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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 3 years ago

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Are you open to requests? If so can you find any steter fics with top!stiles and bottom! Peter? Thank you! :)

Yeah!

Pillow Talk by SushiOwl

(1/1 I 1,834 I Explicit)

“You’re going to have to move if you want to fuck me, y’know,” he murmured in Peter’s ear.

Peter smiled. “I don’t plan on moving,” he told him. “I’m so comfortable.”

“Then how are…?” Stiles asked, sounding adorably confused. Peter gave him a moment, and he let out a soft ooh. Peter looked at him over his shoulder and saw him lick his lips. “You serious about this?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise,” Peter told him, before he snuggled back into the pillow. “Think you can handle doing all the work?”

The One Where Stiles Stays by NiklausScratchIII

(1/1 I 2,861 I Explicit)

This is an alternate ending to chapter 8 in It's Just Like Catnip, but For Wolves.

This is for everyone that was disappointed that Stiles used his better judgment and left. This is a stand-alone chapter and will not be a series, just a variant reality of the story.

"So, this whole time?" Stiles asked.

"The whole time," Peter grinned.

Stiles backed out the door, his face numb and blood cold in his veins.

Peter laughed watching him turn and cross the bedroom.

Peter let him leave but walked out the stairs as Stiles crossed the living area below him.

"Told you I was in control," Peter called down.

"Fuck you!"

"And you did, brilliantly, I might add," Peter said wagging his brows.

Alpha Baby by cathcer1984

(1/1 I 7,318 I Explicit)

Stiles goes to the Club to play. He gets a lot more than he bargained for.

We Hales Don't Spit by SquishySterek (Herm_own_ninny)

(2/2 I 8,238 I Explicit)

Stiles and Peter have a family. It's kind of a cliche, but they've adopted abandoned werewolf kids and have them as their own.

This Could Be So Dirty That it Just Ain't Right by taylorpotato

(1/1 I 10,830 I Explicit)

Ever since Stiles presented as an Omega, he hasn't been feeling the same urges as his peers. When he's around an Alpha that's not Scott (who is pretty much his brother at this point), his first reaction is to shrink away, not try to press closer. Until he meets Peter Hale. Who acts like the most annoying, entitled kind of Alpha on the planet. Except he's not one. He's an Omega. Of course, Stiles would turn out to be every type of gay possible.

Peter Hale's Hero by asarcasticwitch

(2/2 I 11,689 I Explicit)

The first time Stiles met Peter Hale, it had been entirely by accident.

An accident he will be grateful for until his dying breath.

The man had been brought into the station after allegations—which were later proved false—were made against him. The moment was akin to one of those cheesy Rom-Coms where the two love interest’s eyes meet across the room in slow motion; Stiles’s breath had seized in his throat, his heart hammering wildly in his chest, and, well, he fell.

He fell hard.

Halfway to Hell is a Long Way from Heaven by cywscross

(4/? I 30,472 I Explicit)

Peter offers to bite Stiles that night in the parking lot. To mark. To brand. To claim.

Stiles just laughs at him.

On hindsight, it was pretty laughable, in a terrifying skin-of-the-teeth sort of way, and on occasion, Peter still regrets ever opening his mouth with that particular question. Mostly though, he’s content, even happy, and that might be Stockholm Syndrome speaking, or even his mortal mind buckling under the relentless weight of Stiles’ desires, but either way, if he gets to live and live well under the protection (possession) of an eternal, immortal being, what does anything else matter?

Magic and other fun surprises by softcotton

(18/18 I 44,461 I Explicit)

Stiles doesn't talk to Scott, after having enough of Scotts' doubts about his ability to protect himself. He decides to find out more about his Spark and stumbles upon information about The Rightful Warriors, perfectly combined pairs of magic users, who are supposed to be the most powerful creatures in history of supernatural. Also, great BFFs. Will Stiles be lucky enough to be amongst the few who have their magical soulmate? Will he meet them and become powerfull? Is Peter a creeper who has been stalking Stiles for two years but can't anymore because he got caught?? (Yes, yup, and obviously)

Unpack Your Heart by Julibean19

(20/20 I 101,539 I Explicit)

The coffee table was on fire.

Derek leapt backwards as Stiles scrambled back on his hands in a crab walk until he hit a support beam.

"Stiles, what did you do!?" Derek yelled, eyes fixed on the flames. When he tore his gaze away to check on Stiles, he saw that his eyes were glowing a deep red. An Alpha red? Derek didn't have time to dwell on the exact color too long as the table top cracked and fell to the floor, flames rising higher.

Sequel to The Only Living Boy in which The Alpha Pack and the Darach attack, Stiles becomes the Hale Emissary, Stiles and Peter take their relationship to the next level, and everything is a bit more magic than anyone realized.

#teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #omega!stiles #anon

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the-cookie-of-doom · 6 years ago

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Sterek and Pitch you say? *Removes fake glasses, gives them a wipe, puts them back on, leans in close* Tell me more.

Bless you anon, this is great xD

Alright, so back in late January, I had an idea, and started writing that idea. Cute, silly, sweet, perfect. As always seems to happen, it quickly became serious, and then it became Large.

To keep a long story short, Mitch and Stiles are brothers, and were-panthers. (The actual mythology is a bastardized version of the Were-Hunter books by Sherilynn Kenyon) They’re different from werewolves in that they can’t transform others with a bite, you have to be born a panther. They also have some small degrees of magic, and are sterile until they find their mates, thanks to a curse from the Three Fates.

