#cute stiles stilinski imagine

[babyflorencee]

Raindrop romance and puppy dog eyes

Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

I was at my locker, discussing the upcoming math test with Lydia when I felt a pair of arms wrapping around my waist from behind. “Boo!” I heard my idiotic boyfriend, Stiles, say.

With a grin, I slammed my locker shut and turned around to face him. “Hi baby,” he said, pulling me close in a warm embrace.

“Hey Stilinski, stealing my girl away from me again?” Lydia said, a playful frown on her face as she folded her arms.

"Um, excuse me, since when was she your girl? Did I miss something? Because last night, she was definitely moaning my name," Stiles responded, a smirk playing on his lips.

Lydia scoffed, delivering her response with an attitude, “well, I've known her longer."

"Well, that sucks because I don’t give a shit."

“Okay, guys, that’s enough,” I intervened, teasingly rolling my eyes to end their banter before it could escalate and potentially giving me a headache.

"But, he-" Lydia started, only to be cut off by Stiles. "Me?" He asked in mock shock, causing me to let out a groan.

"Can you both please shut up so I can go home?" I teased, grabbing Stiles by the arm and playfully dragging him out the door.

Once we stepped outside, heavy raindrops were falling. Turning to Stiles with a wide grin, I yelled, "tag!" and dashed toward his jeep.

"Oh, you little bitch! You’re so gonna get it!" He yelled back, chasing after me.

It didn't take him long to catch up, and before I knew it, he was grabbing my waist. "Tag!" He declared, out of breath, hugging me from behind. After a moment, I pushed his arms off of me and took off running. "Nope."

"Oh, you little dick." He yelled, attempting to catch up, but I was already in the car with the door locked before he could.

Reaching the driver's side, he tried to open the door, but frowning when he realized it was locked. He looked up with puppy dog eyes, causing me to return his gaze with a proud smile. “Baby, please open the door,” he whined, pressing his forehead against the glass, and knocking on the window, instantly making me cave in.

As soon as I unlocked the door, he rushed in, slamming it shut before rubbing his hands together in an attempt to get warm. “Can you turn on the heater please?”

[dylobilysmomg]

Restless

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭.𝟭𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪! 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝟰 𝗨 𝗧𝗔𝗣 𝗜𝗧!)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

I seriously did not want to be here right now. Stiles and Scott dragged me out of my house late at night to break into some dude’s house. This was so annoying. I’ve had to sit on the couch and listen to the boys talk to this old guy for at least half an hour. I sat on the other couch, away from them. I crossed me legs and arms, leaning back into the couch cushions, a visible grimace on my face.

Scott and the man left the living room to look at some book, leaving Stiles and I alone. He looked at me, obviously noticing my discomfort and shuffling towards me. He took a seat next to me, turning to face me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. He kissed my cheek, “You okay?” He asked. “I want to go home.” I said bluntly. He sighed, “Come here.” He mumbled, trailing his hand away from my shoulder and to my jaw. I gave into his touch, leaning in to kiss him.

We pulled away from each other when we heard footsteps making their way towards the living room. After revealing Scott and the man, Scott announced that we were leaving. So the three of us made our way to the jeep, I hopped into the passenger seat.

Stiles then drove down the dark streets of Beacon Hills, making his way to Scott’s house to drop him off. The way Stiles treated me just then in the living room sparked a little something in me. Obviously it wasn’t the only reason. He looked exceptionally hot today. The backwards hat, the flannel, all of it. I crossed my legs tightly, trying to ease the warmth between them. I began shaking me leg and tapping my fingers on the console. I think Stiles noticed my restlessness too, because he kept sneaking glances at me. We eventually pulled up to Scott’s home in the dead of night and said our goodbyes. As we pulled away, Stiles spoke.

“What’s up with you?” I turned slightly in my seat to face him, “Can you pull into this parking lot?” I asked, pointing to the empty mini mall parking lot we were about to pass. He just furrowed his eyebrows in a confused expression, yet doing as I told. As he pulled into the vacant parking lot, amidst the dewy air, he turns off the jeep and looks to me for an answer.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned to him, grabbing his hand and bringing it to palm my clothed heat. “I need you.” Is all I said before he practically jumped into the back seat, throwing his hat off and kicking his shoes off. I crawled back behind him, kicking my shoes off aswell. I sat myself in his lap, straddling him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands roaming over my ass and up my shirt. I clawed at his neck as we began to make out. Stiles leaned up off the back of the seat and tore his flannel off. I shoved my hands up his white shirt, forcing it off of him. He then pulled my shirt up over my head. He groaned at me. He laid me down for a moment as he feverishly dragged my pants and panties down my legs. I pushed him back up.

My hands went to his belt buckle, fiddling with it until it came undone. I pulled the zipper down and shoved my hand into his pants to grab him. He let out the most pornographic moans as I fondled with him. He grabbed my hand and forced it away from him, then kicking his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers. I straddled him once again, Stiles beginning to make his assault down my neck. He reached behind my back and snapped off my bra; I let it fall off my arms and to the ground. He brought his hands to them almost immediately, sighing as he played with me. I squeezed his shoulders as he brought his mouth to one of them.

“Okay that’s enough,” I said, feeding my fingers through his hair and pulling him away. Slowly I slip onto the floor board of the jeep, my hands going to the waistband of his plaid boxers. Stiles lifts his hips up off the seat and allows me to pull them down and off his legs, leaving him naked for me. I bring my lips to his glistening red tip, pressing feather-light kisses upon it. Stiles’s breathing picks up as I bring my tongue to the base of his cock, licking all the way up the underside before swallowing him into my mouth; bobbing my head up and down as he fails miserably at keeping quiet.

I feel his hands feed into the hair on the back of my head, forcing me down lower on him, gagging as his cock hits the back of my throat each time. Then not before long he has both hands through my hair, thrusting up and face fucking me. I can tell he’s getting close when he starts to twitch in my mouth, but he pulls me off if him just before.

“Enough about me, baby.” Stiles pants, pulling me up and back into his lap, grabbing his cock and lining it up for me to sink down on. I slowly sink down onto his cock, the both of us letting out a moan as i reach the hilt. I place my hands on his shoulders, bracing myself. I begin to bounce on his dick, Stiles squeezing my hips and lifting me up and down. He quickens the pace, and before long my head is buried into the crook of his neck while he thrusts up into me, making me see stars.

“Oh fuck, Stiles.” I moan into his ear, Stiles practically wrecking me. “You close?” He moans breathlessly, bringing a hand to my clit, slowly rubbing as he fucks me. I pull my head from his neck, sitting up and letting my head hang, looking at the ceiling of the jeep. “Yeah, yeah, keep going.” I reply, moans pouring out of me.

Stiles gripped my hips tighter, slamming up into me until I couldn’t take it anymore, arching my back into the air and throwing my head back, Stiles groaning as he came inside me. After we caught our breath, I slumped into him, panting into the crook of his neck.

After a moment I sat back up to look at him, grinning. This was my favorite Stiles. Fucked out, sweaty, and lovesick. His brows furrow, “Hmm?”

“Wanna go again?”

𝟔/𝟐𝟖/𝟐𝟑

[twjournals]

summary: you're drunk at the club and Stiles takes you home

word count: over 1.4k

warning: two besties in love but neither will make the first move, drunken kiss, protective Stiles

"Think she's even good to drive?" Scott leaned into Stiles to talk over the music.

Stiles' eyes never left your as he shook his head. "Not a chance."

He had watched you nearly all night, between dragging Lydia to the dance floor with you every time your song come in (who knew you had so many) and nursing your drinks. He watched mainly because he wanted to make sure your night wasn't ruined by some scum. Or at least that's what he told himself. Either way, he was only looking out for you.

Lydia dragged you back to the bar with her arm around your waist. "Come on, Y/n, help a girl out." She huffed which caused you to giggle.

You propped yourself up against the bar, leaning your head against Stiles' shoulder with a sigh. His arm protectively rested around your waist to keep you up and though you were damn near wasted, you noticed.

"Keep an eye on her please. I need to use the bathroom." She says as she's already walking in the direction on the bathroom.

Stiles watched as you nuzzled your face in his neck for a moment. He wondered if you even knew who he was after that many shots. You were his best friend, aside from Scott, and he was in love with you. As much as he hated to admit it. Maybe he shouldn't hate it so much because you were after all his best friend. You knew each other in and out. No one could truly love you for everything you are like him, but it was also because you were his best friend that he hated to admit it. He feared even risking your friendship especially over his feelings.

"We should get you home." Stiles suggested.

You grumbled a noise as you started to sit up on the stool properly. Your hands held the bar for support. "I'm not ready to go though." You probably should go before you embarrassed yourself more, but right now, you had no shame.

You started to call the bartender over again, lifting yourself over the bar. Nevermind the way your dress was riding up, nor the fact that people could see your underwear. You had to get that man's attention. Just one more drink. That's what you kept telling yourself.

"Y/n," Stiles grumbled in your ear, feeling his chest quickly pressed against your back. He used his body to block everyone else from the show they would get. You weren't making this easy for him. "Sit down."

"Or what?" You shivered at the feeling of him pressed against your bare back, his warm breath against your ear. But you must stay focused.

