can i play a version of this game where all my boyfriends stay alive

Halloween Spirit- Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios [When You Meet Him]

Notes:

[f/n]= first name

When You Meet Him:

    I tug on my hoodie so that it presses tighter against my skin, but the hoodie doesn’t help as the crisp autumn air breezes past me, leaving behind goosebumps. It’s finally fall; the leaves are finally becoming tinted by warm colors, the night air finally carrying a refreshing chill. But more importantly, it’s finally October. The month of Halloween!

    Truth be told, I’m a crazy fanatic for all things creepy. I often indulge myself in horror stories, games, and movies. Halloween to me is what Christmas is for others. So rather than treating it like a one day holiday, I celebrate Halloween for the whole month of October. And this year, I’ve found a very interesting place to visit to get in the Halloween spirit. I’ve been hearing rumors of a thick forest that many people tend to get lost in. Many scary stories have originated from that forest, and the manor that is rumored to exist within it.

I am currently heading for said forest as a full moon shines brightly above me. I readjust the slightly heavy bookbag so that it sits more comfortably on my shoulder. I had filled it with various equipment, particularly survival equipment, so that I can be prepared for whatever situation is thrown at me. Now then, what shall I find in this sacred, horrific forest?

Slenderman:

Once I enter the dense forest, I become surrounded by pitch black darkness as the moonlight becomes blocked by the trees. I zip open my backpack and dig around until I find the flashlight. I click it on, but the light is only enough to illuminate what is right in front of me. Well, darkness my friend, you really know how to set the mood. The forest is deathly quiet except for the sound of leaves crunching under my feet. Paranoia of being watched settles in my mind, which makes my heart race in anticipation.

I trail the light around the forest, trying to see if there is anything out there in the darkness. With a start, I realize I am no longer on the forest trail. I was being so careful to stay on the path, what happened? I try to retrace my steps, but I become more panicked as I realize I can’t find the path. I’m utterly lost! Will I become another person who disappeared in this forest?

Something white catches my attention, and I edge towards it to find a note pinned to a tree. Scribbled on it is the message, ‘Behind you.’ A flare of paranoia causes me to tremble slightly. This must be a prank from someone who was here before, it has to be. Still, ever so slowly, I turn around to look behind me.

And I am faced with a faceless being. A shrill scream rips from my throat as I back away from the creature, but I slam against the tree. My eyes are locked on the white, faceless man in paralyzed fear as he edges closer to me. Before I can force my body to move, tentacles gently wrap around my arms and legs so that running is no longer an option. He brings his face close to mine, as if he was inspecting me despite having no eyes.

“How curious,” a voice says, projected in my mind. He raises a hand and strokes my face curiously, but I find myself unable to look away from him. “Something is…different about you.”

I swallow heavily and will myself to talk. “W-wh-what do y-you mean?” I stutter out.

“I’m not sure myself,” the voice responds. “Interesting.” I squeak in fear when suddenly he lifts me into his arms, carrying me bridal style. “You are lost, yes? I shall take you to safety.” I say nothing as he carries me, too scared that I’ll say something that will make him snap. So instead, I close my eyes and will all of this to be a dream. But when I open my eyes, I find myself at a manor. He opens the door with a tentacle and carries me inside. I soak in the interior of the manor until eventually he takes me into a room with only a luxurious looking bed.

He gently sets me down on the floor, but my legs are so wobbly that I fall over. He catches me, holding me still until I am able to stand. I back away as far as I can from him, and he continues to seemingly stare at me. “Rest, child,” the voice orders me to do. “You are safe. Get some rest, and we shall chat once you have a more calm demeanor.”

“W-what are you?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

“You may call me Slenderman,” he tells me. “Goodnight.” And with that, he shuts the door. I wait awhile before bolting to the door, but sure enough, it’s locked. With no chance of escape, I slump onto the bed. Slenderman, was it? For a monster, he was surprisingly civil. But what does he want from me? The thought of it does my mind and heart no good. I didn’t think I would be able to, but eventually I fall asleep. I can only hope that he continues to be civil.

He may look like a monster, but you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Right? I can only hope so.

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BEN:

I tried to stay on the forest trail, but at some  point I managed to lose it. Unable to find it again, I desperately wander around aimlessly in hopes of finding the trail, or at the very least, shelter. I need to stay calm. Even if I’m lost, I’m sure that once it’s daylight I’ll be able to find the trail. I keep on walking until I notice a building looming in the distance. Is it the rumored manor? Regardless, I’ve found my shelter for the night. I keep walking until I am standing in front of the manor’s entrance door.

Fear is replaced with a sense of excitement. It looks like a haunted house! I came here for the thrill, after all. So I open the door and enter the vast manor, ready to explore. Cautiously, I examine room after room. The manor is decorated with old fashioned furniture, like from the Victorian era. I head up the stairs after I’ve had the first floor thoroughly examined.

