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Sterek Week 2023

"Whole of the Moon" - Space AU

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Talk me down- sterek drabble

Stiles sucked in breath trying to regulate the intake of air as much as possible, but he knew that he had left it too long. The images flashing in his head of the murder scene he had walked in on- with blood and viscera painted on every available surface- hadn't effected him then, but once he was done with the initial walkthrough he had retreated back to his car for what he knew was coming.

Truthfully, this happened every time he examined a crime scene, regardless of the severity of the violence or the deeds that had been done there. He would catalogue everything initially, and then it's like it would all hit his brain at once, and he needed OUT. He would high tail it wherever he could get some privacy. Sometimes it was just a panic attack and sometimes it was worse. Sometimes it was him hunched over, emptying his stomach of whatever he had consumed that day until the purge quieted his mind into a place he could manage to be again.

So far, he had been through both of those rituals and neither had calmed the cacophony of violence in his brain and he knew it was time to resort to the third option. One that he probably should have resorted to before there was leftover Pizza Pocket all over his shoes, but hindsight always was 20/20. He fished into the pocket of his suit jacket, and grabbed his scratched up iPhone and punched in the passcode without looking. He opened the contacts and hit the first options in the favorite's list. The phone rang. The line picked up after only two rings. 'Stiles? What's wrong?'

"You answered. I thought you might be busy.' Stiles' voice was shaky and rough and he was sure the other man could tell something was wrong.

'I don't know how many times I have to tell you- i will ALWAYS answer for you. I promise. Do you want to talk? Or do you want me to read?' 'Can you just read for a bit? I have to go back out there, but I c- I can't yet. It's too much in my brain. Please, Derek?' His voice was soft and small like a child's whisper. But really, he felt a little bit like a child who needed grounding so maybe that wasn't that far off. There was no more discussion, only the sounds of shuffling while Derek went to the bookshelf and got the same book as always. Stiles heard the leather of his armchair groan as the werewolf sat down. He cleared his throat and began reading. 'Everyone my age remembers where they were and what they were doing when they heard about the contest...'

Derek's calming timbre and even speech was a balm to Stiles' insecurities and anxieties and he immediately felt everything melting away and bringing him back to earth. He always brought him back to earth.

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I recently reread Sterek fics and thought it was a loooooong time ago since I drew them. It's a big leap from my last drawing to this one, not only in time but also in my style.

I enjoyed drawing them again, maybe I'll post more.

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i'm so tempted to (ironically?) name this fic 'we built this pack (on trust and hope)'

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finally started planning this AU and I'm so excited for it!!!

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TEEN WOLF 3.02, Chaos Rising

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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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“What are you doing here?”

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Stiles is so unlucky when it comes to kanimas

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teen wolf memes part 28: i have problems

branching out slightly with the ships on this one is everyone proud of me

shout out once again to my bestie @burnthatbridgewhenwecometoit

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