"Where are your keys? I'm taking you home." He proceeded. You wondered if he was even listening.

"Stiles, I- I can take myself." You could feel your skin getting hot having him so close, or maybe that was the alcohol.

"Not a chance. Where are your keys?"

"No, I'm not leaving yet- that tickles-" You giggled as his hands tickled your sides while trying to reach your bag. "Nooo, I don't wanna go yet, Stiles-" You push yourself further into the counter, nearly throwing yourself over it in attempt to get out of his reach.

You're bent over the bar with a grin on your lips, your hands clinging onto his arms to keep him from getting your keys.

"You leave me no choice." He mumbled as he slips the bartender money to pay your tab just as you were about to order again.

You didn't have much time to ponder what he mean't by that before he was picking you up suddenly, pulling you over his shoulder. His hand shielded your ass to keep people from seeing up your dress as he carried out of the club.

"Stiles, put me down!" You protest.

You hear the door to the jeep open before he's putting you in passenger seat. He pointed a finger at you as he blocked you in. "You're drunk and I want you getting home safe." He stood still to make sure you didn't try to jump out on him. "Stay."

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment, the soft look at his eyes easing any emotion of anger. He shut the door before walking around to the driver side.

You could feel his eyes on you as you gazed out the window at your car still parked in the parking lot. "What about my car?" You hiccuped.

"It'll be okay. We'll come back for it tomorrow." He assured as he started to drive you home.

The car ride was quiet aside from your hiccups. Stiles glanced in your direction when your hiccups died down, hoping he might find you asleep, but you were still awake with your stare lingering out the window. He worried he might have pissed you off for carrying you out of the club, but then again he knew you would thank him in the morning.

He pulled the door open while you were in front of your place.

"Mad at me?" He couldn't help but to question.

You shook your head though, reaching your arms out for him to pick you up. He smiled, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you bridal style up the sidewalk toward your apartment building.

You listened to his heart beating against his chest and how it increased when your hand rubbed across it. You really couldn't ask for a better best friend. No one had ever looked out for you like Stiles did, cared for you the way he did. You almost laughed at the thought of Lydia trying to get you up to your apartment.

Stiles sat you down when you finally reached your bed, taking a moment to help you out of your heels so you could get into bed. "Before I go, can I get you any-" You caught him off guard when your lips pressed to his suddenly. Maybe you shouldn't have, but given how much liquor you had consumed, nothing was stopping you now. In fact, it only made the craving worse.

His lips were still against yours, processing what was happening. You were kissing him. This was really happening.

His arms wrapped around your body when he finally kissed you back. Your hands gripping the back of his neck to pull him further on the bed with you until his hands met the mattress.

"Wait-" He mumbled against your lips.

You parted from the kiss to look at him, still holding the back of his neck.

He closed his eyes with a frown. "Not like this." He started as he pushed himself up on the bed.

"Oh." You sat up on the bed, awkwardly crossing your legs as you adjusted your dress.

"No, I didn't mean it like that- I just Fuck.. You're perfect. Really you are. I have wanted this for so long, but I can't do it like this."

"Stiles.."

You watched the way he ran his hand down his face in frustration. You crawled closer to him on the bed, rubbing your hand in soothing circles against his back in attempt to calm him through his panic.

"You didn't do anything wrong." You assured.

"You're drunk-"

You interrupted him with a giggle. "To be fair, I kissed you first."

And yet he still couldn't stop himself from feeling this way. Not because it happened but more because he wanted to do it again. Just to pull you into his arms and kiss your lips all over again. He had no shame in kissing you, only never wanting to stop.

"I'm sorry for kissing you." You apologized.

He watched you lay back on the bed and sighed as he helped you pull the covers over your body. "Don't apologize."

"I don't want you upset."

"I'm not upset." He assured.

"Then I'm not sorry." You admitted honestly, quickly taking back your apology. Despite how much you had to drink, you would never be able to drown out the feelings you truly had for Stiles.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise before letting out a chuckle. "Well next time, would you mind doing it sober?"

Next time. Silly boy. It would be tempting. There was no doubt about it. You smiled instantly against the covers, turning over to get comfortable on the bed with your back facing him. You only hoped you would have the courage you do now to do it again sober.

"Goodnight, Stiles." You finally answered.

Though you couldn't see him, you could feel his eyes lingering on you. It was nowhere near the answer he was hoping for, but it was the answer he settled for. "Goodnight, Y/n."

[rubylize]

Drunk

Summary: Stiles is drunk and he gets dropped off at your house.

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Word count: 890

Warnings: none

Stiles had gotten drunk and Scott had dropped him off with Y/n, who was dating Stiles. “Who are you?” Stiles asked her. She smiled at him, “Someone.” She grabbed him by the arms, “Hey! I have a girlfriend, get your hands off me!” He frowned.

Y/n let him go, “What’s your girlfriend's name?” Stiles laughed, “Her name is fishy!” He slurred. Y/n raised her eyebrows, “Fishy?” She mumbled. “Can I help you to your bed?” She asked. Stiles frowned, “No, no I have a girlfriend.” Y/n laughed, “I promise I won’t do anything to you, I just want you to go to sleep.” She explained, amusingly.

It was quite funny to Y/n to see Stiles in this situation.

“Oh okay. But don’t do anything!” He warned, Y/n started carrying him upstairs to her room. “Where does fishy live?” Stiles frowned at the question “Good question. I don’t know..” Y/n gasped fakely, “You lost your girlfriend?!” Stiles widened his eyes, “Call my dad he can help me look for her! He’s the sheriff,” he said worriedly.

He then laughed at himself when Y/n put him on the bed, “Why are you laughing?” Stiles’ laughing stopped, “Because Fishy isn’t actually my girlfriend hehe.” Y/n pouted fakely “You lied to me?” Stiles’ eyes softened “Yeah, so?” He laughed. “Ouch. Do you normally lie?” Stiles looked at her, “No. I only lie to strangers.”

Y/n nodded in understanding, Y/n kneeled down to take off his shoes, socks, she then reached for his belt. “Hey! Not touchy.” He mumbled, “Fine I won’t unless you tell me who your girlfriend is.” She challenged him. “Oh that’s easy!” He slurred happily. “S-she is wonderful, she is really pretty, I like her a lot, hmm or maybe love her? Her name is Y/n.” He said.

“I’m sure she loves you too.” Y/n reached for his belt buckle again, “Stop it.” He mumbled. “Stiles, I'm not gonna hurt you.” She assured, she then took his pants off and put some shorts on. “Want me to take off your shirt?” She asked him. “No.” He said, he then took off his shirt for himself.

Stiles laid on the bed and before Y/n could do anything else he fell asleep, she covered him with a separate blanket. She got pills and a water bottle to put on the nightstand, she also got a trash can, then eventually climbed into bed too.

She heard a groan, making her remember Stiles is here with probably a hangover. She sits up, “Stiles you okay?” She asked softly, Stiles shook his head and then randomly hurried to the bathroom to throw up. Y/n followed him, seeing that he’s kneeled down in front of the toilet, clutching on the side of the seat.

She kneeled down to rub his back softly, after he finished throwing up, he wiped his mouth and then he flushed the toilet. He put the seat down and laid down for a second, Y/n kissed him on the forehead, she then sat next to him. Stiles peaked at his girlfriend, she gave him a reassuring smile.

“Need help getting up?” She asked softly, her boyfriend nodded in response, she got up first and then pulled him up. Stiles washed his hands, before gently grabbing his girlfriend's hand and heading towards her bed. Stiles laid down first while Y/n got the pill and water she got last night, she handed it to him, making him sit up and take the pill and swallowing it with ease.

Stiles drank more of the water before handing it back to her and laying back down. Y/n laid next to him, “Do you have a migraine?” She asked softly, he nodded again. She got closer to him and wrapped her arms over his head and massaged his scalp. Stiles hummed in pleasure, he laid on his girlfriend's arm, but leaned in closer so his face was on her chest.

“Best girlfriend ever.” He mumbled, and kissed her neck. Y/n smiled softly and kissed his forehead. Stiles put his arm on her waist, “You said your girlfriend was someone named Fishy and then you started laughing because you lied. I asked you if you ever lied and you said no but only to strangers. You didn’t let me touch you at all cause you had a girlfriend.“

Y/n explained last nights events softly, Stiles chuckled softly, “Fishy.” He repeated. “I asked you where Fishy lived and you said you didn’t know so I asked you if you lost her. You told me to call your dad cause he was the sheriff.” Y/n giggled at the last part.

Y/n still continued to massage his scalp, “Did I mention that I love you?” He asked, Y/n stopped massaging his scalp a second and Stiles stiffened. “You did.” She said softly. “Good.” Y/n smiled, “I love you.” She said it back. “I would kiss you but I have vom-“ he started explaining, but was interrupted by lips on his.

He pulled apart, “I have, vomit breath!” He exclaimed. “I don’t care.” Y/n told him, she kissed him again, this time Stiles let her.

[msginnymalfoy]

Uncle Scotty & Uncle Stiles 🥺

[realityescapee01]

The chimera howling at the moon.

Steo | Stiles x Theo

"Hey, Theo."