A lot of the rooms are rather simple, is what I thought until I reached a certain room. All of the rooms were void of modern technology, all except this one. A T.V. sits on the floor, a gaming console laying in front of it. I closer inspect the gaming console to find only one game available, The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask. Childhood nostalgia washes over me as I smile fondly at the game. As a lover of video games, the fact that I found one in a seemingly haunted house thrills me. I’m going to play it! That is, if I’m able. I make sure the T.V. is plugged in before flipping it on. It works! The game menu automatically fills the screen, so I settle down on the floor and grab the controller.

I notice that there is already a save file, titled BEN. I’m curious about the person who played this file. Who was he, and why was he playing this game here, of all places? Well, playing his file won’t reveal anything, and I want to start the game from the beginning, so I create my own file titled Link. The game works pretty well, except for one small glitch: sometimes I’m called BEN instead of Link. But it doesn’t bother me, so I ignore it. I get rather absorbed in the game, and before I know it, I’m hours into the game. I’m starting to get rather bored of it, so I decide to try something new: the “4th Day” glitch. I had tried to do it before a few times in the past, but I could never get the timing right. I head to the astronomer’s tower and wait for the right time before looking in the telescope. Ah, I did it!

But when I exit the telescope, I find myself in the final boss’s arena, with Skull Kid floating above me. This wasn’t supposed to happen! But instead of getting creeped out, I actually get excited. I explore the arena, with Skull Kid always watching me. Eventually, a message pops up asking me if I want to go the lair of the temple’s boss. Curious, I don’t hesitate to press Yes. I’m teleported to a completely empty Clock Town. A reverse version of the Song of Healing is playing, making it sound like the song belongs in a horror game. In fact, it feels like I am playing a horror game. I love horror games! So I continue to explore this alternate Clock Town, a smile playing on my lips. Whatever this glitch is, I’m really enjoying it. I discover many horror game worthy moments, and the more I discover, the more excited I get.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this!” a voice says, startling me.

“Who’s there?” I ask without thinking, already searching the room for either a place to hide or a weapon to defend myself.

“I’m called Ben,” the voice replies with a snicker, and to my horror a person starts coming out of the T.V. I shriek and start crawling away from the boy who looks like Link. But suddenly he is looming over me, preventing me from moving any farther. He lifts my chin with his finger so I’m forced to look him in his blackened, bloody eyes. “See, this is the reaction I wanted.”

As I tremble beneath him, he inspects me closely. “You’re strange,” he tells me. “Normally, you humans are bothered by my alternate game reality. But you, you were enjoying it!” He chuckles at me, inching closer to me so that I can only see his eyes. “I like you. I think I’ll keep you around. It gets rather boring over here.” He gets off of me, allowing me to scramble to my feet.

I try to run to the door, but Ben appears to glitch in front of me, slamming the door shut. “What do you want from me?” I ask, on the verge of tears.

“Your company,” he tells me with a smirk. “You’re not leaving here any time soon.” Does he really only want my company? I can only hope so, and if that is the case, I need to be on my best behavior. I can be his friend if that means I can stay alive.

I used to wish video games could be real. I really wish I hadn’t.

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Jeff the Killer:

    Where am I? I had gotten so distracted with searching the area that I unknowingly strayed from the forest trail. I search for the path, but to no avail. Now what am I to do? In the dark, it seems pointless to keep searching for the path, so I’m going to start looking for shelter and try again in the morning. Hey, maybe I’ll find something interesting! That’s what I’m here for, after all.  

    However, the dead silence is actually starting to get to me, so I start humming cheerfully to break the silence. I keep scanning the forest with my flashlight, but so far nothing has caught my eye. Ah, wait, I think I hear something! I stop humming and stay still so I can listen carefully. Somewhere in the forest, I hear something walking. My body tenses in response, but I try to keep calm. Most likely, it’s just a deer or something. But just in case, I crouch down and turn off my flashlight in hopes that I’ll be less visible to whatever is out there.  

    “I see you,” a voice sings in the dark. Shit, someone’s out there! Ok, I’d rather not fight, so it’s time to flee. I slow down my shaky breath and quietly edge towards the shadows. He claims he sees me, but I don’t see him. The moment I see him, I’ll bolt. “Where’re you going? You haven’t even introduced yourself yet!”

