!" Derek groaned almost closing his eyes but the traffic began moving again and he focused back on the road.

"I know I know!! That's why I want to get there early, so I can get this sorted out with the housing department!" Stiles desperately explained again before holding out his phone again. "So can we take the alternate route?"

"What if you moved in with me?"

Stiles jaw dropped and he half lowered the phone. Derek wasn't looking at him, the older man's eyes on the road but he was growing in thought.

"What?"

"Move in with me," Derek repeated. "It's small but you wouldn't have to worry about rent, you could save the money you make at your job. It's technically off campus but it's not far to walk. There's also a bus stop out front-"

"But you hate having roommates!" Stiles interrupted. "And isn't it a one bedroom?"

"Yeah it's a little place but we can make it work. And you're not a stranger so I think I'll be fine," Derek smiled slightly. "What do you say?"

"Okay," Stiles was almost breathless. "If you're really sure..."

"I'm sure Stiles. Now we've still got like two and a half hours to go so go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when we get there."

"Okay," Stiles said again, smiling this time. "Thanks Der."

"You're welcome," Derek responded with a smile.

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"I'm sorry I have so many books," stiles frowned apologetic as they hauled the last two boxes up the stairs to the apartment.

"It's fine, Stiles, I promise," Derek said for what felt like the hundredth time.

They dropped the boxes by the half full bookshelves in the small living room before pausing to take a break.

Heading to the kitchen Derek pulled a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, silently greatful he had come the week before to clean and stock the apartment. It hadn't been used in months and had been dusty. Derek had wanted move in day to have as minimal work as possible so he had come to prepare.

"Are you sure about me not paying rent?" Stiles worried voice pulled Derek from his thoughts.

"I told you it's fine. I don't pay rent, why would I make you pay rent?" Derek held out a water bottle to Stiles. "My parents own the building, specifically so family can use it without having to worry about paying for accommodations. There's always a few units empty. This one has been mine since I started school."

"If you're sure," Stiles relented. "Do we need any groceries? I can make a run!"

"Sure," Derek started but he was interrupted by a knock on the door and it swinging open.

"Hey nerd, how's unpacking going?"

Both men turned to see Erica kicking off her shoes by the door.

"Hey Erica!" Stiles greeted brightly. "It's going pretty good! We got the sleeping arrangements sorted first then hauled everything in!"

Erica froze for half a second at the sight of stiles before smiling.

"What are you doing here?" She asked

"Oh I'm living here," stiles glanced between his two friends "did Derek not tell you?"

"He did not," Erica gave Derek a pointed look and the older man rolled his eyes.

"Cut me some slack, I didn't even know until like 3 hours ago!" Derek gave Stiles a face. "Someone thought they could show up on move in day and just find a place to stay!"

"Oh?" Erica grinned and Stiles blushed.

"I'm going to go get some groceries now," he muttered avoiding Erica's eye and she laughed.

"Whatever Batman," Erica plopped on the couch, pulling out her phone. "Bring me back some chocolate?"

"Sure," Stiles agreed easily. "I won't be long!"

"Ok be safe and call me if you get lost!" Derek said sternly.

"This isn't the preserve Derek, GPS actually works here so I think I'll be fine!" With that stiles left, waving as he pulled the door closed.

As soon as she hears the door latch Erica jumped up rouding on Derek.

"This is a terrible idea!!" She exclaimed. "Why would you even suggest it?"

"If you're gonna lecture at least help me unpack his books," Derek answered, dodging the question.

"Seriously Derek, what were you thinking?" Erica grabbed a box and began opening it.

"Well I wasn't gonna let him be homeless!" Derek hissed. "He's my best friend-"

"Who you've been in love with since you were what 8?" Erica crossed her arms.

"If we're getting technical since I was 3," Derek admitted.

Erica did the quick mental math before asking:

"God Derek, was he even born??"

"Um not yet."

"Derek!" Erica groaned. "What are you going to do if he brings someone home? You'll be in jail for murder!"