Now imagine their surprise when Stiles and Mitch end up mated to Derek and Peter respectively. Sterek happens first because Stiles has way fewer issues than Mitch (there is Katrina angst, but not because she died) and Derek just wants to be loved. The first time they sleep together, their mating mark appears in the form of a tattoo, and because they’re young and in love, they complete the mating ritual that will bind them for life almost immediately (there is a 7-day period to choose after which the marks will disappear. Derek can continue on as normal but Stiles will be left impotent).

Everything basically happens according to canon through season one, and maybe dipping into season 2 for Peter to come back to life. This is important because Stiles thinks Mitch is insane for being with Peter when he finds out, because he still sees Peter as an indiscriminate killer. But Mitch knows better. He’s just a wounded wolf who was abandoned by his pack when he needed them most, and yeah he made mistakes, but he was killed for them, so as far as Mitch is concerned Peter has paid for his sins. And he’s trying to make up for it now.

Other facts off the top of my head, Stiles and Mitch are both fluent in Polish (bc papa Stilinski) and Greek (bc Claudia) as well as English. because of this Peter learns some Greek for Mitch, and calls him ‘gataki’ which means kitten. Mitch hates it because it makes him want to purr, which Peter thinks is just the greatest thing. He also gifts Mitch a necklace with a little cat bell on it; he hates it and never takes it off. The chain is long enough that it’s usually hidden under his shirt, and it doesn’t break when he shifts.

Stiles calls Derek ‘pup’ because that’s Soft and Derek needs soft things. One day he and Scott put their collective braincell together and decide to make catnip brownies to see if it will work like weed brownies for Stiles. They don’t tell Mitch The Responsible Adult, and so he ends up eating one and it messes. him. up. Basically it ends up like Liam, reports of a naked man and a dazed panther running through Beacon Hills, and John of course thinks it’s Stiles. But no. It’s the responsible one. Stiles dutifully takes videos until Peter can corral him back home and let him sleep it off.

This story begins when Mitch just gets home from college after graduating. He spends the first four days shifted and catting around (Stiles mocks him for it, saying it must have been hard for him since dorms don’t allow pets).

Once the pack is playing hide and seek. Stiles hides in the hall closet fully shifted and draped over the bar, before the pack knows he’s a cat. Lydia pets him and Stiles is certain he’s caught, but later she asks Mitch who the fur coat belongs to and he about chokes because really? She thought it was more likely that in a house full of men someone owned a fur coat than one of them being a shifter? (This part might not make it into the actual doc, but it was one of the original scenes)

Also, snurggling is a thing, but that should probably be it’s own post lol. Suffice to say, it can basically be summed up with this:

Peter: *kneading Mitch’s stomach like a cat*

Mitch: babe what are you doing???

Peter: …. snurgling ;)

Mitch: oh my god—STILES!

Peter: it was Derek, actually. He says Stiles likes it when he does this. *snurgle snurgle*

Mitch: I bet he does the little freak, stop that

Mitch @ Derek later: can you please not tell Peter about your fetish role play?? I don’t want to know what you and Stiles are doing in your free time.

Derek, mortified: fetish role play???

Mitch has to give both Hales a lesson in cat biology about how it’s actually called milk treading and it’s purpose is to stimulate milk production in females of which neither he nor Stiles are. So yes Derek Stiles has conned you into fetish role play.

Naturally, true to form, Peter takes all the wrong things away from that conversation.

One more thing before I go to bed!

After Claudia was killed when they were young, (9 and 14 respectively) Mitch would shift and curl up with little cub Stiles and purr to comfort him. He’s not a very good replacement for Claudia, but it’s the best he can do, and at least when he’s shifted, Stiles can pretend. Sometimes he would shift and purr himself to sleep because he misses his mom too, but he can’t turn to little Stiles for his comfort, and he loves his dad but it’s not the same. Later, he does the same thing for Peter when he has nightmares, because he’s a big ol’ soft therapy panther at heart that just wants to take care of the ones he loves.

In that same vein, because the four of them are all Damaged, when they’re having a really bad day they will shift and have cuddle piles, because sometimes you just need more comfort than a single person can provide.

#I love this au with my whole heart #this is a whole bunch I didn't type up #there is A Lot #and both of their relationships are very nuanced #I figured id try to keep to the fun parts lol #they are all very sweet boys #talking about this au literally gives me Life #cookie writes #panther au

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fantasticworldoffanfics · 8 years ago

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PETER/STILES

——— (part 1) ——–

Fandom: TeenWolf

Just an extended must read list of awesome fanfics that is in no particular order :) …

top favourites, more top favourites

Call My Name

Author: KouriArashi

Summary: After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Sympathy For The Devil

Author: KouriArashi

Summary: Stiles gets a job as a hospital orderly and finds himself becoming strangely attached to the catatonic man on the long-term care ward, and finds out that there's a lot more to Peter Hale than there seems...

Best of Breed

Author: SomeoneUseStiles (orphan_account)

Summary: Peter invites a few others over to play with his puppy.

Sometimes Breaking and Entering Isn’t Always A Bad Thing

Author: synfulshark

Summary: "I really want an 'I accidentally broke into your house/apartment because my friend lives next door to you and I was in the area, drunk and I thought I was climbing into the right window and feel asleep on the couch [and I did wonder where my friend got two cats but didn't question it] so now I'm hung over and shirtless in your living room so hi howya doin?" au." off a picture I saw on facebook.

Yours

Author: mamasita13

Summary: Peter Hale's claiming bite triggers Stile's memory of his bound Spark.

