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NEW MOON

sterek | E | 67,3k | ao3

Tags: New Moon AU, High School, Full Shift Werewolves, Mates, Alternate Hale Fire, Protective Derek, Protective Stiles, Separation Anxiety, Magical Stiles, Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Feral Behavior, Stiles is Derek’s Anchor, Stiles is a Mess, in the words of finnick odair remember who your real enemy is, Stiles Has Scars, Codependency

Summary:

God, if only he knew. If only his wolf were here, Stiles would’ve run and told him everything, because this? This was huge. This was something you’d share with the love of your life.

He remembered the phone numbers he didn’t delete. The contact he didn’t text. The same one that remained silent for months. It could have been refreshing and easy to hate him. And Stiles was angry — so angry at his wolf — but hating? No. Derek was invincible from that.

Love weakened Stiles. It turned his bones into sludge, and he could do nothing but sink to the floor and lie there, rotting. Left all alone with such tremendous love, Stiles imploded and curled under its weight. He wasn’t supposed to bear it alone. They weren’t supposed to be apart, and certainly not go for so long without contact. This bond was bigger than him, but… just enough for the two of them.

Come back, he repeated like a mantra in his head. He screamed it once that cursed night and hadn’t been able to stop. Come back.

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I am always worried that my favorite (non canon) ships are perpetuated solely by the kuleshov effect; that the audience sees what they want to in the character’s facial expressions and words instead of what is actually there.

That being said, I do not have to worry about that for Thorin and Bilbo.

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Lydia: *Gently taps table*

Stiles: *Taps back*

Isaac: What are they doing?

Scott: Morse code.

Lydia: *Aggressively taps table*

Stiles: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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THE ACCOUNTANT 2 (2025)

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Stalia?    Draeden?     Sterek!  

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THE ACCOUNTANT 2 (2025)

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forever grateful i was simply too lazy to let the makeup industrial complex get its hooks in me. I was just like im not doing all of that. in fact. im doing none of that

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32. Getting Caught in the Act

32. Getting Caught in the Act            

Derek was going to die. He had always thought it would be while he was protecting this town, or at the hands of hunters, but no.

No, it was going to be because he couldn’t tell Stiles “wait until we get back to the loft.”

“Dad!” Stiles said brightly, too brightly, like it might somehow distract from the fact that his shirt was rucked up to his armpits and he was straddling Derek in the driver’s seat of the Camaro.

“Stiles.” The flashlight shining through the window flicked from Stiles to Derek. “Derek.”

Derek wondered if he could recline his seat far enough to disappear entirely out of the car. “Sheriff.”

“Oh, considering the position you’re in, I think you should just call me ‘John,’” the sheriff said.

If the sheriff didn’t shoot him, Derek was going to die of mortification.

The flashlight flicked back to Stiles. “So, I thought you two were on surveillance tonight.”

“We were!” Stiles said. “We were definitely surveilling, keeping an eye on things–”

“In the woods, or in Derek’s pants?”

Yeah. Derek was going to die of mortification.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Stiles said shrilly.

Derek rolled his eyes. It was exactly what it looked like, and from the sheriff’s exasperated sigh, he didn’t buy it, either.

��I’m going to tell you this once,” Sheriff Stilinski said. “Get dressed and go somewhere private to finish this off. The next time I or any of my deputies catch you two out here like this, I’ll have you both arrested for public indecency.”

“Dad!” Stiles exclaimed.

Derek clapped a hand over Stiles’s mouth so he wouldn’t argue. They weren’t getting arrested and he wasn’t getting shot. He didn’t want to push their luck. “Yes, sir. We understand.”

Stiles made an outraged noise and glared at him. Derek pretended he didn’t hear.

The flashlight finally dropped away, and the sheriff patted the roof of the car. “That’s what I like to hear. Oh, and one more thing. You’re both going to help with the cooking at the department barbecue next Saturday.”

“But Dad!” Stiles shouted, muffled, from behind Derek’s hand.

The flashlight was back. “Public. Indecency.”

“The preserve isn’t public,” Stiles muttered.

Derek scowled, and tried to convey shut up before your dad changes his mind and arrests us both with his eyebrows.

“Given that we patrol out here regularly, it’s public enough.” The flashlight dropped away again. “I’m sending Parrish out here in fifteen minutes. You two had better be gone by then.”

That time, the sheriff did walk away, and after a few seconds, Derek heard the sound of an engine turning over and a patrol car driving off.

He closed his eyes and breathed a bone-deep sigh of relief. That had gone…a lot better than he’d expected, honestly.

He let his hand fall and patted Stiles’s side. “Off.”

Stiles pouted. “But we have fifteen minutes!”

Derek glared. “I am not getting arrested by your father for your exhibitionist kink. Off.”

Stiles grumbled, but he crawled off and back over into the passenger’s seat. “It’s not an exhibitionist kink. I don’t like other people watching.”

Derek put his seat back up. “You just like the potential of getting caught?”

“Well, yeah. Makes it fun!”

Derek rolled his eyes–he did that fairly often around Stiles–and put the car into gear. “Keep it in your pants until we get back to the loft.”

They’d driven in silence for about five minutes when Stiles said, innocently, “So, Derek.”

“What?”

“You said you didn’t want to get arrested by my dad…does that imply that, maybe, you would be up for having sex somewhere that we wouldn’t get arrested by my dad?” 

“I am,” Derek said.

Stiles perked up. “Yeah? Where?”

“My loft.”

Stiles crossed his arms and scowled. “You have no sense of adventure.”

“I have plenty of sense of adventure. I’m dating you, aren’t I?”

Stiles continued to scowl, but this time it was directed out the window. “I just…I wanted to spice things up. I’m afraid our sex life is going to get boring and you’re going to want to leave me.”

If Derek didn’t have to look at the road, he’d have gaped at Stiles. “What?”

“I said, I’m afraid–”

“No, I heard that.” Derek shook his head. “Stiles. I love you. I love us. We could have the most boring vanilla sex for the rest of our lives and I would be happy. We could have no sex for the rest of our lives and I would be happy. I just want to be with you.” 

Stiles brightened. “Really?”

Derek nodded. “Really.”

Stiles went back to looking out the window, but his scent was warm and sparkly with pleasure.

Derek sighed. He loved Stiles so much it terrified him, sometimes. But he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

They were almost back to town when Derek said, “You know, if you really want to spice up our sex life, I can blow you in the parking garage when we get back.”

Stiles whipped around to him. “What, seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

Stiles threw his hands up and cheered.

(send me an affectionate prompt)

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Releasing this as the closing post of my Sterek Fest panel seemed like the perfect choice! Keep up the Love, my fellow Sterekers! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ Up on S6, too ♥

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Pork belly with tenderstem broccoli, dauphinoise potato, scallops, borderlaise sauce, and pork crackling on top

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Have we seen this yet?

👏👏👏👏👏🥳🥳🥳🥳

https://www.theregister.com/2025/06/15/ai_model_collapse_pollution/?fbclid=IwY2xjawLCTUJleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHqSAoLI1XSuV0fYMg6LctPSrkyV7isJbRunoFot4wKZhwTR6XHJ8mDtQA8IR_aem_H5J1NSIRvoZkVdo2OMxxcw

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idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

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Something something werewolf physiology something """advanced healing""" something increased reactions to perceived cellular damage something overactive melanocytes-

Anyway. Freckled Derek - what do we think, chat?