"Hey, Stiles."

"Where are you? What are you doing?"

"Around. Just staring at the moon." Theo said. Sitting on a tree branch.

"Oh. Can you come over real quick, I need to ask you something."

Stiles flipped over pages of the bestiary they found in the Dread Doctors lair.

"Alright. I'll be there."

The times of the Chimera pack vs McCall pack is over. They are working together now. Their members became good friends. Like Corey and Mason. Some a little more than good friends.

Theo wanted to try to pursue Stiles. But he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed after all he's done. So the only thing he does right now is pining over Stiles.

Watch Stiles from a distance.

"Thanks, Theo. You memorized everything the Dread Doctors did." Stiles said, closing the bestiary.

"Anything for you, Stiles."

Stiles started writing on his whiteboard. Theo just watched him for a minute then bid goodbye.

Theo spent his days watching over Stiles. And Stiles chatting him or calling him for help and questions. Some unplanned game nights over at Stiles. Or unplanned movie nights.

Unplanned because neither Theo nor Stiles initiated or meant those to happen. They just happen. Out of simple challenge: I bet I could beat you in this game. Or discovering the other hasn't seen a certain movie.

Stiles started to feel comfortable around Theo. He admits the only reason he kept Theo near is to guard if there would be any treachery from the chimera again.

But hanging out a lot and getting to know Theo made his suspicions go away. And because Scott has Kira back, he spends most of his time with Theo.

Trusting Theo more and more as the days go by.

"Why don't you try, Theo? I think you have a chance with Stiles." Corey said.

"What makes you think I have a chance, Cor?" Theo asked as he put his hoodie over his shirt, today is a pretty cold day.

"Well, for one, you two are spending so much time with each other. You became real close too."

"That doesn't mean he likes me too." Theo and Corey jogged together. It was raining a little bit. Making the weather colder than usual.

Both of them bursts through the double doors.

"Oh good you're here now, Theo! Hello there, Corey." Stiles made his way in between the two chimeras. "It's cold today, huh?"

"Yeah." Corey answered.

"Yeah, right? So uhm, Theo, can I borrow your hoodie?"

Corey glanced at Theo, with wide eyes and a goofy grin.

"Uh, yeah. Sure." Theo started taking his hoodie off, the motion made his shirt underneath ride up a little bit. Showing a bit of his abs and v-line. "Here."

"Thanks a lot!" Stiles putting it on. "I'll give it back later." Then Stiles was off.

"I told you! Stiles could've borrowed anyone else's, like Liam's or Scott's, but he borrowed yours! And he's waited for you. By the doors." Corey excitedly shaking Theo's hands.

"Corey."

"And and and! I saw him looking at your abs when you were taking the hoodie off." Corey said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Theo just shook him off. But the idea was creeping in to his mind. Maybe, just maybe, Stiles is attracted to him.

Stiles sat in class, next to Lydia.

"Is that-" Lydia noticed.

"Theo's hoodie. Yeah." Stiles said even before Lydia could finish asking.

"Stiles... why are you in Theo's hoodie?"

"I borrowed it. I was cold."

"Why Theo's? Why not Liam's? Or Scott's"

"W-Well, we were pretty close lately and... Scott isn't exactly available right now. And Liam's nowhere."

Lydia turned her head away, but still looking at Stiles.

"Stop that! That look. That suspicious look!"

"Stiles... are you... scenting yourself with Theo's scent?"

"Brrr, what?!? Scenting myself?!? No!"

"Are you scenting Theo? You're hugging that hoodie too close and rubbing your palms on it too much. Force transferring your scent there so when Theo wears it, he'd smell like you?"

"Am not!"

Later that day, at school's end, Stiles went home with Theo to get a jacket. He returned Theo's hoodie once he is in his red jacket. Then they headed to the preserve to get another rumored nogitsune roaming by the lake.

"Stiles, I think you should just sit this one out." Theo wanted Stiles to just stay home.

"No, I'm good. I'd be more calm if I see it get caught. Come on!" Stiles tapped his back hand on Theo's chest.

When they arrived on the scene, Deaton was already getting ready to subdue the fox spirit. Everything was going well until it noticed Stiles.

"I sense a kin was in you." It stared intensely at Stiles.

Stiles stopped breathing for a while and froze up. His body stiffened as the memories of his ordeal with his nogitsune came back.

Stiles reached out to Theo's back, gripping at the hem of the chimera's hoodie.

The moment Theo noticed, his protective instinct kicked into high gear. Without taking his eyes off the nogitsune, he reached back to Stiles, guiding the human behind him to get closer on his back. Theo snarled, bared his fangs and eyes at the fox.

Stiles in turn, held tighter on Theo's hoodie as he hid behind Theo.

Then he was breathing again. Thankfully, Deaton was able to put the fox spirit in a vessel. Everyone was able to breathe easy after that.

"That was such a relief." Scott said to Stiles.

"Y-Yeah."

Scott just stared at Stiles. Who was still holding onto Theo's hoodie. And so does the other pack members. A few more seconds of staring, Stiles noticed.

"W-What?"

Scott smiled, and as subtle as he can, pointed at Stiles's hand.

Stiles looked down and realized. "Oh! Uhm..." Stiles let go of the hem of Theo's hoodie. "Well, uhm, the show's over. Everybody get going!"

Stiles kept pointing at the way out of the preserve. Willing everyone to leave. Him and Theo walked after the rest.

"Stiles..." Theo called out to him.

"Yeah?" Stiles tried to act cool.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am now. Thanks. Yeah, see you tomorrow. Bye." Stiles hastened to get into his jeep and drive out of there.

Theo just watched Stiles drive off. Corey clang to him by his shoulder.

"Go for it, Theo!" Corey winked at him.

Theo just shrugged him off. But really, he was confused as to why Stiles reached out to him and not to Scott, who was also beside Stiles, on the right side. Theo started to consider. That maybe, he does have a chance. After everything.

As Stiles reached his home, he kept thinking about why. What happened. For hours. Until he had a feeling of wanting to see Theo again.

So he called the chimera up.

"Hey, Theo."

"Hey, Stiles."

"I just... thanks for that, a while ago."

"Don't worry about it."

"So, where are you? What are you doing?"

"Watching the moon."

"You always watch the moon, Theo. What is this, the wolf howling at the moon?" Stiles teased.

Theo chuckled on the other line. "Yeah, I always watch the moon. I'm in love with the moon. I wonder if I can touch it."

"You're smart enough to know you can't touch it from here. The moon landing is not even sure. Some say it's fake. But really, where are you and what are you doing?" Stiles spoke louder on the phone.

"... Look outside your window."

Stiles raised an eyebrow but he still did as he was told. He walked over to his window and saw Theo on the tree across the street.

"What are you doing there, Theo?"

"I told you. I'm watching the moon."

Stiles looked up and saw that the moon is not visible tonight. It's cloudy. "Theo, the moon is not out."

"I'm staring at it now. Kind of howling at it too. Over the phone." Theo said, looking straight at him.

"... Oh." Stiles finally figured it out. "Oh!" Stiles blushed.

"Yeah. The moon has a little red tint at the moment."

"Uhm, Theo... you..."

Theo drops the call and went over. Slipping into Stiles's room through the window. Standing right in front of Stiles. A little too close.

"Can I..." Theo reached for Stiles's hands. "... kiss the moon?"

"... I-I guess so." Stiles said, eyes darting between Theo's eyes and lips.

Theo leans in and kisses Stiles. On the cheeks. Then on the corner of the mouth. And finally, on the lips.

It was soft, sweet, and gentle. Until it wasn't.

It became firmer and deeper. Hungrier even. As Theo slid his tongue in. Turning it into a full on makeout session.

"Can I make love to the moon?" Theo asked, in between breaths.

Stiles was holding onto Theo. Arms hugging the chimera. He was panting and catching his breath. Their bodies were flushed against each other. He was so hard right now. And so is Theo. He could feel 'them' touching.

"Theo... fuck!" Stiles leaned in to continue the kissing. He couldn't get enough. "Yeah. Make love to the moon."

Theo smiled at Stiles, hoisted him up and carried him to the bed.

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ceilings | stiles stilinski x fem!reader

PART ONE | part two

summary: in an attempt to bring stiles back from the ghost riders, lydia, scott and malia try to help y/n to search her memories and remember him completely.

warnings: set during 6a, kissing, possibly swearing? idk how i feel about this tbh

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ceilings, plaster

“okay, y/n. imagine you’re in your bedroom.” lydia’s voice calmly echoed through the room. “visualize yourself in your bedroom.”

you looked around. your bed, your shelves, your desk, it was your bedroom.

“can you see it?” lydia asked and you nodded. “okay, good. can you see your shelf? the one with all your movies?”

you took a few steps over to the bookshelf, dvds filling each individual shelf and only a few books lay around.

“yes.”

“y/n, imagine each dvd is a memory of stiles. every movie is a different memory.” lydia spoke. “you need to find the correct memory. the one that’ll bring him back.”

you pulled the first dvd off the shelf and opened it, putting the disk into your player.

can’t you just make it move faster?