Irresistible Series

Author: ladypigswagon

Part 1: Too Many War Wounds, But Not Enough Wars

Summaru: The Nematon is dying. The once bountiful tree is withering, a husk of it’s former glory. It’s skeletal, shrunken and wilted and no one knows how to fix it. It’s supposed to be the height of summer but you wouldn’t know it. The Nematon isn’t the only tree that’s falling apart. Peter folds his arms. His eyes narrow as Jennifer, the emissary from Kali’s pack, tries to communicate with the sentient tree. She’s waving her arms around and chanting but so far all she’s managed to do is look like a complete imbecile. She’s the sixth emissary in as many months and still the tree decays.

Part 2: Too Few Rounds In the Rings And Not Enough Settles

Summary: It’s dark in the void. Sometimes he feels like a shadow suspended on dust. Sometimes he feels like he’s floating through space, detached and weightless. Sometimes it feels as if he’s lying on the surface of a lake, being slowly spun around by gentle waves.Always, he feels cold.It’s the kind of chill that seeps through the skin, permeating the bones. It hollows him out, leaving him empty.The void is dark and cold and he floats through it. If he’s lucky, he’ll become so numb that he won’t feel it when the blood starts dripping. It starts with a few drops, usually on his forehead.Series

Surprising, Unplanned, and Wonderful

Author: RebaK1tten

Summary: Stiles is an omega happy with his gender and looking to court the right alpha and be courted back. Three guesses who the right alpha is.

Five Times Stiles Pulled One from the Oven

Author: Guede

Summary: Five times Stiles’ baking changed the course of history in Beacon Hills (and one time somebody stepped up for him). Or, Stiles Stilinski: Baking is Magic!

Ink and Incense

Author: TriscuitsandSoup

Summary: Peters neighbor is afraid of needles, and Peter thinks he's just cute enough to terrorize. It sounds darker than it is.“What is that boy doing?” Peter looked up from his art and glanced at the window. His pretty, pale, neighbor was attempting to cross the street. He wasn't having much luck with his hands covering his eyes. He'd gotten himself stuck in the middle of the road, with cars passing by on either side. Still, he refused to drop his hands.

Cats and Dogs Series

Author: Guede

Part 1: The Truth About Cats and Dogs

Summary: Scott’s a werewolf, Stiles is a werecat, and they’ve always gotten along perfectly fine.Derek doesn’t get this at all. (Peter does, but he’s dealing with Stiles, which is different from dealing with a werecat, and Chris just wishes he didn’t have to deal, period.)

Part 2: The Secret Lives of Cats and Dogs

Summary: Peter and Stiles want to buy a condo, but they’re facing three other bidders. Peter refuses to accept this. (What does this have to do with cats and dogs? Well, if Peter has a pack of werewolves and a pride of werecats at his disposal, do you really think he won’t go there?)

Peter and the Wolf

Author: Guede

Summary: Peter Hale, thirty-four, shady but successful human lawyer, knocks on his nephew Derek’s door one night because he’s just been bitten by a werewolf. Somehow, this ends up being a lot more awkward than one would expect.

Everything’s Not Lost

Author: jumpinmattflash

Summary: Peter tries to rebuild his life to what it was before the fire. A life that includes his nephew, a pack and one, Stiles Stilinski.

You’re Mine

Author: lannisnow

Summary: Stiles is werewolf catnip. Season 1 AU where Peter is still the Alpha and he is sure that Stiles is his, and where Stiles wants nothing more than to prove him wrong.

These Hands That Shape and Hold The World

Author: Elpie (Horribibble)

Summary: Before he inked his first tattoo, Stiles Stilinski had filled a dozen sketchbooks. Before he knew what he wanted to do with his life, Stiles Stilinski had a kid to take care of. Before he threw in the towel completely, Stiles Stilinski met Peter Hale.

Sugar Town

Author: septima_sum

Summary: Stiles might have accidentally acquired a sugar daddy.

I Could…

Author: Julibean19

Summary: Stiles froze. He knew that voice. The way it said his name. He was immediately brought back to a dark parking garage, sharp claws biting into his neck, red eyes flashing, and a jaw practically unhinging to swallow him whole. A shiver ran down his spine as he finally placed it.The man in the shower was Peter Hale.What business did Peter Hale have with Stiles? Why was he laying out Stiles’ clothes and making him healthy lunches? Why did Stiles wake up wrapped in his 20,000 thread count sheets with a wedding ring on his finger? What was happening?

Full Advantage

Author: RisingQueen2 (FallenQueen2)

Summary: When Stiles was hit with a wayward spell during a battle with a witch, he seems fine until he falls unconscious when getting into his jeep. Peter decides to take him home with him, the effects of the spell kick in when Stiles wakes up and they take full advantage

Absolution

Author: kiranightshade

Summary: Absolution: the act of forgiving someone for having done something wrong or sinful.

He Killed Me with His Touch

Author: Sterekloverforever (Noelleluvsya)

Summary: Ever since Peter became an Alpha again, he hasn't cared about anything except getting more power. That's until lovely, sweet, innocent Stiles comes along with his enticing scent and changes everything he thought he wanted

Aftermath

Author: cywscross

Summary: They don’t ask for Peter’s opinion. To be fair, they don’t ask for Stiles’ either. That’s just fine; neither of them have any problems making it known anyway.

Sing Into My Mouth

Author: GiggleSnortBangDead

Summary: Peter wakes up after years in a coma. Apparently, werewolves are a thing now, and he's got one sleeping on his lap.

