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Stiles snuck a look at Derek from the corner of his eye, sitting in the booth beside him, before inching his hand towards Derek's plate. He quickly snuck a few curly fries, having finished his in five minutes of being served. His eyes caught Lydia's who was sitting across from him and he blushed when she raised an eyebrown at him, sticking his tongue out at her before chomping down on the fries. Seeing Derek still distracted talking to Boyd, he snuck a few more handfuls from his plate.

Without stopping his conversation with Boyd, Derek slid the rest of his fries off his plate and onto Stiles'. Stiles looked at him in surprise, his scent sweetening with love and happiness, making Derek turn to him.

Derek pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple and asked, "Want some more, baby?" He didn't wait for Stiles' reply, instead calling over the waitress and placing an additional order for the curly fries.

Stiles flushed red and kissed Derek's shoulder, leaning his head there after. Derek shifted his arm to curl around Stiles' waist and pulled him in closer. Stiles picked up a fry and held it to Derek's mouth, giggling when Derek playfully snapped his teeth around his fingers.

"You two are disgusting," Scott complained, wrinkling his nose.

"I think it's sweet," Erica simpered.

"Thank you, Erica," Stiles pointedly said towards Scott. "We're no less disgusting than you and Allison."

Scott opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Derek said, "Enough."

"Yeah, Scott, enough," Stiles added, throwing a teasing look at Scott.

"Love," Derek sighed, an exasperated fond look on his face.

"What? He started it!" Stiles exclaimed, pointing at Scott.

Derek rolled his eyes and mumbled, "I'm surrounded by a bunch of children."

"Children, huh? I'll show you children," Stiles murmured, scooping a dollop of ketchup onto his pointer finger and smearing it on Derek's cheek.

Derek leaned away from him and hissed, "Seriously? We're in public, baby."

Stiles just raised his brows at him in response, in a 'what are you going to do about it' way. Derek smirked and locked his arms Stiles, who shrieked and wiggled trying to get away. Derek leaned in and smushed his cheek against Stiles', spreading the ketchup on both of them.

"How do you like that?" Derek teased, pulling back but still keeping Stiles in his arms.

Stiles' answer got cut off by the arrival of the waitress who asked them to be a bit quieter as the other patrons were being disturbed.

Derek's ears turned red in a blush and Stiles' cooed at him, licking the ketchup from his cheek before pressing a few kisses there.

"I don't know why I still hang out with you guys," Lydia snarked, looking at them with a disgusted expression.

"Cause you love us, Lyds," Stiles crooned as Derek wiped the ketchup off Stiles' face with a tissue paper.

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Stiles: Erica, can I talk to you for a second?

Erica: Yeah, what's up? Let me guess, you and Derek are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Stiles, stepping back as Erica leaned in: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss, I've read books!

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Deucalion, looking at Scott & co: You're all without fathers, right? This is all fatherless behaviour!

Stiles: No, I'm not. I fuckin' love my Dad. My Dad's fuckin' awesome.

(Happy montage of Stiles posing in front of the Sheriff while disrupting crime scenes.)

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Stiles: Come on, now. Have you ever seen me scared?

Derek: Well...yeah? That time you walked through a spiderweb, when we were playing with the ouija board and the the wind blew the door shut-

Stiles: It wasn't the wind, Derek. We brought something forth.

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Derek: You could have died, Stiles.

Stiles: It's not that bad. The doctor said the bleeding is all internal, that's where the blood is supposed to be.

Derek: 🧍‍♂️

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TEEN WOLF | 01x03

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stiles stilinski really did encounter derek hale's excessively aggressive edgelord swagger and specific brand of caustic sourwolf bullshit and asked the question um is anybody going to take a moment to squint their eyes and look just to the left of all this bluster to consider that maybe just maybe this dude who's not much older than us who got cruelly tricked by a predatory murdering psychopath when he was a mere pup which led to him losing almost his entire family who were also his pack which btw nobody but me bothered to find out how this kind of shit would effect a werewolf only to then have the sister thought to be his only surviving family/pack member horrifically butchered by his demented uncle consequently turning him into a sad, grieving and incredibly vulnerable omega desperately craving stability and connection who then had to kill said uncle who was at that point thought to be his only surving family member bc he thought becoming an alpha was his only way to build a new pack and not be alone anymore but with zero idea of how to achieve this with any success ended up failing miserably and tragically losing each of the new connections he forged one by one but is somehow still trying his best at all times to help everyone around him when he doesn't even have a fucking couch to sit on and probably just really needs somebody to buy him a dr pepper and put a hand on his shoulder and silently say hey big guy, i'm here for you... and then just didn't wait for an answer.

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Omega Stiles Sterek fics - Part 1

we can take our time by KouriArashi [17,476 words, completed]

Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”

you are an obsession (i am your possession) by EvanesDust [13,838 words, complete]

Once Derek catches that tantalizing scent, he can’t stay away.

Stiles.