“what the hell?” you wiped your cheek with your hand as the boy in front of you laughed. “what the hell was that?”

he shrugged, still laughing.

you were in your kitchen with stiles, the afternoon sun spilling through the window as you went through the cupboards.

“seriously, babe, what was that?”

“it was just water.” he chuckled, dipping his fingers into the glass beside him and flicking it at you. “don’t need to worry.”

“you’re such a dick.” you rolled your eyes, fighting the smile that grew on your face as he slowly made his way over to you.

“you love me.”

“mhm.”

“go on. say it.” stiles whispered into your ear, his arms wrapping around your body from behind and his chin resting on your shoulder. “you know it’s true.”

“fine.” you spun around so you were still facing him in your arms. “i love you, stilinski.”

he smiled and leaned in, pecking your lips.

“i love you, too.”

lovely to be sitting here with you

“can you see him? can you remember him?” lydia asked.

“it was just water.” you mumbled. scott and malia exchanged a confused look behind lydia’s back.

“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory. keep looking.”

you’re kinda cute, but it’s

you ran your hand along the different dvds before stopping on one.

you pulled it out and glanced at the cover. it was blank.

they were all blank, so you knew it would be a hard search to find the right memory.

“find a stronger memory, y/n.” lydia’s voice guided you and you placed the new disk into the dvd player.

raining harder

“you guys won!” you cheered, grabbing both of stiles’ hands in yours.

you were standing on the lacrosse field at the high school, and he was wearing a beacon hills jersey.

he was number 24.

it must’ve been winter, or just cold, because it was raining.

the grass was all soaking wet, and water dripped down your face and near your eyes as you looked up at him with the biggest smile.

my shoes are now full of water

“did i look super hot out on the field?” he joked. you knew he had only been out there for a few minutes.

“totally.” you pulled him by his shoulders and kissed him on the lips, drops of water falling off his hair.

“i did better than scott, right?” stiles asked after you pulled apart and you laughed.

“well…”

the boy made a face at you and you scoffed.

“okay, well, he’s team captain for a reason.”

“it’s fine, i know i was better than him.”

“you keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

lovely to be rained on with you

“did you find a good one, y/n? something strong?” lydia asked and you shook your head.

“keep searching, y/n.” scott’s voice was just as soft as lydia’s, but she quickly shushed him.

“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory.”

it’s kinda cute, but it’s

you looked through the dvds and picked one out at random.

it wasn’t like you could pick and choose when they were all blank.

you thought, ‘better than nothing.’ and put it in the player.

so short

“again?”

“come on. please?” stiles made a sad face as he held out the star wars dvd to you. “we haven’t watched it in like… a month.”

“we just watched a star wars movie like a week ago.”

“yeah, but that was a new hope, so now we have to watch empire.”

“okay, fine, but my mom wants me home right after.”

“yes! also, don’t worry about that. i’ll drive you.” he smiled brightly as he put the disc into the dvd player in his living room then dropped onto the couch beside you. “you know, this is why you’re my favorite.”

“what?”

“scott would never watch this with me. especially not multiple times.”

“scott never watches movies with anyone. you should know this by now.” you bumped him with your elbow.

“i know, i know.” stiles slid his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek. “you’re still my favorite, though.”

then you’re driving me home

you sat in the passenger seat of stiles’ jeep, which sounded like it was going to fall apart as he drove it, later that night.

you glanced to your side, staring at his face.

you could tell a smile tugged on his lips and he looked to you for a split second.

“what are you staring at, weirdo?” he asked and you looked out the window again.

“nothing.”

“liar. you were looking at me.” he teased. “cause you think i’m so hot.”

“is that a crime?”

“oh, definitely not. you can look at me all you want.”

there was silence between you two for a moment as he pulled into your driveway. you sighed.

he looked at you this time.

“do i have to leave?”

he chuckled and gave you a kiss. “i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

“see you tomorrow…”

and i don’t want to leave

“keep pushing, y/n.” lydia motivated. “search deeper. you can find the one you need.”

“do i have to leave?” you muttered the words. “see you tomorrow…”

lydia sighed. “y/n, try searching deeper. you’ve got this.”

there was a growing stack of dvds being dumped on your bed after going through its memory.

you picked out another one.

but i have to go

“come on. you don’t need to go in there.” you pointed up at the building beside you inside the large gates. “you’re not crazy.”

“i don’t want to hurt anyone, y/n.” stiles spoke, sheriff stilinski standing beside him. “especially not you.”

“but eichen house?” you stared at him sadly. “stiles…”

he reached out his hand and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight. he kissed the top of your head.

“i love you, y/n.”

you sighed, your arms keeping him as close as possible. you didn’t want to let him go. “i love you too, stiles.”

you kiss me in your car

“come on, stiles. breathe.” you cupped the boy’s face in your hands. “try not to think about it. think about something else.”

“like what?” he panted, looking up at you with sad eyes and a broken expression.

you were both sat on the locker room floor, he was having a panic attack.

“happy things. friends, family-” you stopped yourself after he gave you a look. “okay, not family. try not to think about your dad. just breathe.”

“i…” he hyperventilated. you adjusted your hands on the sides of his face. his eyes met yours.

that was all you could see. his eyes.

“stiles, just breathe.” you could see there wasn’t really a difference in his actions. you leaned forward and attached your lips to his.

his eyes went wide, but he seemed to melt into the kiss.

you pulled apart and he stared into your eyes, his breathing slowed down, the panic attack over.

you grabbed his hand and he intertwined your fingers.

and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before

“i kissed him.” you spoke to lydia and the others, your eyes closed as you sat at the table in front of them. “he was having a panic attack. i kissed him.”

“holding your breath stops a panic attack.” lydia nodded, explaining to the others. “now, y/n, find something deeper. something more important to you. something more important to him.”

“to stiles.”

“exactly.”

the next dvd was higher up on the shelf, you grabbed it easily.

bedsheets, no clothes

you were lying beside stiles, running your finger along his bare chest.

he pulled you closer to him with a smile, pushing some of your hair away from your face.

“hey.” he whispered.

you smiled back. “hey.”

“that was something.”

“a good something or a bad something?” you asked, still whispering.

“definitely a good something.” he rubbed his hand up your arm. “probably the best something. i don’t know if there’s been a better something—”

“alright, i get it.” you chuckled softly.

there was no need for the whispering, it was the evening and no one else was home, but you still did.

his hand ran along the side of your face. “you’re so beautiful.”

there was no way you could’ve fought off the smile on your face as your cheeks warmed.

touch me like nobody else does

“definitely a good something.” you recalled. “he said it was definitely a good something.”

“what was?”

you went quiet again, searching through the different dvds.

some memories were shorter than others, just conversations or things like that.

“find something, y/n. good or bad.”

lovely to just lay here with you

you picked out another dvd. it was blank like all of the others, but it seemed different.

you took it off the shelf because it seemed to be staring right at you, practically calling your name.

you played that one.

the memory didn’t give you a feeling that it would bring him back, but it felt like something you needed to see.

you’re kinda cute, and i would say all of this

“come on, stiles.” you whispered. “you can talk to me.”

he was ignoring you. and you had no clue why.

he sighed and your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

it was late at night and you were both lying in his bed, him with his back to you.

“can you just… drop it?” he mumbled. “i’m not in the mood.”

“what happened, stiles?”

“nothing, just go to sleep.” he adjusted himself in the bed slightly, but didn’t face you.

“stiles…”

but i don’t wanna ruin the moment

time seemed to skip and he was sitting up, facing you.

“what? do you not trust me or something?” you asked.

“no, that’s not it—” he cut himself off. “i just don’t want to talk about it.”

“stiles, i get that, but i want to know what’s going on with you.” you put your hand on his shoulder and he, quite obviously, winced. “what’s up with your shoul—”

“nothing, y/n. just leave it.” he winced again and pushed your hand off. “i don’t need your help.”

“seriously?” you scoffed as he turned his back to you again. “you know what? whatever.”

you pushed the covers of his bed off and stood up, slipping your shoes on.

“where are you going?” stiles asked, sitting up again.

“home.” you answered. “you obviously need space, so i’m respecting that. i’m not gonna push it anymore.”

“wait, babe,” he started getting out of his bed. “i don’t want you to go.”

“i’m still going, stiles.” you picked up your backpack. “we can talk tomorrow.”

“it’s late.”

“i’m aware. my car’s outside, remember?”

“please stay.”

“i’ll see you tomorrow, or whenever you’re ready to talk about whatever the hell’s going on with you right now.”

lovely to sit in between comfort and chaos

standing in your bedroom, staring at the tv as you left stiles’ bedroom, you remembered the fact that you didn’t talk the next day.

stiles just never said anything about it to you.

not until after everything with theo was practically over.

basically everyone else knew about it, but you.

he didn’t think you would understand, which was probably the most upsetting part for you because you did.

you understood it was self defence. you understood he did it because if he didn’t he would’ve died.

but it’s over

“y/n? are you okay?” scott asked, ignoring lydia as she shushed him.

you nodded. being hypnotised was weird.

lydia had taken notice of your saddened expression too.