"I'm not that jealous!" Derek said defensively.

"No but you are that protective!" Erica countered.

"It won't be a problem anyway, Stiles isn't going to bring anyone home," Derek said dismissively.

"Are we talking about the same stiles?" Erica raised an eyebrow. "Stiles stilinski? The boy who dated Lydia Martin! Stiles stilinski who dated your sister and your cousin not to mention half the lacrosse team! Say what you want but that boy can pull!"

"Okay so we cross that bridge when we get there!" Derek continued putting books on the shelves, avoiding Erica's eye for a moment.

"Yeah okay," Erica crossed her arms. "We'll see how that goes."

"You want a tour or what?" Derek huffed, changing the subject.

"Obviously," Erica grinned. "Why else do you think I came over?"

Derek refrained from rolling his eyes and gestured for the young woman to follow him. He gave a quick tour of the living room and kitchen before opening the door to the bedroom.

"There's only one bed?!" Erica rounded on Derek, her disbelief written across her face.

"It's a king, we can share," Derek shrugged. "We have before."

"This is going to end so badly. This is a disaster," Erica stood dumbfounded. "Seriously what were you thinking?"

*****

"I was thinking 'hey one less thing to stress over' Scott I wasn't thinking about how in each other's space it would be!" Stiles nearly threw his hands up in exasperation. "I didn't exactly have another option!"

"You should have told me! Allison and I could have got a bigger place or you an I could have done this first semester together and she and I could have moved in together next semester!" Scott's worried voice came over the phone and stiles could almost see Scott nervously pacing.

"It's Derek Scott, it'll be fine!" Stiles tried to sound confident.

"Who you've been in love with since you were old enough to walk!" Scott pointed out.

Stiles groaned.

"I know, I know. But honestly, how bad can this be?"

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dragonink13 · 10 months ago

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You’d know what be really fucking funny, okay so stick with me but you all know that general idea that stiles has a spark and his spark works on his belief / willpower yes? Yes? Good

Now imagine the saying of “kissing it better” + plus stiles spark.

It’s starts with his mother — whom stiles claimed was magic, but everyone truly believes that their mother is magic. Stiles doesn’t really take it super seriously until after Scott gets bitten and deaton calls stiles a spark — but that’s besides the point.

Anytime stiles got hurt via bump, bruises and cuts, as any rambunctious child would - his mother would help him dry his tears and clean the wound before “kissing it better”.

So stiles just grows up assuming that kissing a wound will make it heal faster. And for all intents and purposes it does, unbeknownst to him because of his and his mother’s magic. But he doesn’t really think to much about it because he’s 1. Not around a lot of injuries and 2. not going around kissing people to help heal them.

Well until Derek fucking hale drops half dead in front of his jeep from a gunshot.

Derek doesn’t know enough about humans to argue with stiles, but he’s still not a hundred percent sure. Especially after he got kissed by him and it healed a gunshot??? That was poisoned with wolfsbane??? He gets ever more confused after he overhears a mother in the grocery store consoling her child by telling them that mom will “kiss it better”.

Peter calls Derek an idiot but never actually confirms or denies anything. Scott isn’t any help because he grew up around stiles and just acclimated to it over time. Sheriff Stilinski just sips his coffee in silence.

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Prompt: Can’t go wrong with a body swap scenario

Thank you @imtryingandtired for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!

“Scott, we have a problem!”

Scott's eyebrows did a thing that would have made Derek proud. “What? A bigger problem than the fact your body swapped with Derek.”

“I gotta pee,” Stiles rushed to say as he hopped from foot to foot.

Scott's puppy face scrunched up with a mix of confusion and concern. “Why is that a problem? Does Derek have like a… medical condition? Does it burn or -”

“What, no! No!” Stiles cut in with a furious wave of his surprisingly soft but equally masculine hands. He lowered Derek’s voice even more so those in the next room wouldn’t hear him. “I just - what do I do, man? I have to, like, take it out and…”

“You mean you haven’t yet?” Scott asked in genuine surprise.

