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Fic Rec Sunday - 5/28/17

Finally jumping back into this! I’m so happy to rec stuff again.

Scileson

Untested Limits by QuickLikeLight (@quicklikelight)

He was shaking - not scared or cold or hurting, not her brave darling, no - but overwhelmed, lost in the sensation she was giving him, overcome by need.

Sterek

For Varying Degrees of Tired (tumblr post) by alocalband (@alocalband)

“Please, Derek, please, I–“ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derek’s jacket. He’s on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’ve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please don’t do this.”

Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.

And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.

“It isn’t real?” Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.

it’s only nature, I live for danger by Marishna

One could say it smacked Stiles in the face but, in actuality, it was Derek slapping him on the ass with a wide grin and laughing eyes that gave him the epiphany.

Mutually Assured Dating by @andavs

‘You were singing really loudly in the shower when I broke into your apartment but then i heard you slip and crash and oh god i should probably check on you in case i get done for murder instead of just robbery’ AU

It took all of fourteen seconds for Derek to realize he was in the wrong apartment.

No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong by @troubleiwant

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

Non-Emergency (tumblr post) by dragon_temeraire (@dragon-temeraire)

Stiles has never been in a hospital waiting room with a guy as hot as this.

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A Road That’s Built to Last by twisting_vine_x (@twisting-vine-x)

Stiles is driving the Trans-Canada highway, all the way from Toronto to Vancouver. He's always been told that it's a bad idea to pick up hitchhikers, but, somehow, he's still got someone riding shotgun with him, and he's starting to think it might be one of the best decisions he's made in a long time.

stress baking (tumblr post) by bibliosexual (@bibliosexxual)

Derek doesn’t usually start conversations, but today he feels like making an exception. “Are you okay? This is a lot more baking than usual, even for you.”

“What? What do you mean?” Stiles says, dropping his hands to his sides. His face cycles through about five or six different expressions before settling on something that’s probably trying to say “innocent and oblivious,” but… well. Derek might not know Stiles that well, but he knows Stiles is definitely not either of those things, ever.

“The cookies,” Derek says slowly. “That you leave on my doorstep a few times a week while I’m out on my morning run.”

Stiles glares down at the cookies Derek’s holding like they’ve betrayed him.

“We don’t talk about it,” Derek says slowly, unsure, “but I thought you knew that I knew it was you."

Tell Me True by @troubleiwant

Abby loves a lot of things about being a cop, but handling vagrancy calls isn’t one of them. The only worse option is if it ends up being a drunk and disorderly, too. Just, she hates forcing people to move along when they’re only trying to survive on the streets. And while she can’t blame those who react poorly to her thinly-veiled orders, she doesn’t love getting cussed at either.

Luckily, her partner Stiles is always willing to step up. He intuitively grasps how to balance his authority with a friendly sympathy that reads as honest respect, not pity. Most of the city’s homeless accept Stiles as at least a friendly acquaintance, at this point. Considering he’s best known among his peers for his sharp tongue and a borderline troubling disregard for social norms, it’s a bit of a surprise, but when it comes to empathizing with the genuinely downtrodden? Stiles is your guy.

Which is probably why they get called to deal with the vagrant in the woods in the first place, and that’s when all the trouble starts.

untitled by @effectricis

Does anyone ever think about the fact that after everything with Kate, maybe Derek goes to New York with the decision to never to be hurt that way by anyone again. Not the losing his family part, because how could he ever lose so much again, right? (Right? I’m not crying at all!)

untitled by @petals42

Stiles was lost.

Very lost.

So fucking lost, and he didn’t even know why he was here in the first place.

He could at least admit that much. He didn’t want to, but he could admit it. Reluctantly. Because he was standing on a very dark corner, with the one very much not-on streetlight, next to a burnt down, probably arsoned, Chinese restaurant called Lucky Dragon, and he was drunk.

So drunk.

So very, very drunk.

you know you’re on my mind (tumblr post) by bibliosexual (@bibliosexxual)

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

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