“find a different memory, y/n. i know you can do this.”

then you’re driving me home

the next memory you found was not long after theo was literally sent to hell.

you were with stiles in his jeep. he was driving you home again. except this time going home from scott’s house.

the car was silent, but not in the usual comfortable way. neither of you had really spoken to the other since that night, only really for pack stuff.

you were terrified that he thought the two of you had broken up, and he was scared of the exact same thing.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you that night.” stiles spoke up. “i should’ve said something.”

“no, i get why you didn’t. i was being pushy and you didn’t want to—”

“i did want to tell you.” he sighed. “i was so scared, y/n. i thought there was a chance that you wouldn’t understand or something and i’d lose you.”

he looked right at you.

“i mean, scott didn’t.”

“that was theo’s fault.” you told him. “scott didn’t know the full story. you know he knows the truth now.”

“mm.” he seemed to agree, but you could tell something was still off by his body language.

you took the hand he didn’t have on the wheel into yours.

and it kinda comes out as i get up to go

“you know, i still love you, right?” you told him after he stopped and he looked over at you.

“wha— oh, yeah. yeah, i know.” he nodded, avoiding your eyes, looking outside the car.

“do you know?”

he didn’t answer for a moment, then shrugged.

“i do, stiles.” you kissed his cheek. “i love you, and that never changed.”

“never?”

“not for one moment.”

he smiled, then laughed softly, then leaned forward and kissed you on the lips.

“i love you too.”

you kiss me in your car

“it never changed.” you sniffled slightly. “i still loved him after everything. he was so scared i wouldn’t, but it never changed.”

“after what, y/n?” lydia asked, hoping more elaboration would help them bring back stiles.

“after donovan.”

scott knew what you were talking about, that was something he had remembered when he thought about stiles.

“after i knew, i still loved him, and he still loved me.”

and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before

then you picked up one more dvd. you just stared at its blank cover and seemed to know what it was.

putting the disk in, you watched as you ran with stiles to his jeep in the school parking lot.

this was the last memory you had of stiles. the last time you had really seen him.

but it’s not real

“y/n, babe, listen. you’re going to forget me.” stiles’ voice seemed to echo around you as you recalled the night.

“no, i won’t. stiles, i won’t.”

“you will.” he cupped your cheeks and made you look him in the eyes. “you will.”

you shook your head as tears threatened to spill. “i won’t.”

“it’s okay, just find some way to remember me. any way.”

“stiles…”

and you don’t exist

“i was the last person to see him.” you spoke to your friends. “i was there when they took him. i saw it happen.”

that night was so long ago, but all the details were rushing back to you now.

you were starting to remember it all.

not just that night, but everything about stiles.

and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed

“i know you’ll find some way to remember me.” he squeezed your hand. “ do you remember the first time we danced at the winter formal? you were the first girl i ever danced with.”

you had gone together as friends, despite everyone knowing you had crushes on each other.

“remember how we started dating that summer.”

“the summer before junior year.” you nodded.

“yeah.” he stroked your cheek, wiping away a tear. “that was the best summer of my life.”

you chuckled. “mine too.”

“remember all those sleepovers we’ve had. remember when we’ve fought. remember every time we’ve kissed, or…” he paused and just stared you in the eyes.

the interior of the car was silent, but the wind blew violently outside.

“just remember i love you, okay?” he kissed your hand. “please just remember that. i need you to.”

then he was pulled from the car. the wind stopped and he was gone.

it hits me in the car

you sat there, curled into a ball in the passenger seat, sobbing.

you muttered over and over. “i remember. just remember. i promise.”

you hated the silence, and you hated that he was gone. you didn’t even notice that he had started to slip from your mind.

not until you walked into school the next day, anxiety overwhelming you as your brain tried to remember why it felt like you were forgetting something.

why it felt like a whole piece of you was missing.

just then, remembering what it was like when he was taken, every single memory of yours that included stiles came rushing back.

memories from when you were friends as kids, up until high school. memories from after scott was bitten, back when stiles had his buzzcut.

memories from when he was possessed by the nogitsune. memories from all the times both of you had almost died.

memories of the two of you before and after you started dating. memories with scott and the pack, memories with his dad, memories alone.

all of it.

and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before

you opened your eyes and looked around. you weren’t in your bedroom anymore, you were back in argent’s underground bunker with lydia, scott and malia.

“y/n.”

lydia had tried to get your attention, but stiles’ voice played over and over in your mind.

you could see bright lights coming from outside the room, and you rushed out. the three of your friends who were still there ran after you.

you stopped in the corridor, the lights so bright you couldn’t see anything.

then you could see him.

not his face, or any defining qualities at all, but you knew it was him.

he was more like a silhouette, but you could recognize stiles stilinski anywhere.

“stiles.” you breathed out, a smile breaking out onto your face.

you were finally going to have him back. after months of the awful anxiety and feeling that something was missing.

he was like the last piece of your puzzle, and you were going to be complete.

then the light faded.

before

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Author spotlight of the week: @aurevell! They have heaps of fics to choose from!

Under 10k:

Returning the Favor | T | 5k tags: established relationship, same age Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski, fluff, Stiles doesn't know about werewolves Summary: Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

When Derek peers down into the dark, he finds the worst thing imaginable: his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar. "What are you doing here?" Derek hisses.

Burial Rituals | G | 4k tags: necromancer Stiles, cursed Derek, meet-cute Summary: The necromancer freezes halfway over the fence, stuttering to a halt the second Derek flashes his red eyes. It’s an awkward pose to hold: leg hiked up over the waist-high bars, hands gripping the rail for balance. The fence’s wrought-iron spears dig into his calf a bit as he settles, clearly caught off guard.

“Uh,” he says lamely, his face pale in the scant moonlight. “Shit.”

Derek guards an abandoned cemetery. Stiles is the necromancer trying to break in.

Sugar in my Coffee | G | 3k tags: no werewolves, established relationship, domestic fluff Summary: Derek’s not a morning person. Stiles would live on sugar if he could.

Lessons in Catiquette | T | 3k tags: creature Stiles, slice of life, pack bonding Summary: The pack’s resident werecat is kind of a mystery to Derek. Luckily, Stiles offers one-on-one tutoring.

It May Simply Lie in Wait | G | 5k tags: getting together, declarations of love, magical Stiles Summary: “This place is haunted as hell,” one boy says under his breath.

The house remembers itself, letting out a subtle upstairs creak to let them know what they’re in for. They enter anyway, inspecting its shamefully crumbled furnishings, running fingers over its tattered walls, crouching to peer at the ceiling tiles fallen on its floor, and the house—

The house does not chase them away.

Years after the fire, Derek and Stiles return to the Hale House. It isn’t sure how it feels about this.

Stories Over 10k:

The Only Thing Left | T | 13k tags: angst, no werewolves, creature Derek Summary: “You don’t need air,” Stiles echoes. “You swim. That doesn’t tell me much. What are you?”

Derek stares. He slowly lifts his shoulders and drops them back into the water.

Or, Stiles meets a stranger at the spring outside of town.

Where we Both Could Live | M | 16k tags: shy Derek, meet cute, friends to lovers Summary: Derek’s having a hard time falling asleep in his noisy new apartment.

His next-door neighbor, who always seems to be talking or singing, is surprisingly helpful with that problem.

The Third Sacrifice | T | 21k tags: magical Stiles, dark fairy tale elements, human sacrifice Summary: Stiles can see the writing on the wall. Everyone knows the Stilinskis are cursed, or magic, or both. He knows he’ll be picked as the third sacrifice—the one that dies for the sake of the harvest. But he doesn’t intend to let some ancient god rip his heart out, not if magic can help it.

If only Derek, his estranged best friend, would stop hounding him about his plans to escape.

A Badge for Everything | T | 11k tags: good alpha Derek, BAMF Stiles, boy scout Stiles, getting together Summary: Stiles Stilinski is the only loser left in a pack full of wolves who’d do anything to leave their loser days behind.

(Everything’s the same, but Stiles is a boy scout. That’s it. That’s the story.)

The Beginner's Guide to Everyday Magic | T | 29k | 8 chapters tags: magical Stiles, Stiles is pushed out of the pack, fluff, angst, Studio Ghibli vibes Summary: When the latest threat sweeps into Beacon Hills, Derek decides that the very-much-human Stiles needs to be severed from the pack for his own safety. But when the ritual goes unexpectedly wrong, Stiles finds himself alone—and unable to reach out for help when he needs it most.

Cue a retreat to his mom’s old house, where he finds that magic is more real than he ever could have imagined.

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24 Crayons || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: A boy met a girl in the midst of innocence, and formed a friendship that would last the ages. Words: 1.1k Warnings: omg just cuteness to the max Notes: written in third person, remaining chapters set in first person!

part one of TWENTY FOUR - a stiles stilinski series (masterlist)

Innocence was the simplicity of a sunny day; the way the light warmed skin and caught reflections in a twinkling gleam. It was the gentle hum of a small Californian town, filled with buzzing townsfolk in suburban settings and singing birds that found sanctuary in the surrounding wilderness. It was the floral scent of garden-lined sidewalks that was encapsulated within a plethora of beautiful flowers. But most of all, on this very particular day, innocence was the budding friendship between two children on their first day of kindergarten. Brown, doe-like eyes, peered upward as lips jutted out in a pout. They belonged to a young boy as nerves overtook his small body, worried about being alone and away from his parents. His hands were small as they gripped onto the pant legs of his father before cementing his little feet to the pavement below. He was refusing to move; head shaking, frown quivering, cheek rubbing against khaki-coloured material. "Stiles, honey..." A tender voice cooed, a woman with dark brown hair and the sweetest of smiles now moving to crouch to his level. She was among the shining light of the sun, ethereal glows highlighting her frame before a hand with a loving touch cupped the young boy's face. "You'll have the best time, I promise. Once you make some friends, you will love it here." "B-but you and dad are my friends!"