“Of course, I haven’t, dumbass! What do you take me for? I would never take advantage of anyone's so very hot, like insanely hot and tempting body - temporarily mine or not.”

Scott threw up his hands in surrender. “Sorry! I’m sorry, I just - you haven't even looked?”

“No!” Stiles exclaimed, stomping Derek’s foot. “Help me!”

Scott looked around as if an answer was hiding somewhere. “I - I don’t know man, maybe asked Derek?”

“Ask Derek what?” Came Stiles's voice even though it wasn’t Stiles speaking. “What have you been doing to my body, Stiles?” It was amazing how Derek managed to make Stiles's eyebrows move in ways Stiles had never managed himself. He didn’t know his face could scowl like that. He didn’t know he had the muscles for it.

Stiles, who was in Derek’s amazing body right now, closed his gorgeous eyes in defeat. Derek seriously had the longest eyelashes. He was never going to hear the end of this.

Scott began to chuckle uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his neck helplessly and waved a hand at Stiles. “That’s the problem he won’t do anything to it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Derek asked, crossing Stiles’s arms over his chest. It was so weird seeing Derek’s expressions on Stiles's face, although the stance was missing its usual impact due to the severe lack of big, beefy muscles to back it up.

Stiles pinched the bridge of - Derek’s perfectly symmetrical nose and decided just to bite the bullet or risk worse embarrassment if he didn’t figure out his dilemma soon. “I have to pee.”

Derek’s - Stiles's eyebrows nearly shot into his hairline. “So go pee.”

Stiles felt Derek’s all too tempting mouth fall open with his own shock. “I - I mean… it doesn’t bother you?”

Stiles watched his own slender shoulders shrug, although Derek couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m more worried about the state of my bladder, to be honest. How long have you been holding it?”

Stiles felt Derek’s cute ears go red in embarrassment, and wasn’t that a weird feeling? Now, not only did he know what Derek looked like when he blushed, but he knew how it felt as his adorable ears grew warm. “A while, I guess. I was trying to respect boundaries. I mean… I wasn’t sure - have you?”

Stiles now knew what he looked like when he blushed. Was it always so obvious?

“Oh,” Stiles said, feeling himself turn even redder, and he wondered if it was as visible on Derek’s darker skin as it was on his own pale skin. So Derek had touched his… Stiles couldn’t think about that right now, but it figured the first time another hand, even though it was technically his very familiar hand, had been on his dick, he wouldn’t be there to experience it.

This was such a weird situation.

It wasn’t like Stiles had anything to be embarrassed about. He was rather… endowed. It was sort of a thing he was known for, a rumor that followed him around school, even though he was still a virgin, so no one but the guys in the locker room could confirm it.

Derek cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I didn’t realize it would be an issue. I’m sorry if I overstepped -“

“No! No!” Stiles protested before Derek could feel bad about it. If a guy had to pee, he had to pee. “I don’t have a problem with it. You’ve got full permission to do whatever you want with my body,” Stiles joked, trying to break the weird tension. He knew how much consent meant to Derek, which was why he’d been so hesitant in the first place. “I just thought that you might have an issue with me, uh… handling it.”

Derek just looked at him. “If you need permission, then this is me saying you can pee.”

Stiles breathed a sigh as Derek’s big, broad, amazing shoulders sagged in relief. “Oh, thank god, do you maybe want to come help?”

“Are you asking me to hold it for you? With your hands?” Derek deadpanned, and did Stiles really look that bitchy when he was being sarcastic? He could see why people always felt the urge to hit him.

“I - I Just mean, do you?”

Derek looked at him with exasperation. “Stiles, go pee!”

Stiles jumped into action. “Yeah, okay, do you like… want to come with -”

“Stiles!”

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dragonink13 · 11 months ago

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i was tagged by the amazing @endwersed <3 <3

I have so many irons in the fire rn. Currently, most of my energy is going into the Sterek Reverse bang, so here's a looong snip of that!