Endless Summer

Author: Diablerie

Summary: John and Claudia Stilinski make a difficult choice for Stiles.Somehow, the best possible solution involves calling Peter Hale to the hospital, so he can fuck their teenaged son.

How to Tame a Monster

Author: AmyArachne

Summary: Peter's in Eichen House and Stiles goes to rub Peter's nose in his failure. Things don't go as planned.

Or How To Tame a Monster - A Guide by Stiles Stilinski. A step by step method to reduce murder sprees, allow for communication and coaxing back sanity in just a few easy steps.

Spinning Gold

Author: Elpie (Horribibble)

Summary: Stiles finds himself locked in the highest room of the tallest tower, and he knows that when they come for him at dawn, it will still just be a room filled with straw.Until Peter messes everything up.-“Your doubt, while charming, is unwarranted. It can be done, and it will be done, but first we should come to an agreement, don’t you think?”

The Only Living Boy

Author: Julibean19

Summary: Peter was kind of surprised that Stiles was awake, considering how tired he had been earlier, but maybe Peter's confession had kept him up. It had exhausted him, bringing all that up again. At least he thought that was everything, which was a small comfort. Stiles knew all his secrets now. It was equal parts liberating and terrifying. Peter had shown his hand and now Stiles had all the power. Thankfully, he felt that he could trust Stiles with it.

Quiescent

Author: AsexualDerek (Cammerel)

Summary: Stiles gets turned into a vampire and him and Peter are forced to deal with the changes together. The pack questions the unusual development of their relationship as Peter finds the best possible way to feed Stiles, as unpopular as it is with Derek and others.

Nestled Series

Author: TriscuitsandSoup

Part 1: Safe and Warmth

Summary: As a squirrel Stiles was always on the lookout for the safest, warmest place in a room; and right now what looked to be the safest, warmest place was a long, black, coat, belonging to Peter Hale.

Part 2: Her Tree

Summary: After Claudia’s death Sheriff Stilinski can't find his son.

Luck Penny (Taste like Copper)

Author: pibroch (littleblackdog)

Summary: When Peter woke up, he spent a good fifteen or twenty seconds earnestly wishing that whatever had hit him had the courtesy to kill him outright. Because this? This was bullshit.AKA the time I decided to give Peter all the nice things, but made him get hit by a car first. Like you do.

Corrupted

Author: tricksterity

Summary: Scott knows better than anyone how well Stiles can take care of himself, but that doesn't stop him from worrying when his best friend is hit by a spell that's supposed to regress him back to a childlike state. What only he knows, though, is that Stiles was never exactly the most normal child, and that the witch is going to regret ever fucking with him.

You Get What You Need

Author: RebaK1tten

Summary: Stiles and Peter are accidentally mated and eventually learn to make it work.

more fics: part 2

#teenwolf #steter #peter hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic

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hale-of-stiles-heart · 8 years ago

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"Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.” au - pretty please?☺️

This is more pre-slash than anything, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! (also on ao3!)

Stiles' next door neighbor was an asshole.

A complete and utter asshole. An asshole of giant proportions.

He was the kind of asshole who left passive aggressive post-it notes on Stiles' front door nearly every morning. Always about the most insignificant shit, too.

Notes telling Stiles to keep his music down even though he had only been playing it at medium volume. How his neighbor could hear it over his shower would forever be a mystery. Dude must have superhuman hearing.

Notes asking Stiles to do his laundry at another time so the noise wouldn't disturb his neighbor's sleep. Why that would matter considering the fact that Stiles usually did his laundry in the middle of the afternoon escaped him.

Notes informing Stiles that he needed to take out his garbage, claiming that it was starting to smell. And, yes, his asshole neighbor may have had a point there but how in the hell did he know? It wasn't like he could smell it, right?

Then there were notes requesting that Stiles stop using so much garlic in his cooking. How that was any of his neighbor's business was way beyond him.

But even that wasn't enough for Stiles to draw the line. No, that came when his neighbor started leaving notes complaining about Stiles' cat.

Stiles had adopted his cat, a lovable little brown tabby tomcat that he had named Hurley, just a few weeks after moving into his apartment. It was his first time living on his own, having shared a dorm with his friend while attending Stanford, and he had found himself in need of some company.

Sure, his dad just lived on the other side of town, but even that wasn't enough. Stiles was too prone to loneliness to go without a roommate, even if said roommate had four legs and whiskers.

And Hurley was paws down the best roommate Stiles had ever had.

He was clean and pretty quiet for the most part. The only time he ever made much noise was when he felt like he wasn't getting enough attention or his food bowl was empty.

For the most part, he was content to just run around the apartment playing with his cat toys. And beyond that, he liked to doze in the sun or on Stiles' lap, stoned out of his mind on catnip.

The best thing about owning a cat rather than a dog was how independent they were. Hurley could entertain himself for hours while Stiles was at work, usually alternating between sleeping and gorging himself on cat food.

Good thing he did all that running around. Otherwise, he would probably be overweight. Not that Stiles would love him any less.

Hurley was the perfect mix of independent and cuddly. He was almost always willing to curl up on the couch with Stiles while he watched TV after his shift at the station yet there were times when he would rather nap alone.

He greeted Stiles every morning with a happy little trill and welcomed him home from work with the sound of his paws on the hardwood floor as he raced to the front door. He was the perfect companion.

So when Stiles' neighbor started leaving notes complaining about Hurley, he lost his temper a little bit.

