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I had a dream last night that deputy!derek was on patrol with a newbie hire and wasn’t talking much (cause haha derek). the newbie is lowkey nervous af and is just about sweating bullets when this blue jeep rushes by and sweet lord baby jesus, this stoic cop hauls ass after this rickety jeep and pulls it over sirens and everything.

newbie is confused.

newbie is sitting meek in the patrol car when derek opens the door and stalks…stalks to that damn jeep.

did the driver just flip him off?

oh, this is gonna be a mess.

newbie straightens in his seat and moves to get out of the car when his eyes go comically wide as he watches derek, this mean ass dude, lean into the window and-

did he just KISS THE DRIVER?

newbie doesn’t know what the fuck is happening.

the driver (derek’s dude-man?!) hands derek a white plastic bag and oh shit derek’s leaning in again.

what?

oh fuck, he’s coming back.

derek’s opening the door and slides back in, the bag making more noise than anything else in the car.

“um,” newbie starts but derek turns a mean (MEAN) raised eyebrow at him and all newbie’s soul goes out the window but he can’t help himself. Nine lives and all that. “Who was that?”

Derek starts to open the bag to peer inside, “My husband,” and proceeds to pull out that looks like a pulled pork sandwich, “he made us lunch. You want yours?”

newbie stares at him before muttering, “yeah, thanks,” as he internally loses his shit.

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Combing two of my fav tropes: Stiles being the only one to read Derek’s expressions + Wolf Derek

At a Pack meeting:

Stiles: *completely distracted, playing with Wolf!Derek's face; smooshing and petting it, along with his ears* Scott: Earth to Stiles! Stop messing with Derek! We have to figure this out! Stiles: I can't help it when he's looking at me like that Scott: Like what? How can you tell? Derek: *Head still in Stiles' hands. Looks fine, seems resigned to his fate* Stiles: *Smiling, the only one who can tell Derek’s looking at him with heart eyes* Don't worry about it

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sorry that you think my fictional ship is illegal. I actually consulted a fictional lawyer about it and he had a talk with a fictional cop about the fictional laws and then they both looked at me, and very seriously said "we'll allow it because it's hot."

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I love the Sterek fics that have the crack version of when they tell the Sheriff they're dating, or simply that they like each other, and it basically goes like:

Derek: *trying to impress the Sheriff* I treat your son with nothing but respect sir Stiles: Not true Derek: Stiles: Dad, he shoves me against walls! Derek: *horrified* Stiles: He makes me drive and cook for him Derek: You're a cook! You cook for everybody! Stiles: He won't let me break up with him! Derek: That was you! Sir, I promise that I'm not- Sheriff: *dying of laughter* Stiles: *smirking* Derek: *realizes that Stiles is messing with him* That wasn't funny *huff* Why are you the way you are? Stiles: You see how he talks to me, Dad? Sheriff: *poker face* Despicable

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The term 'ship' is too vague. I don't think they should date i think they should be fucking regularly. I don't think they should date i think they should yearn for eachother endlessly but never have it be requited. I don't think they should date i think they should kiss one night and never talk about it again. I don't think they should date i think they should hate eachother so much that it turns into bottled up lust. I don't think they should date i think one of them should have a one-sided crush on the other. I don't think they should date i think they should have a situationship that ruins their lives. I don't think they should date i think they should stab eachother

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Hi! I've been trying to refind this sterek fic with little luck, basically Stiles and Derek have been hooking up and stiles thinks that's all it is despite wishing it was more while Derek thought they were dating the whole time and tries having an anniversary thing with Stiles who's left confused and Derek upset they have a falling out and the sheriff tells Stiles he has to talk to Derek. Hope you have a nice day!

Hi anon! @hedwig221b says it's this one.

Convenient by exclamation

(6/6 I 10,755 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles knows what he is to Derek: convenient. He knows that Derek isn't looking for a relationship, just someone to have casual sex with. Which is why Stiles is so surprised to find Derek setting up a romantic dinner for Valentine's Day.

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Already Home

Pack nights at the loft were loud, chaotic, and exactly what Stiles needed after a long week of school and supernatural nonsense. He’d curled up on the couch, wedged between Isaac and Boyd, still listening to the conversation even as his blinks grew longer. The warmth, the hum of voices, the solid weight of Derek sitting on the armrest beside him—all of it lulled him into sleep before he even realized he was drifting.