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Stiles shudders. Nothing from last night makes sense. And today, he feels like a stranger in a strange land, regarding everything and everyone with new eyes. A woman died gruesomely, and Stiles almost shared her fate. Something changed, there was a fundamental shift in reality, and yet no one seems to have noticed. And, for once, the ability to make people understand is beyond him.

"I cannot make you understand," Stiles mutters to himself. "I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

A few bar stools down, a man snort-laughs and says, "Did you just... Was that Kafka? Did you just monologue a Kafka novel at your glass of whiskey?"

Stiles' head snaps up, face burning. He hadn't realised anyone was in here; it's still early in the day, and Stinky's isn't exactly a popular spot. Both of those facts make this man's presence strange and unusual.

Calling this man attractive would be an understatement. His hair is midnight-dark, his eyes a strange pale colour, almost like pond-water. He has a jawline that makes Stiles burn with envy, and not just because of the neatly styled five o'clock shadow spread across it.

Guys who look like that do not go to shitty dive bars called Stinky's. Guys who look like that don't give Stiles second glances.

The man raises an eyebrow, waiting.

Nerves make him prickly. "I'm an English major," Stiles snaps, his shoulders hunching in. "Obviously loving Kafka is a course requirement."

"Obviously," the man says, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You were quoting the book about the guy who turns into a fly, right?"

Stiles bristles. "No, you're thinking of The Fly, which was not written by Kafka. I was quoting The Metamorphosis."

The man snaps his fingers. "Right, right, I knew that. So what's The Metamorphosis about?"

"It's - it's basically about a man who turns into a cockroach."

"I see. And of course, that's very different than a book about a man who turns into a fly."

"Shut up," Stiles says, fighting back a smile. "You haven't even read The Fly, you just saw the movie. Admit it."

The man barks out a laugh. Something warm blooms in Stiles' chest. "You caught me. I haven't read either of them since high school. I'm a total philistine."

"You probably like football or something equally immature," Stiles accuses, hopefully in a flirty way, and not in a way that gets him punched by a hottie. His palms are sweaty; he wipes them on his jeans.

Still smiling, the man slides off his bar stool and takes the one next to Stiles. He doesn't have a drink in front of him, which is odd, but then Stiles gets a whiff of his cologne and that thought flies away. It smells like something from a bottle called Graphite or Midnight, and Stiles wants to roll around in it.

"I'm a baseball fan," the man admits. "Basketball, too. But you're above all that sophomoric shit, right?"

Stiles nods. "Completely. I'm a reformed jock. No more sports-ball for me."

The man's smile turns inquisitive, but Stiles doesn't elaborate. It's too personal a story to share with a stranger in a bar.

"I'm Stiles. Sorry for being bitchy, it's just - it's been a weird couple of days." He smiles sheepishly.

"You don't need to apologise," the man says simply. "I got a kick out of winding you up."

Asshole. Stiles bites his lip, feeling a little insane. He never does this: the whole bickering-as-flirting thing has never worked out, not even once. He gave up during freshman year of college, resigned to one-night stands with people who aren't interested in discussing if Pop Tarts can be considered ravioli.

"Are you new in town?" he asks, nervously fiddling with his shot glass. "I haven't seen you here before."

"You can say that," the man hedges. He offers his hand to Stiles. "I'm Derek. I've only been back in town for a couple of days."

Derek's hand is warm, super-heated. Rough hands, too. Stiles thinks about feeling those calluses on other parts of his body and shivers. Derek sees and smirks at him. He's in over his head, he can already tell. Stiles always falls hard and fast, much to the distress of the objects of his affection.

"Did you live here before? You said back in town," Stiles explains when Derek raises an eyebrow.

"Are you going to drink that?" Derek jerks his chin at the glass of whiskey. "Or do you need to quote Oscar Wilde first?"

Stiles flushes. "Shut up," he laughs, before drinking his whiskey. The burn is pleasant, almost as pleasant as Derek's arm brushing against his. "I read a lot, okay? Certain lines get stuck in my head and just spin around in there."

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