After the first note complaining about the sound of the bell on Hurley's collar, Stiles had intentionally played his music twice as loud every time he showered for the next two weeks. He had gotten a note about that too.

The only notes that had any credence to them, were the ones informing Stiles that Hurley had managed to slip out into the balcony again. Somehow the little sneak kept figuring out how to open the sliding glass door.

While that wouldn't be a problem if Stiles had his own balcony, that wasn't the case. He just so happened to share a balcony with his asshole neighbor, divided only by a metal railing.

Hurley could slip right through the bars and venture over into Asshole Neighbor's balcony. And from there? Right into sand neighbor's apartment.

Which is precisely why Stiles was standing in front of his neighbor's door with a gift bag full of cat toys in his hand.

"C'mon, dude!" He called, lifting his free hand to knock on his neighbor's door again. Groaning in annoyance, he raised his voice to plead "Let me in! I want my time with the babies!"

"They're not babies, they're kittens," a gruff, now familiar voice barked as the front door was yanked open to reveal Stiles' asshole neighbor. Better known as one Derek Hale.

Stiles smiled innocently at his neighbor, forcing himself to ignore the swarm of butterflies that took flight in his stomach at the mere sight of the veritable god come to earth that was his neighbor. Brandishing the bag in his hand, he beamed at Derek, announcing, "I come bearing gifts. For the babies."

Derek rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He leaned over to rest against the door jamb, blocking Stiles from entering his apartment.

His dark red Henley was stretched tight across his chest, snug around his muscular biceps. Stiles tried not to notice how nice it looked on Derek, suddenly feeling woefully inadequate in his threadbare flannel and ripped jeans.

"Oh, c'mon, Derek!"' Stiles whined when the other man didn't budge, an immovable statue standing in the doorway. Slumping his shoulders and dropping his head back, he griped, "We need to get along now. We're practically in-laws, dude!"

"Don't call me dude," Derek grumbled, moving aside enough to let Stiles into his apartment. Stiles strode inside with a self-satisfied smile that dropped off his face like a dead fly when Derek spoke again, grousing, "And we're not in-laws. Your cat got mine pregnant."

Stiles winced. Because, yeah, that was pretty much the long and short of it.

Apparently, all those times Hurley was so desperate to get out onto the balcony and into Derek's apartment was because he had a lady friend waiting for him. A lady friend who just so happened to be in heat.

So much for the local animal shelter's guarantee that every cat they adopted out was spayed or neutered.

Around two weeks after one of Hurley's longer visits, Stiles woke up to find the most urgent note to date. His neighbor's typically neat handwriting had been somewhat sloppy as it spelled out the message: We need to talk.

Stiles had just rolled his eyes when he had found the note stuck to his front door, letting out a groan. Getting chewed out by his neighbor for whatever he had done that time had not ranked high on his list of things to do on his day off.

His day had been slightly brightened by the discovery of the fact that his grumpy neighbor was drop dead gorgeous with his dark stubble, beautiful hazel eyes, and god-like physique. If he had known he was living next door to a fucking Calvin Klein model he might have been a little more neighborly.

His good mood had been significantly dampened when his neighbor had glared at him and announced that his cat was pregnant. And since there weren't any other cats on their floor and she hadn't yet been introduced to the cat she was supposed to be breeding with, Hurley was most definitely the father.

A little under two months later, Derek had knocked on his door to inform him that Hurley was officially the father of five newborn kittens. That had only been a few days ago and Stiles had made it his personal mission to visit every day since to visit his grand-kittens.

Derek had only begrudgingly allowed him into his apartment to see the kittens, constantly rolling his eyes as Stiles baby talked the kittens. His cat, Willow, was much more welcoming, licking Stiles' hand whenever he reached over to pet her.

She was a beautiful cat, a purebred blue point ragdoll with fur as fluffy as a cloud and eyes so blue they were more periwinkle than anything. Living up to her breed's reputation, she was extremely calm and affectionate, with both her kittens and the humans who kept fussing over them.

Bag of toys in hand, Stiles waited for Derek to close the front door before following him further into his apartment. He led Stiles deeper into the living room, over to the large cat bed where Willow was curled up with her kittens.

"Aww... Hey, babies," Stiles greeted, keeping his voice soft as he sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the cat bed. The area rug Derek had spread out on the hardwood floor was soft and plush, much more comfortable than sitting on the hard floor itself.

Willow glanced up at him with a lazy blink, letting out a deep purr. Stiles smiled to himself as he set down his bag, running his eyes over the tiny shapes of the kittens.

Derek had already taken the liberty of naming them. The two blue points girls were named Lily and Camellia. The two blue tabby points were Bella and Beau.

He had left the name of the remaining kitten, a brown tabby who looked almost identical to Hurley, up to Stiles. He had finally decided on Claude after a couple days of deliberation. Derek had seemed to approve.

Reaching into his bag as Derek took a seat on the floor beside him, Stiles rifled around for a toy. He pulled out a blue and orange crinkle ball, Willow looking up at the sound.

"I know, right?" Stiles cooed, setting the crinkle ball down on the floor. Beaming at Willow, he remarked, "Orange and blue. Best color combination there is."

"Of course you're a Mets fan," Derek scoffed, shaking his head. Stiles just stuck his tongue out at him before grabbing another toy out of the bag, a small yellow ball with a bell inside.

Derek rolled his eyes again. As Stiles set down the noisy ball beside the first one, Derek reminded him, "Their eyes aren't even open yet."