The woman's gaze saddened as they flickered up toward her husband, a mutual conversation of silent expressions and empathy. With a tender pat to her shoulder, the woman stood, instead replaced by a man with kind eyes and a gold badge that glimmered in the light. Stiles' focus moved to the word 'Deputy' as his small finger dragged over the engraving on the golden metal, his sobs quietening only in the slightest.

"Do you want to see the special big boy present we got for your first day, bud?" The man spoke with a gentle tone before being met with a sniffle and hesitant head nod from his son. He was careful as he dug through the spiderman backpack in front of him, his facial features contorting with funny expressions to make Stiles laugh. The sound of happiness made the man sigh with contentment as he pulled out a yellow box - colours, one of every rainbow shade, were lined up perfectly and ready for a creative imagination.

"Crayons!" Any prior sense of despair had dissipated as the boy's eyes grew, childlike wonder and jovial sounds now becoming his persona in the way his parents had always known him. The box was grasped with delicate fingers before small arms were thrown behind the father's neck, holding him in a loving embrace.

The man smiled. All surroundings slowly faded as this family of three stood within their bubble of perfection - of love, and purity. Everything was right in the world, and nothing could stand in their way.

Stiles stood off to the side; his senses were on alert, nervousness working through his small frame as he overlooked the large classroom and the many bodies that took up its space. He was too shy to speak to anyone, and he felt as if the room began to close in on him the longer he isolated himself. He dreamed of being back in the arms of his father, to be looking up at his mother's graceful smile that made all the scary moments go away. Everybody seemed to have someone and Stiles had never felt so alone.

It wasn't until he looked across to the far side of the room - past the children playing with their toys, and his new teacher talking to other adults that he didn't know - that he spotted another that seemed as lonely as he did. She had her back turned to him, but he could tell that she was sad by the way her pencil moved slowly over the page in front of her.

Little feet padded with caution as Stiles made his way toward her, the box his father gave him clutched tightly to his chest as a reminder that he was a big boy now and that alone was enough to give him some courage.

He cleared his throat, voice quiet as he peered over her shoulder, "Can I sit with you?"

Her head shot up with surprise to hear another voice, body turning quickly to see a young boy with the biggest brown eyes she'd ever seen. She nodded eagerly, pushing the chair beside her out for him to drop beside her. Stiles felt relief, his smile wide with anticipation as he stuck his hand out - something his father taught him when saying hello to new people. The girl looked at him funny before she smiled too, her hand sliding against his easily.

"Hi, my name is Mieczyslaw!" He spoke quickly, the sound of his name amusing as it came from his young squeaky voice. It didn't make it any easier to understand with the tooth missing from his bottom row, either.

Her head tilted, lashes fluttering as she thought of what he said. The girl hummed, "Mich.. ca.. slor?"

Stiles laughed loudly, his grin growing wider, if even possible. The boy nodded, "Kinda, but it's okay, it's hard to say sometimes."

The girl giggled along with him, her body turning further in her seat until she was facing him front on. "That's a funny name!"

"It's my grampa's name.." He started, shuffling closer to the girl, "But you can call me Stiles! Erry'one calls me that."

"Okay, Stiles. That's a funny name too!" She followed his earlier sentiment as her small hand was thrown toward him, ready for another shake, "I'm Y/n."

He took it gladly, "I like that name, it's pretty. Y/n."

A red hue dusted her cheeks, a mix of excitement and happiness as she found someone to talk to. And he was someone that made her laugh, which she liked most of all.

Stiles wasn't afraid as he put his box of crayons on the table between them, a sense of pride filling him as he saw her eyes widen in amazement. He patted the top, "My dad and mom gave me these."

"Wow! And you got the big box too, with all the good colors!"

Stiles' smile never faltered, and he knew that he liked you straight away. You were going to be a good friend. "Yeah! I haven't opened 'em yet. Did you wanna color with me?!"

That was the beginning of an unbreakable friendship, the first chapter in the lives of you and Stiles Stilinski.

[wolfspurr]

Hey! Your writing is amazing!! Do you have any Sterek fic recs?

Thank you so much 💖! I have absolutely loads of recs - way more than I could possibly fit in one post - but here's a little selection of things that I've read or re-read recently for you. It's a mixture of genres, some are classics, others are newer, but I loved them all. In no particular order, here you go:

No Superman by WhoNatural - E, ~48k words

Scrubs AU. I've never seen Scrubs, but if this fic is anything to go by I probably should. This is one of those fics that I'll re-read every time I see it linked somewhere. If you're into medical dramas, this is a great one. A+

A Functioning Adult’s Field Guide to Enemies With Benefits by BisexualGoblin - E, ~31k words

A delicious case of enemies to lovers, with a boatload of misunderstandings and a hefty case of pining idiots. Love it.

The Importance of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down by Otter - M, ~31k words

I'm a sucker for fics where Stiles unwittingly ends up looking after a dog that is very much not a dog, but a Derek. This one is excellent.

Lock All The Doors Behind You by Entanglednow - M, ~25k words

There's just something about a fic where Derek is feral and Stiles is the only one he trusts to get near him. I think this is one of the very first Sterek fics I ever read, and it still hits just right.

A (Sort of) Fairytale by Briecheesie - M, ~25k words

Fox Stiles. It's a classic, and it's so good.

Introduction to Zero-Sum Anthropology by Apocryphal - T, ~19k words

Derek Hale deserves nice things. But he cannot simply accept them, so a war of gift-giving must be in order. So so cute.

this dance of days by Imprintofadream - M, ~28k words

We've got Firefighter Derek, we've got Deputy Stiles, we've got wildfires and a delicious bit of slow burn. These are all good things, and they add up to something pretty excellent. 10/10.

I'm Not Asking Questions, I'm Taking My Chances by Keldjinfae - E, ~80k words

Let's get a bit of fantasy going here! Stiles is the prince of a kingdom where supernatural entities are banished, Derek is a werewolf with a mission to complete. It's not a Merlin AU, but if you're into Merlin I'm pretty sure you'll love this (and I am very much into Merlin, so obviously I loved it too). The plot had me hooked, and once I started reading I could not stop. 100% recommend.

DILF by Twentysomething - E, ~30k words

I'm not always the biggest one for kid fic, but this one is excellent. Stiles is a kindergarten teacher, Derek is a single parent to his two nephews. There's slow burn and a wolf sanctuary, and some impromptu howling. And Derek is, indeed, a DILF.

The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob - M, ~47k words

High school AU. It's summer, Stiles is a jock with a broken arm and a crush, Derek is the werewolf who gets roped into mowing his lawn. All. Good. Things.

Where the Real Beasts Are by Kaistrex - E, ~109k words

Do I love Stiles as a prince? Yes. Yes I do. Long and plotty and excellent. There are evil Argents, there are direwolves, there's some wonderful slow burn. All things that we love.

Bogarted by HalfFizzbin - M, ~3k words

Hilarious. Just A+. Derek is hit by a film noir curse, and it's just as perfect as you would imagine.

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll - E, ~77k words

It's a classic, and I can't not rec it. Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they're held captive together. Read it. If you've already read it, heck, why not read it again?! I certainly will.

Wild Horses by ThePsychicClam - E, ~79k words

Ranch AU. Derek is a drifter that ends up at the Stilinski's failing ranch. I love this one. It has all the wonderful slow-burn UST goodness that I love, plus horses! 10/10 would recommend.

Can I rec my own fic? It feels kind of self-aggrandising, but I'm proud of it and I'm not above giving myself a little promo. I'll call it a bonus item and just leave it at the bottom here:

Way Down We Go by Wolfspurr - E, ~50k words

I wrote it! If you like stuff set around S3B, post-Nogitsune healing, and slow burn roadtrip fic, I hope you'll give this one a chance 💖

[buckybarnesss]

Imagine being Stiles. You're on friendly terms with a guy who is so hot, he looks like a model. You know the guy wears super tight pants and shirts. You've seen him shirtless, writhing around on the ground, and you licked your lips while watching it.

A really cute girl asks you if you like boys, in this dude's apartment, like 12 feet away from his bed. Where you know he's had sex.

The fact that Stiles is even mentally functioning after being in this situation is a true testament to his strength, because I'd need to take a fucking personal day to unpack some feelings.

stiles stilinski at all times about everything but especially about derek hale

[dylobilysmomg]

Love Is Easy

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: <𝟭𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗢𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁: 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗼 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗘𝗱 𝗦𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻

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𝗔/𝗡: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 @miguelschamp ! 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛!