Derek’s completely enthralled by him. Obsessed.

But all he can do is stand in the shadows, watching and waiting. Until he can make Stiles his, that is.

And when that happens, Derek will never let him go.

Unexpected Beginnings by EvanesDust [22,229 words, completed]

When Stiles asked Derek about settling down and having kids of his own, he brushed it off. He loved his life exactly as it was. However, Stiles's question planted a seed that began to grow—especially when Stiles offered to be his surrogate. Derek suddenly couldn't imagine having a child with anyone else.

…or the one where childhood friendship blossomed into more.

Desperate by Hedwig221b [12,175 words, completed]

Derek understood perfectly well how young Stiles was. Just how many times did he stop himself from digging his teeth into that lovely neck to claim him?

Maybe, next time he shouldn’t.

The thought, wild and sudden, came to him, and once it did, there was nothing he could do to get rid of it. If he got Stiles pregnant, then the omega would be his. Fully his. They would be bound for life. Stiles wouldn’t refuse the mating bite, then.

Stiles was his omega. Derek would do anything to keep him.

Anything.

Rumpled sheets, smoke-tinged kisses, and sea salted lightning by quackquackcey

FBI agent Stiles and mafia boss Derek pair up to take down an elusive killer targeting both humans and supernaturals, but will they make it through the storm unscathed?~ 🚬⚡️

Like Clockwork by quackquackcey

In which Stiles meets a handsome higher-up in his company by chance one afternoon and falls for him, hard.~ 💘

Your Last Smiles by quackquackcey

When Stiles accidentally blurts out that he can help Derek with his rut, the last thing he expects is to never leave.

However, the deeper he falls for Derek and the more strange murders happen, the closer the secret he wants to hide at all costs is to being discovered—will the two of them be able to survive the storm?~ 🗡️🩸

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Stiles woke up to Derek lazily sucking kisses to the back of his neck. He hummed and scooted backwards, closer to Derek.

"Good morning, Der, happy birthday," he murmured, reaching a hand back to pat Derek’s side.

"Thank you, love," Derek whispered, tucking his face into Stiles' neck and nuzzling his nose.

Stiles started pulling away, giggling at Derek’s annoyed grumbles, and said, "I wanna give you your present, babe."

"Later," Derek frowned, pulling on Stiles' hand when he got to his feet beside the bed.

"No, now. Wanna be just us when I give it to you," Stiles whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Derek's lips.

Derek quirked an eyebrow at Stiles who immediately blushed and flailed, slapping the back of his hand against Derek’s chest. "Not like that, pervert."

Derek chuckled and flopped on his belly and Stiles took that as his queue to go get the present. He ran to the attic of the rebuilt Hale house and pulled out the huge box he had hidden there.

Huffing, he carried it downstairs. He was so nervous that his heartbeat had to be deafeing to Derek. He dropped the box beside Derek woth a groan, tentatively taking a seat next to it as Derek sat himself up.

"May I?" Derek asked, gesturing at the box. Stiles nodded, chewing his lips anxiously, and watched as Derek carefully pulled the top off.

The first thing he pulled out was a ragged looking knitted blanket. With a strangled gasp, Derek brought it to his face and buried his nose in the fabric, greedily inhaling the scent.

"What - how?" Derek whimpered, red eyes peeking from behind the blanket.

"I had a witch cast a spell on it so that the smell would never fade," Stiles replied.

Derek nodded and composed himself a little, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders before digging back into the box.

Next, he took out a vintage looking watch, the edges of the leather strap looking a bit burnt. He immediately put it on his wrist, offering his hand to Stiles to secure it wordlessly.

He then removed a small wooden rattle, hand carved designs running down the hand. At this point, his eyes had filled up with tears.

He took a few calming breaths before pulling out a leather bound book. He looked questioningly at Stiles who whispered, "Open it."

Derek slowly opened the book as if afraid to find its contents. As soon as his eyes fell on the first page, the tears fell free, rapidly dripping down his face. He hastily turned from page to page, hand reverently grazing over all of them. Finally, anguished, heaving sobs burst out of Derek’s chest as he took in the pictures. A young Talia, holding baby Derek in her arms. Laura pushing toddler Derek on the swing. His grandma and grandpa in the middle of a slow dance. His parents kissing on their wedding day. All of the Hales with their extended families together on Christmas, dressed in matching pyjamas on the insistence of Derek’s father.

Stiles couldn't keep in his own tears at the sight of Derek and he silently cried. Derek carefully put the book aside after a while and pulled Stiles into his lap, hiding his face in Stiles' neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Derek murmured against his skin, pressing kisses every so often.

"There are more things in the attic. I took whatever the police had taken that night and took it to a witch to be restored. She even magicked some things from scent memory, things that couldnt be saved. There are copies for Peter and Cora too. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but-"

"Stiles, you have given me a piece of my family back. You don't have to apologize, for anything," Derek whispered fiercely, still scenting his neck. He pulled back from the hug and unwrapped the blanket from around his shoulders to put around Stiles'. "I love you, baby. You can't imagine how happy I am."