"I know," Stiles dismissed, grabbing a handful of toys out of his bag. He had picked up a wide assortment from the local pet store, everything from feather lures to plush mice stuffed full of catnip. "But you're never too young for presents. Isn't that right, Willow?"

Leaning back, he shrugged and conceded, "Besides, it's my fault we're in this mess. I should've double checked with the shelter. Should've made sure Hurley couldn't keep getting out."

Derek didn't say anything. Biting the inside of his lip, Stiles nodded at the kittens and ventured, "You decided what you're gonna do with them yet?"

"One of my sisters is thinking about taking one," Derek murmured, reaching out to very gently run the pad of his finger down Lily's back. Smiling softly, he admitted, "But other than that, I have no idea. I'm getting pretty attached to them."

Stiles found himself smiling at that, too. His neighbor may seem like a big bad wolf but he was just a big puppy dog at heart.

As he tipped his head to the side, watching Derek check on the kittens, Stiles conceded that maybe his neighbor wasn't as much of an asshole as he thought.

#neighbors #sterek #sterek fic #neighbors au #kittens #cat owner derek #cat owner stiles #derek is a bit of an asshole #but he's really a softie #pre-slash #getting to know each other #Anonymous

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bearb0nes · 8 years ago

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What’s New Pussycat - A Derek Hale Imagine

(A/N) Hey hey hey, guys! It’s been forever since I said that this was going to be posted but last night I had finally found the time and inspiration to actually sit and continue writing this out. The format and plot of this imagine has changed so many times that even trying to remember the way it was when I first wrote it gives me a massive headache. It just seems that within this fandom even the small innocuous details need to be expanded on in order to fit in the universe. I know that these imagines don’t need to be filled to the brim with back story to make them plausible, but that’s something I’ll need to work with myself on in order to grow out of that way of thinking.

ANYway, the inspiration for this imagine comes from one of my brother’s vehement dislike for my fur baby and said fur baby’s clingy habits. The whole thing is meant to be more on the humorous side versus any actual emotional substance but I hope you guys enjoy it all the same!

Words: 2036

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: N/A

There were a few things in this life that Derek Hale knew with absolute certainty: Life in Beacon Hills often liked to throw you curveballs to keep you on your toes, Stiles Stilinski was a raging idiot, and he hated cats. The first two unfortunately intermingled quite often, though if he was honest with himself (which he wasn’t) he had actually grown accustomed to the sarcastic spaz, not that he’d ever admit that out loud. However, through whatever minimal luck he had (and lots of careful avoidance on his part), cats had not been an issue that he had to deal with since childhood when he first discovered that cats and werewolves definitely do not mix. Thus, Derek was wholly unprepared to come face to face with a wild, hissing she-beast when he entered the Stilinski household with Stiles to look at the latest research he and Lydia had dug up. It was in that moment that all three of his known truths crashed together to form one big ball of fucked up very, very quickly.

Stiles lets out a short high pitched yelp and flings his arms up to shield his face in abject terror, his left elbow ramming into the center of Derek’s back. The force sends Derek stumbling forward towards the yowling ball of hatred resulting in the beast launching into attack mode and scratching the ever loving shit out of his arms earning a pained growl and flashing blue eyes that send it scampering up the stairs. A large squealing mass then comes charging out of the kitchen and slams into Stiles causing the boy to nearly lose his footing.

“Meechy!!”

Derek huffs and looks up from his rapidly healing arms visible through the significant tears in his leather jacket (the amount of jackets he goes through living in this damn town probably pays to keep the shop open by itself), and his world momentarily freezes, his brain trying to process what it is that he’s seeing. Hello, curveball. She is without a doubt the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen…and she’s hugging Stiles’ face tightly against her chest and ardently rocking side to side while he squirms and sputters. “Y/N?! What, what are you doing here?!When did you get back?!Have you been to the station?!Wh-”

She pushes him back by his shoulders and pats his cheek lovingly before spinning on her heel to face Derek with a bright smile and her hand held out, “Y/N Stilinski, it’s a pleasure to meet you! And you are?” Derek isn’t sure what it is he actually says since the only thing he can think about is how the pale golden sunlight streaming in from the open front door is casting a warm hazy glow around her form that makes her seem almost angelic (he even sees sparkles, which is probably just an inordinately large cloud of dust but hey, at least he’s not hearing angels sing), but he’s pretty sure it’s his name since her smile widens and she nods at him before she turns away and links arms with Stiles.

“C’mon Meechy. You can sit in the kitchen while I finish making lunch and tell me all about how you’ve fallen in with tall, dark, and wolfy over there.” She shoots him a wink over her shoulder as she tugs the still sputtering mess along. “You coming handsome?” Derek’s feet start moving of their own volition and he is suddenly keenly aware of another truth of his life, he is an absolute sucker for Y/N Stilinski. Fuck.

As it turns out Stiles had an older sister that had been studying archeology and anthology abroad in Europe. She had never come up in conversation when Derek was around because that was usually when they were dealing with a new baddie and not playing “get to know your pack mates”, and she hadn’t been home to visit in years due to her rigorous course/field work and lack of funds to afford a ticket both home and back on holidays. Now that she had finished the application aspects of her degree she was free to complete the last of her schooling back stateside and was moving back in with her father and brother. As for her supernatural knowledge, she explained that when you study artifacts, and people, and their cultures year round for nearly three years you’re bound to stumble upon a secret or two. Though the pack was surprised to find out that most smaller eastern european communities considered knowledge of the supernatural to be common, it was the more modernized communities that skewed the information as myth rather than fact.