“Are you nervous?” You ask Stiles, noticing that he’s fidgeting a little more than usual. You’re both currently sitting in the back of his jeep at the Beacon Hills Preserve. This is your favorite date spot, and so is his. It’s the night before the first day of junior year, and Stiles wanted to get out of the house. You two sit and admire the town lights among the stars.

“About school? Nah, nope! I’m ready to start homework right now.” He shakes himself out of his thoughts, and you know him all too well to know there’s something on his mind, and it’s definitely not homework.

“Stiles, what’s up? I mean, I know random dates aren’t exactly out of the ordinary with you, but I get the feeling that there’s something else you dragged me out here for.”

“You know me so well, you see right through me.” He sighs smiling.

“So what’s up?” You ask him.

Stiles takes a deep breath, and it’s then that your heart drops into you stomach. You get the hint that whatever he’s wanting to say is serious, and your mind scatters to the worst.

“Y/N, we’re about to start our junior year together.”

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺…𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

“Which is supposed to be the most difficult school year, and not to mention whatever the supernatural will throw at us this year.”

“Okay.” You reply. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵?

Stiles takes another deep breath, grabbing your hands to hold in his. “What I’m saying is, there’s going to be a lot of hardships ahead. But there’s one thing in my life that isn’t hard or difficult.”

𝘖𝘩.

“Being with you, Y/N…Being with you is easy. Loving you is easy.” Your eyes begin to well up at his words.

“Stiles-“

“Nope! Don’t interrupt me! I’ve got this all memorized and I don’t wanna lose my place!” He stops me, and you laugh.

“Loving you is easy, Y/N/N, and I want it to stay that way. I want you every day. I want you with me all the time.” That’s when you can no longer look him in the eyes and you begin to sob.

“Awe don’t cry! Y/N please don’t cry I’m not even proposing, yet!” He laughs, and you look up at him with wide eyes.

“Wait, no! I’m not going to propose right now, I meant—I—I mean I’m not proposing yet as in I will in the near future. Well—no not—not 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 as in in a minute. I mean near as in—“

“Stiles, please continue.” You laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder briefly.

He smiles, “Okay, you know what I’m just gonna get to it now.” He says, skipping his monologue and digging into his pocket to pull out a little jewelry box.

“Loving you is easy, you make my life easy Y/N. And I know that you don’t really like gifts and this in no way represents all that you mean to me, because you mean a lot more to me than a ring. But, I just wanted to get you something special.” He babbles, handing you the little jewelry box.

You open it up to see a ring, with a little gray rock in the center. “𝘖𝘩, 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴.”

“It’s a promise ring, you know, something special until I can replace it.” He says, taking the ring from your hands to slide it onto your ring finger.

You hold it up for you both to admire, tears still staining you cheeks.

“It’s a rock from the playground where we met.” He adds, “You know, something with actual meaning. I didn’t want to just buy some random ring, just felt tacky.” He says, and you’re in complete awe of his attention to detail.

You let out a little laugh, though your eyes still hold tears. “Is this why my mom asked me for my ring size a month ago?” You asked, dumbfounded.

Stiles chuckles, “Yeah, yeah I had her help me.”

“Stiles,” You sob, looking into his auburn eyes as they glisten in the starlight. Stiles doesn’t let you finish, instead pulling you to his chest for a tight hug. He wraps his strong arms around your waist, and you wrap yours around his. You sob into his chest.

“Jeez I knew you’d cry, but I didn’t think you were this much of a cry baby.” He cracks a joke into the crook of your neck, laughing. You giggle, holding him tighter.

“I love you so much, Stiles.”

“I love you. A lot, actually.”

“Loving you is easy too.”

𝟏/𝟐𝟐/𝟐𝟒

[uselessgirl87]

Home Is Where the Spark Is  31: My Pack, My Family, My Home by Just Jim and Useless-girl

Note: This is the 31st part of the “Home Is Where the Spark Is” series. To understand better what’s going on, we recommend reading the previous entries. Enjoy!

Note 2: If you like our series and want more aside from the main storyline, make sure to read our one-shots connected to this universe HERE! (After all, we needed a place where the extra smut, cuteness or emotions could go, which we couldn’t cram into our main story parts!) You’re welcome! :D

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Sterek

Characters/relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Jake Hale (OC)/Jasmine Doyle (OC), Peter Hale/Fiona Lynch (OC), Sheriff Stilinski, original Hale children, Jordan Parrish, Alan Deaton, Dr. Geyer, Melissa McCall, original male characters, original fae characters

Rating/category: supernatural, post-Teen Wolf, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, Sterek, aged up characters, Spark Stiles, Darach Stiles, Magic Stiles, Emissary Stiles, detective Stiles, matured Stiles, BAMF Stiles, tattooed Stiles, pierced Stiles, switch Stiles, Alpha Derek, switch Derek, epic romance, love, magic, soulmates, Mate bond, Emissary bond, werewolves, emotions, wit, sarcasm, mpreg, pack bonding, domestic life, established relationship, family time, labour, childbirth, twins, smut, gay sex, lingerie

Summary: It’s finally time for the twins to arrive, but of course – like always when it comes to the mates – it’s kinda unconventional how it goes down…

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures or edits and fictional characters used in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.

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Illustration by Useless-girl To read the story on AO3, please, click HERE!

[rubylize]

Silent Footsteps

Summary: you’re trying your best to be quiet while Stiles is taking a nap.

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Word Count: 598

Warnings: none

I was on my way to Stiles’ house since we agreed we’d study. I walked there since we live really close to each other, while walking there I smiled at the thought that Stiles drives to my house. He’s so lazy, but so adorable. The wind felt nice against my face, the sun was out and I could feel the sunlight hit me.

I could see Stiles’ jeep coming into view and I got closer and closer to his house. I made it up to his porch and pulled out the key from my pocket.

Stiles and I have been friends for years now, since we were kids. I was there when his mom passed away and eventually he gave me a key. He told me that if I ever need anything I could just come in and it's convenient since we’ve been together for a year.

I walked into his house and made my way upstairs. The house seemed quiet and I knew Stiles was home hence the jeep out in the driveway. I made it to his bedroom door and pushed it open to see him on his bed napping. “Shit,” I whispered. I stepped into his room a little more and tried making slight sounds, I then closed the door. I carefully walked to his desk and quietly set my things down, when I sat the chair squeaked making me cringe. I took a peek at Stiles, to see that he was still sleeping soundly I let out a breath of relief.

I continued to look at him, seeing that he slept so comfortably. He was so cute, I could see that the sun hit his face. I got up and reached his curtain, my knee was slightly on the bed, I tried putting minimal pressure. While adjusting the curtain I felt something on my knee, I looked down and saw that one of his arms was hugging my leg. As I looked down I could see a slightly tired Stiles looking up at me. “I’m sorry babe..”

“For what?” He asked, while he adjusted his grip on my knee. “For waking you..” I could hear him slightly chuckle. “I’ve been awake..”

“What do you mean?” My voice came out stern. “Um never mind,” my eyes narrowed at him. “Okay.. I’ve been awake since you got here.”

“Wha- Stiles! We need to study.” I told him. “I thought you were napping!”

“I know. You were so cute trying to be quiet.” I rolled my eyes and I wanted to try walking away but he was still holding onto my knee. His arms seemed to grab my waist, pulling me towards him, I squirmed trying to get out but it was no use. I was now on top of him. “You’re so cute.” He knew he could make me flustered. I hate you. “You don’t hate me.” Did I say that out loud?

I could feel his hands on the back of my head, trying to pull me in. “You love me.” Fuck and I do. “You know you do,” he teased. “Nah.” He pulled me into a kiss, which I melted in. I knew his words would be “Doesn’t seem like it.” Since we’ve been down this road before. Stiles fucking Stilinski was honestly the death of me. His lips felt so good on mine that I wanted to stay here forever. Once we parted, “Doesn’t seem like it.” Fucking told you so, but I do love him and he knew that. “I love you Y/n,” he told me while giving me another kiss.

[evanesdust]

The Great New Year's Eve Stand-off of 2023

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Kiss me at midnight." @sterekweekly word: kiss @sterekmonthly word: new year @sterekbingo square: domestic @imagine-sterek's 24, the 2024 sterek event

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Unofficial Sequel, Established Relationship, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Fluff, Cute Kids

Summary:

As their kids built a fort and planned to stay up for New Year's Eve, Stiles and Derek bet on who would fall asleep first.

Stiles stood in the doorway, watching Derek clean up the mess from dinner. He noticed the way Derek's hands moved with efficient grace, wiping down the countertops and stacking the dishes neatly in the dishwasher. It was a simple task, yet there was something soothing about watching him work, finding a rhythm in the mundane. It was domestic, comforting, and a side of Derek that Stiles hadn't known he'd find so enthralling. Something about his big, bad alpha of a husband doing household chores just didn't fit the stereotype, and that contradiction only made Derek more appealing to Stiles. The room was filled with the clinking of dishes and the soft hum of the dishwasher as it started its cycle.

There was an intimacy in these quiet moments, a shared life that extended beyond the chaos of their daily lives with three rambunctious children. Werewolf children, no less.

"I can feel you staring at me," Derek said without turning around, a small smile playing on his lips. "Is there something you need, or are you just enjoying the view?"