It wasn’t until Scott tried to wake him that things got… tense.

“Hey, Stiles—” Scott barely had his hand halfway to Stiles’ shoulder when a low, warning growl rumbled through the room. Scott froze. Everyone did.

Derek was staring him down, eyes dark with the promise of violence if he took one more step.

Scott raised his hands immediately. “Whoa. Not trying to take your boy, dude. Just trying to get him home.”

Derek didn’t even hesitate. His voice was firm, absolute. “He already is.”

The words settled over the pack like a command, like a truth that had always existed even if no one had said it out loud.

Scott blinked, exhaling through his nose. “Okay. Got it.”

There was no more arguing after that.

Derek didn’t trust anyone else to do it, so he scooped Stiles up himself, carefully shifting him so his head rested against Derek’s shoulder. Stiles stirred slightly, making a soft, sleepy noise as his fingers curled into Derek’s shirt.

The pack made no comment as Derek carried him up the loft stairs, though Erica smirked knowingly.

Once in his room, Derek set Stiles down on the bed, tugging the blanket over him with more care than he’d ever admit to. He hesitated for a moment before brushing Stiles’ hair back, fingers tracing lightly over his temple.

He should leave. Give him space. But before he could move away, Stiles shifted, murmuring something barely audible against the pillow.

Derek frowned. “What?”

Stiles’ eyes stayed closed, but he turned his face toward Derek’s touch, exhaling softly. “Heard what you said,” he mumbled. A pause. Then, even quieter, “’M home with you.”

Derek’s breath caught. He swallowed hard, watching Stiles’ face, waiting for any sign that he was awake enough to remember this conversation in the morning. But Stiles was already sinking deeper into sleep, face relaxed in a way Derek rarely saw.

Derek let out a slow breath, then—without thinking too hard about it—leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Stiles’ forehead.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “You are.”

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Have to admit as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected. Excellent. But not as much as I'm going to ask.

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~Completed request for beautifulgorgeous, hope you like it <3

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TWILIGHT

sterek | E | 67.7k | ao3

Tags: Twilight AU, High School, Full Shift Werewolves, Mates, Alternate Hale Fire, Minor Violence Anxiety, Mutual Pining, Protective Derek, Stilinski Family Feels, Jock Derek, No Underage

Summary:

Derek.

Stiles thought about him the most. Something told him that it wasn’t the last time, far from it. He thought about his softness and his open desire to kill. Stiles’ hands remembered the heat of his hands. His neck longed to feel the coating warmth of Derek’s breath. His lips burned from the kiss that never happened.

Everything was so fucking complicated.

Except one thing.

It was the only clear thought in his head. The one that made his stomach clench from fear, his heart stutter from hope, and his lips stretch in a smile.

He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Derek.

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insp.

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That feeling when a fandom got you on a chokehold so bad that you started being active on tumblr again, resurfacing to the streets of tumblr like that one character that everyone thought was dead.

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So, I was reading Bones Straining Under the Weight, and was reminded of another sterek fic where Derek makes fancy food (on tv!?) and Stiles has a blog where he makes the same food, but with cheaper ingredients and kitchenware (think he started in college where he only had a hot plate or something), and Cora or Laura shows Derek, who sends Stiles fresh spices or expensive pots, and Stiles gives it all away.

I hope you or one of your followers may have better AO3-luck than me :)

A great fic!

Kiss the Cook by idyll

(1/1 I 5,004 I 5,004 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek's a professional chef, and Stiles is a blogger who butchers his recipes.

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sterek: "Could you repeat that?"

“Yeah, sure, I can do— wait, could you repeat that?”

Derek grits his teeth, looks anywhere but at Stiles. “I’m doing the charity auction for the department and I need you to bid on me.”

Stiles’ spoon falls from his mouth, leaving a trail of ice cream dripping down his chin. It’s irritatingly appealing. 

“Dude,” Stiles’ face breaks out into a huge grin, “Oh my god, seriously?!”

“Yes,” Derek scowls at the floor, “Your dad asked, and after everything… I work for him, now. I couldn’t say no.”

“That’s awesome! You’ll make a million bucks for the Memorial Foundation.” Stiles pauses, frowns, “Why do you need me to bid on you? I don’t have a million bucks, dude.”

“I’m not going to go for a million bucks, Christ, most people in town still think I’m terrifying.”

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