5 months later saw Y/N fitting seamlessly into the pack’s routine, forming fast relationships with everyone and becoming a pack mother of sorts (though she’d never outwardly claim such a title, stating that she was “-way too young to be anyone’s momma!”), not to mention her extensive knowledge on any and all things supernatural aided the pack in the defense of the community against old and new threats. Life was good for the pack, things finally seeming to go smoothly, or as smoothly as life can go Beacon Hills anyway.

So where did that leave Derek? The answer to that question, is absolutely nowhere. Because Y/N wouldn’t go on a date with him. That’s not to say that his attraction was unrequited however, quite the opposite actually. Derek had never been closer to anyone. He knew that what he felt for her ran far deeper than what he had previously thought he had felt for anyone else, and what’s worse is that he knew she felt the same. It was in the way she’d scan the room when she first entered until her eyes found his. In the way she’d toss her head back and laugh while holding herself up on his shoulder when someone told a joke she found particularly funny. In the way she’d unconsciously reach out and grip his hand while they were walking around town. In the way she’d quickly press a kiss on the very corner of his mouth when he walked her to her door before furiously blushing and darting inside with rushed “See yah!”. So why hadn’t Derek been able to take her out yet? Because of her fucking cat that’s why.

He was never one for pedestals, or rose colored glasses, but he very quickly decided that Y/N was as perfect as a person could get. In fact, if it weren’t for her complete devotion to her hell spawn he’d be hard pressed to find a single flaw. As it were, 95% of the time if you were looking for Y/N, you’d also find Ylva. The cat could be found twirling around her ankles while she stood, stretched out along her side if Y/N was laying down, perched on the back of whatever she was sitting on, or waiting at the door for her owner to return. Therefore the cat was in Derek’s orbit far more often than not, and both were very vocal about their displeasure at the other’s presence.

What does that have to do with taking her out on a date? When Derek had first asked her out he had been nervous of course, who wouldn’t be, but he never actually thought she’d say no. And to be perfectly fair she didn’t, instead a mischievous glint had entered her eyes and the likeness to the look he often saw on Stiles’ face had sent an involuntary shiver down his spine. “Of course I’d love to go on a date with you Der, if you can get Ylva to let you pet her.” At first he was convinced she was joking but when she adamantly stuck to her guns he had given in and decided to tackle the situation head on, surely it wouldn’t be that hard.

That was three weeks ago.

Every day for the last three weeks Derek had put aside his ingrained hatred for cats and gone over to the Stilinski household in an attempt to coax the demonic fur ball into letting him pet her, one hand is all he needed. Hell, he’d settle for a finger. He’s ashamed to say that he couldn’t even find her the first four days, werewolf senses be damned. He had pulled out all the stops, catnip, feathers, cooing at her like a baby (though the intense scowl he wore while doing it probably warded her off on that one), he had even brought her live mice. Nothing seemed to work, werewolf or not, surely any sane cat would have taken the bait. Most recently, he was resorting to sneak attacks, lurking around corners and crouching behind couches hoping to get the drop on her, so far no dice. Until today that is.

Derek walked into the Stilinski household with air of begrudging defeat about him, today was the last time he would attempt to get ahold of Ylva, if he couldn’t pull it off he’d have to admit defeat and hope Y/N would have mercy on him regardless. He walked through the front door, sweeping a cursory glance about the entryway, tilting his head slightly at the sound of Scott and Stiles talking upstairs, before looking into the living room. He froze, eyes widening. There, dozing in a patch of sun on the couch was the very source of his problems. Her ears had miraculously not picked up the sound of his entry and he glanced upward, sending a plea out into the universe for this to work, and began to painstakingly inch his way toward the couch. The room was silent, no sound but the soft whistle of Ylva’s snores, but the pounding of his heart filled his ears. He crept around the couch and slowly raised his hand, eyes laser-focused on the sleeping feline, and softly lowered his hand to just barely rest upon her back. Careful to not jostle his arm in any way Derek reached into his pocket with his other hand and pulled out his phone, fumbling with it for a moment to get it into the right orientation, and quickly snaps a photo of his hand on the cat. He rears back, letting out a whoop of victory and throws his arms into the air before turning heel and running out of the house. He was off to snag his girl, and she was his girl for he had completed her task and had picture evidence, from her meeting with Deaton. He had had months to plan and she was about to have the best first date of her entire life.

*****************************************************************************************************Scott jogged down the stairs and snagged a bottle of water out of the fridge, glancing at the cat on his way back up the stairs. “Dude, do you think we should take Y/N’s cat to Deaton? She hasn’t moved from the couch at all the whole day.” Stiles lets out a disinterested hum and continues to focus on the textbook laying on the bed in front of him, reaching for something in his pocket and tossing it towards him. Scott catches and reads the label, “You gave her a sedative!? Why? I thought you were enjoying watching Derek flounder.” Stiles looks up at Scott with a deadpan expression. “I got up to use the bathroom last night and almost pissed myself when I found Derek standing in the hallway in the dark. And last week I found a live mouse hiding in my sock drawer. An actual live mouse, Scott.”

Scott quickly nods and shudders at the thought of his reaction if he found a mouse in his own room. “Yeah, that’s probably for the best. What’d you do with the mouse?” The blank expression on Stiles’ face falters and a grimace takes it’s place. “I went to grab a cup and when I came back it was gone, Ylva hasn’t gotten it yet though because I can hear it running around my room at night.”

It was then for a second time that day that a werewolf came sprinting out of the Stilinski household shouting, albeit for very different reasons.