With a teary smile, Stiles flung himself into Derek's arms again. "I love you too, Derek, so much."

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I’m back on my bullshit by believing that Derek would spoil the shit out of stiles.

Like yeah there is the fixing up the jeep, but that’s only the beginning. Buy stiles clothes that Derek thinks he would look good in, “anonymously” donates to the sheriff department. If stiles looks at something for longer than 2.2 seconds, Derek is buying it for him. Buys him jewelry for his piercings, haha who said that.

The provider instinct in Derek goes strong around stiles. And don’t get me wrong, Derek absolutely loving doing it too. Especially as he watches stiles try and tell him to stop buying him thing but he smells like excited and is biting his lips to hide a smiles. Like nothing matters in that moment but stiles.

I also think that stiles tries to give derek gifts as well but as he can’t afford much, he’ll make meals and give small but meaningful things. I always like the headcannon of stiles giving Derek a candle or blanket that smells of his family.

This would be even funnier if this gift exchange was going on when they weren’t dating and Derek is like “well the courting seems to be going well” and stiles is six feet in denial like “he was providing for pack like an Alpha would, it’s not special for me”

The pack watching stiles pine over Derek, while he’s wearing clothes and jewelry Derek picked out for him: yeah sure

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You wanna know would be funny if everyone in the hale pack was like a questioning who was the first beta if it was Scott, Jackson, or Isaac, and Derek just straight up says stiles.

Stiles who thought he wasn’t even in the pack, and everyone else is so confused. Derek refuses to elaborate, Peter just smirks condescendingly at everyone 

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This is just a Sterek AU waiting to happen.

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This gif made me realize that every living Hale has some sort of obsession with Stiles. Derek, Peter, Malia… Cora is an outlier!

Stiles is Hale kryptonite!

(Not my gif. Belongs to @endiness )

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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fae stiles who ages slow so he starts looking like the hale alpha’s controversially young wife 🩷

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Sterek with Eli Hale fics

Give him back by christinchen

Eli feels lost and has seemingly so where to turn. Until a stranger knocks on his car window and demands to know how he got his car!

Unexpected Beginnings by Evanesdust

When Stiles asked Derek about settling down and having kids of his own, he brushed it off. He loved his life exactly as it was. However, Stiles's question planted a seed that began to grow—especially when Stiles offered to be his surrogate. Derek suddenly couldn't imagine having a child with anyone else.

…or the one where childhood friendship blossomed into more.

eli's parents are so gross (read: in love) by ash_mcj

"I would’ve been here earlier, but nobody thought it would be smart to call the one person who’s intimately dealt with the Nogitsune before, so,” Stiles said bitterly as he threw his hands up. "Now I have a list of asses I gotta kick over this very avoidable fiasco. Scott’s first, since he’s the Alpha—I’m pretty sure that’s how that works. His responsibility, or whatever.”

The familiar sound of Derek’s car pulling into the driveway caught Eli's attention, and he grinned. “Is Dad on your list?”

“Hell yeah, Dad is on my list! Right under Scott.”

“Well, he just got home, so—”

Stiles didn’t wait to hear the rest of the sentence before stomping off in the direction of the living room—and Eli quickly scrambled to follow him, ready to eavesdrop on what was likely going to be a rather impressive and amusing lecture.

[or: eli is glad that stiles is home, since derek has nearly died several times in his absence, but he really wishes they were a little less glad to see each other]

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prompt | a reunion kiss

Someone's Typing by Beerwolves, changez

While Stiles is snapping pictures in Central Park, holding his phone up and waiting for a couple to pass out of frame, he sees him. Derek has been gone for almost a year, but there’s no mistaking him. But when Stiles moves his phone to look, Derek’s not there.

Safe by Hedwig221b

“Where is he?” Stiles rumbled, glancing at each member of the pack in front of him, before settling his incinerating gaze on one person he once considered a brother. “Tell me, Scott, where is my husband?”

Do you have a 100 words for me? ('Cause I have only three) by Winelady

“THAT IS MY CHILD.” Stiles roared to the receiver.

Stiles’ roar echoed in his own ears as he slammed his fist down on the desk, rattling everything on it. He immediately glanced at Eli, making sure the noise hadn’t disturbed him. The kid barely stirred, his small frame bundled up in blankets on the couch. Stiles took a deep breath, lowering his voice but not his intensity.

“You don’t get to decide that, Scott,” he hissed into the phone. “You don’t get to decide what’s best for my kid. That’s my job. And if you think for a second that leaving him out there to fend for himself was somehow a better option than calling me, you’re even more deluded than I thought.”

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After Derek's death Eli struggles with his control over the wolf. Scott and Allison was too busy playing house to help him. So he makes a quick decision to find his other dad. He heard he was magic. Maybe he could help him. Maybe he could bring his dad back.