Stiles chuckled, pushing off the doorframe to walk over and wrap his arms around Derek from behind. He rested his chin on Derek's shoulder, soaking in their closeness as he murmured,  "Can't it be both?" 

Derek let out a soft sigh as he leaned back into the embrace. "With you, it's always both." The warmth in his voice was enough to spark a flutter in Stiles's chest. "Is everything okay?"

"Do you think they'll actually stay up all night?" Stiles asked, his fingers playing with the hem of Derek's shirt.

The kids were building a fort in the living room, hopped up on sugar and excitement for counting down to the New Year. The sound of their laughter fluttered in from the other room like music, a symphony of high-pitched giggles and the occasional dramatic roar.

Derek chuckled, turning around to face him, a skeptical arch to his brow before brushing his lips against Stiles's temple. "Honestly, I'll give them until ten before they all crash, just like Christmas. There's only so much energy humanly possible, even with sugar as fuel."

Though ever since winter break started, the kids had proven themselves to be full of surprises, giving Stiles and Derek a run for their money with their seemingly boundless stamina.

"Well, they do have the advantage of being werewolves," Stiles pointed out, dancing his fingers across Derek's chest. "And you and I both know that means a whole different level of energy."

Derek laughed again, the sound warm and deep, echoing the love and joy that filled their home. "True. And I suppose they also have determination on their side."

Stiles chuckled, recalling all the hushed whispers and giggling conspiracies that had filled the house as the kids' plans to stay up late took shape. "Yeah, there's that."

"Still," Derek said, "I think our bets are safe. In the end, they're kids, and kids need sleep, werewolf or not."

And Stiles knew that after all the excitement wore off and the sugar rush faded, they'd succumb to sleep, tangled in a mess of blankets and pillows within their homemade fortress, dreaming of their next adventure.

Derek rubbed the small of Stiles's back, smiling softly at him—the kind of smile that made Stiles's heart flip in his chest. "We should get the camera ready, too. This will be one for the memory books."

"Definitely." Stiles grinned, imagining the sea of cushions and sheets taking over the living room. "It'll be the Great New Year's Eve Stand-off of 2023. I'll have to make sure the batteries are fully charged because I'm betting the aftermath will be even more entertaining than the build-up. They already have a pillow fort set up, too. So even if they don't stay up, I think they're planning to stage a sleep-in protest or something."

Derek's laughter rumbled through Stiles's body, a sound he found himself wanting to capture and keep for the quiet moments when the house would eventually be empty, and the chaos of pitter-pattering little werewolf feet had grown into the steady, calm strides of teenagers.

"Oh yeah? Pillows, blankets, the whole nine yards?" Derek asked, amusement lighting his eyes—probably picturing their children fortifying their New Year's Eve stronghold.

"It's pretty impressive, actually." Stiles's eyes lit up with a fondness that only their children's antics could invoke. "I can't wait to see who'll be the last one standing—or, well, awake." He glanced at the clock, noting the hands steadily creeping towards that hopeful midnight hour. "I'm putting my money on Caleb. He's got that stubborn streak."

Derek chuckled, nodding in agreement. "You might be right. But I wouldn't count Eli out. He snuck in a couple of naps today. The kid's got strategy on his side. And he stayed up the longest on Christmas Eve."

They shared a look, an unspoken agreement that they were in for quite the show. It was a fleeting moment of calm before the storm of laughter and playful shrieks returned, signaling that the kids were nowhere near ready to call it a night.

"They're going to see the ball drop if it's the last thing they do," Derek said with a grin. "Might as well make the most of it, help them build some memories."

Stiles nodded, his gaze softening at the thought of their children determined to usher in the new year with their eyes open and hearts full of joy.

"Yeah, these are the moments they'll remember." For Stiles and Derek, too, and Stiles wouldn't trade it for anything. "Maybe it'll be a new tradition—may the strongest eyelid win."

Derek laughed again, the sound warm and genuine. "I like that. Let's make it happen. But first, we have to survive the sugar high."

The two of them wandered back to the living room, ready to join the fray, to supervise, and to be present for every moment of joy the night would bring. After all, these were the moments that made everything worth it.

As the ball dropped, Stiles glanced down at the kids. They'd been asleep before the countdown had even started, their great stand-off ending anticlimactically in snores and quiet breaths about an hour ago. Each little werewolf curled up under a fortress of pillows, their faces peaceful in slumber—though, surprisingly, Clara had been the last holdout.

Stiles turned to Derek with a grin. "Looks like we were both wrong."

Derek shook his head, smiling as he reached for the camera on the side table, capturing the last few seconds of the old year with a click. With the kids sleeping, the silence of their home, save for the occasional pop and crackle of the fireplace, was a stark contrast to the boisterous noise from earlier in the evening.

"It's perfect," Stiles whispered, leaning into Derek. He smiled as the dim light of the television playing the New Year's Eve festivities cast a soft glow over them.

Derek placed the camera down, pulling Stiles closer to his side.

"Yeah, it is," he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper so he didn't disturb the tranquil scene before them.

The clock struck midnight, and as the world outside erupted in cheers and fireworks, Stiles's world was right here, within the walls of their home—in the quiet heartbeat of their family.

Derek tipped his chin up for a gentle kiss, a silent celebration of another year together. It was a simple, quiet moment that held the weight of all their shared years and love.

Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek, returning the kiss with equal tenderness. As they pulled apart, Stiles whispered against Derek's lips, "Happy New Year, Derek."

Derek's response was a soft smile and a tighter embrace. "Happy New Year, Stiles."

In the warmth of their hold, the soft crackle of the fireplace, and the gentle rhythm of their children's breathing, they welcomed the new year—a promise of more love, challenges, and memories to be made.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Heyyyy! I've loved all your fic recs so far but I was wondering if you had any where stiles is a struggling single dad or he has money problems and derek wants to help...?

Hi @webetterfly! @kevaaronday found these for you.

Bundle of Accidental Joy by tearsandholdme (21/21 | 69,901 | Mature | Sterek) Stiles is just trying to live a simple life. Have a job, pay his rent, and survive enough to eat his next meal. But then he's fired from his job, watches a mother abandon her baby, tries to stop her and picks the baby up, and now everyone thinks the baby is his. Even his very handsome and moody boss, Derek Hale, who forces the responsibility onto him at the cost of keeping his job or else. 

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Au of the 1956 film Bundle of Joy

Outrun The Stars by fairydustedtheory (9/9 | 56,151 | Mature  |Sterek) Derek never imagined what the universe had in store for him when he helped a little girl find her dad at the farmer's market.

featuring : worried Boyd and flirtatious Erica as Derek's best friends. Scott who has a bad habit of adopting people into his pack of friends. A lake where the magic in the stars aligns. and also a jar of fairy dust.

Baby and the Body by never_love_a_wild_thing (18/18 | 28,719 | Teen | Sterek) Stiles recreates models' Instagram photos with his baby. At a fashion show one day, he runs into the model who's pictures he uses most often (and most ironically). Somehow they work through the animosity and find a family.

Based on the Instagram @babyandthebody (which I do not own or have anything to do with, but it's super cute and you should take a peak if you like hot guys and/or babies, whether you read this fic or not)

little boy lost by crazyassmurderwall (1/1 | 14,862 | Teen | Sterek) If someone asked Stiles to write a parenting book, Stiles would say the best and most important rule is to love your kid. Just love the hell out of them, and make sure they know it. 

The second most important rule would be don’t turn your back on a curious three year old with supernatural speed.

Stiles is currently failing at the second rule. Badly.

i’ll stop the world and dance with you by im2old4thisotp (1/1 | 10,300 | Gen | Sterek) Stiles Stilinski is a widow and a single father, navigating the world the best he can with his 8-year-old daughter Emilie.

Parent's Night at her ballet school is the problem.

A rainbow tutu is the solution.

Dude, You’re Not Edward Cullen from Twilight by whentheywrite (1/1 | 2,192 | Gen | Sterek) Stiles is a tired!single dad with Twilight knowledge, Derek is the shirtless!hot dude who works out at the park, and their kids are too adorable to be real.

Thanks For Letting My Daughter Nom On Your Hand by Scotty1609 (1/1 | 1,469 | Gen | Sterek) Everyone was staring at him.

Scratch that, everyone was glaring at him.

Because the light of his life, the apple of his eye, his little pumpkin pie or cupcake or any other sweet thing he could compare his 2-year-old daughter to, was currently throwing the World’s Loudest Tantrum™.

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A.K.A., that one fic where Stiles is a Struggling Single Dad and Derek is the hot stranger who is great with kids?? Fluff and shenanigans ensue??

If there’s smoke there’s fire by trilliastra (11/ | 1,117 | Gen | Sterek) When Derek grabbed his shoulder once the fire was completely extinguished and guided him towards the firetruck, Jason thought he was safe. Derek is nice, he’s his godfather, he gave Jason his first beer, talked to him about safe sex after dad freaked out when Jason said he’d been watching porn since he was thirteen. Derek is cool.

Or he was because once they arrived at the station, he practically shoved Jason inside his car, saying he’d drive him home to help his dad kill him. Derek is not his favorite anymore.