#teen wolf imagine #derek hale #derek hale imagine #mine #teen wolf

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jaynestownfireflys · 8 years ago

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Chapters: 23/23 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Laura Hale, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Kira Yukimura, Paige (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Aged up characters, Kid Fic, Family, Found Family, Crochet, Knitting, Crafts, silly fic, happy fic, Fluffy fic, Author is way outside comfort zone, WIP, Not Beta Read, Slow Burn, Asexual Character, Asexual Realtionship, parenting, Podfic Welcome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tacky title is Tacky, Friendship, Friends as Family, Grieving, Mentions of past child abuse, Bullying, Stiles is kidnip, which is catnip for kids, Pied Piper Stiles Stilinski, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Growing Up, How to Adult in Ten Easy Steps, ha no, I'm kidding, Adulting is hard, Curtain Fic, I'm just ticking off cliches at this point, Coma, Books, Literature, Tattoos, Tattooed Stiles Stilinski, Mentions of Suicide, canon character death, Claudia Stilinski Warning, Mother-Son Relationship, Mental Health Issues, Adventures in Baby Sitting, Quarter-Life Crisis, Father-Son Relationship, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Child Neglect, Ableist Language, From a Child, In a single instance Series: Part 1 of Naughty Hookers (Swathed in Wool) Summary:

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

#fanfic #teen wolf #steter

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d-athanasi · 8 years ago

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So these appeared on my dash together (that is @batwynn 'a cat) and all I can see is Stiles, after a couple years heading up the supernatural task force in the FBI, comes home one night after a particularly nasty day, hoping to clean up and crawl into bed and disappear from the world for a few days, only to realize that there's something else in his apartment. Which is incredibly weird and upsetting since he's had this place warded like crazy for years, so whatever it is must be really freaking powerful, so Stiles grabs his gun and starts investigating, slowly and silently creeping through the apartment as he follows the sounds of another creature. Of course, when he finds the creature, it's...a cat? Huh, well, that actually makes more sense, because his wards wouldn't actually keep out a regular cat. And then stiles feels like an idiot, pointing his gun at a cat, so he un-cocks the gun and holsters it before bending down to investigate the cat, talking to it, asking it who it is and what it's doing there. The cat, of course, doesn't respond aside from a plaintive "meow" and a glare that could rival Derek Hale's. Which reminds him of the guy, so he sends Derek a text, just to say hello and see how he's doing. No response is immediately forthcoming from either party, so stiles feeds the cat some tuna and tries to figure out what to do with the cat, even going so far as to ask the neighborhood gossip if she knows anyone who may have lost a cat? But when he goes to leave the apartment, the cat refuses to stay, and in fact follows him, sticking to him like he had catnip in his pockets. After several days of basically being stalked by this cat, Stiles starts to suspect that there may be more than meets the eye going on with it. Also, he still hasn't heard from Derek, which is...worrying. Sure, Derek can usually take care of himself, but he's also been prone to being kidnapped and tortured for as long as Stiles has known him, so Stiles may be concerned. After several more long days, and another particularly bad day, Stiles again comes home exhausted, only this time he's accompanied by the cat. The cat who happened to show up at the showdown with the harpies and yowl at just the right moment to make stiles turn and catch one of the harpy's claws before they would have eviscerated him. So Grumpy Cat (what Stiles has taken to calling his animal companion, due to his perpetual glaring expression) gets tuna AND chicken for dinner, and Stiles gets a hot bath, and they both end up on Stiles's bed, even though previously the cat would flat-out refuse to get on the bed with Stiles. So Stiles starts to pet Grumpy Cat gently, earning him some purring and a couple of chin butts as the cat rubs against his prone form. And while stroking his feline friend, Stiles picks up his phone, opening his texts and staring at Derek's unanswered one. "Der, where are you?" he sighs, only to be answered by a particularly plaintive meow and Grumpy Cat staring him in the face. Stiles snorts and starts to be a little more attentive with the cat, giving him a good rub. "Sorry, dude, it's just my...friend. He usually responds when I text him, so I'm starting to get worried. "Mrrrooow." Stiles snorts, "yeah, he can take care of himself. Doesn't stop me from my worrying, though." The cat paws at Stiles's chin. "You remind me of him, you know? Grumpy attitude, overprotective...you even have the same eyebrows." Stiles stares at the cat's face, suddenly noticing something new. "And the same eyes...wait..." Stiles turns the cat around, hands skimming down the cat's back, brushing its fur the wrong way so he can get a look at its skin. And there, between the animal's shoulder blades, is the familiar triskelion tattoo. Stiles turns the cat around again, looking him straight in the eye. "Der? Is that you?" A grumbly meow and an eye roll are the cat's response. Which, can cats even roll their eyes? Wait, holy shit, that means that Stiles's new cat...is Derek! Cue shenanigans as Stiles tries to figure out how Derek got changed into a cat and how to change him back, featuring lots of grumbling on both parts, and an eventually cuddle-happy Derek Hale. In the end, Derek and Stiles figure out their shit and One morning, as stiles gets ready to go back to work, Derek corners him on the couch and straddles his lap, pressing soft kisses against him. After some cuddling and light making out, Derek tries to get up, only to be kept in place by Stiles's arms. When Derek asks Stiles, "shouldn't you be heading in to work?" Stiles responds, "hmm, have to call in. My lap has been chosen by my cat and I cannot move lest I disturb him. They'll understand."

#sterek #eternalsterek #not!fic

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