    Suddenly a person bursts out from the bushes, heading straight for me. I scream briefly as I jolt to my feet and run as fast as I can from him. But to my terror, he is rapidly catching up to me. There’s no way I’ll be able to outrun him! I spot a rock lying ahead of me, so I pick up speed and swoop down, rapidly picking it up as I run. I swivel around and throw the rock at him as hard I as can. It smashes straight into his face, causing him to stop in his tracks. I should keep running, I know I should keep running, but I can’t help but watch to see what happens next. The man raises a hand to his face, swiping away the blood leaking from his nose. He looks at me, then gives me a very wide, eerie smile. He licks the blood on his hand while he watches me.

“Not bad,” he tells me. I shudder at the sight of him, at the tone of his voice, then I rapidly start running away from him. As I’m running, I keep searching for anything else I can use as a weapon.

“Ah!” I scream as I trip against a tree root that had been concealed by leaves and shadows. I thud heavily against the ground, the forest debris scratching me as I skid against it. I feel a hand grip my jacket, and I’m flipped around so I’m face to face with my pursuer.

“Hi, I’m Jeff, and you are?” he asks me with his wide grin, proceeding to pin me to the ground.

“Please don’t!” I sob, wriggling under him to try and release his grip, but he holds me firmly.

He reaches into his his hoodie and pulls out a knife. He brings the tip of the knife to my chest, twirling it around against my skin. “I asked you for your name,” he says more firmly.

“[f/n],” I say quietly as tears leak from my eyes. He brings a thumb to my face, wiping away my tears. He brings his thumb to his mouth and licks the tears, eying me all the while. He brings his face close to mine, inspecting me.

“Hmm,” he hums, then breaks into a grin. His scarred, horrific grin. “You have quite the arm, [f/n]! Got me real good with that rock.” He fiddles with a strand of my hair as he continues to look me over. I hold my breath as I anxiously watch him to see what he’ll do. “Quite interesting that you fought back. Usually people keep running from me. I like you!” Suddenly, he pinches the edges of my lips and forces me to smile. His eyes glint with a strange emotion as tells me, “And you look great with a smile.”

I whimper slightly at his touch, certain that I’ll either be raped, killed, or both. But to my surprise, he gets off of me. However, he grips my hand tightly as he lifts me to my feet, preventing me from escaping. As he drags me along with him, I hesitantly ask him, “W-where are you taking me?”

“Home,” he replies. He turns to me with a smirk. “I want to show off to the guys the treasure I found today.” I’m starting to feel nauseous. He has friends? What is going to happen to me?

I don’t know, but I can only hope that the fact he considers me his ‘treasure’ means he isn’t planning to kill me. I give him a shaky smile in hopes of appeasing him.

Please, I don’t want to die.

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Ticci Toby:

Welp, I’m undeniably lost. For what feels like hours now, I have been searching for either the path or shelter. And with my luck, it seems I can’t find either one. I’m starting to feel cold, so I guess I’ll just build a fire to warm up. Sleeping on the ground won’t be that bad, I guess, as long as it doesn’t rain. I can’t see the sky due to the cover of the trees, but I doubt it’s gonna rain, so I should be good. I start gathering various branches and dry foliage, piling it all together until I feel like there is enough. I zip open my bookbag and start digging for my lighter. Once I find it, I light a branch, the flames slowly spreading until eventually I have a small fire going.

Ah, that’s much better. I settle down on the ground, holding up my hands close to the fire to feel its radiating warmth.

“Hey there, Lyra!” a voice suddenly calls right beside me.

I squeak in surprise and jump away from the man who showed up out of nowhere. “Who are you?” I blurt out as I scramble away.

He laughs at me as  he settles on the ground. “I’m your brother! Quit messing around,” he replies, his head twitching as he talks.

I stare at him in confusion, debating in my head if I should run or if I should try to talk things out. His head keeps twitching, and I can’t make out his facial expressions with the smiling mask and goggles he is wearing, but he seems friendly enough. He is casually warming his hands by the fire, as if he is a friend of mine. I don’t sense immediate danger, so I decide to talk things out. “I’m not your sibling,” I inform him.

Suddenly he inches closer to me so he can see me better. Confusion clouds his eyes as he stares at me. “Who are you? I don’t have any siblings.” What? But he just called himself my brother!  

“I’m [f/n],” I tell him.

He scratches his twitching head. “[f/n], huh,” he repeats. He looks at me again, and suddenly he jumps to his feet. “Who are you?” he shouts.

I jump to my feet when I sense anger rolling off of him. I suddenly notice that he has two hatchets clipped to his jeans. I’m not sticking around, there is something clearly wrong with this guy! I swirl around and dash away from him, and the sound of stomping feet alerts me that he is chasing after me.

“Why do you make me feel this way?” he screams at me, and I don’t bother making sense of his words. I just need to focus on outrunning him! But suddenly, something whizzes past me, barely missing my head, and buries itself into a tree in front of me. He threw a hatchet at me! Oh God, he still has another one! I just barely missed getting hit the first time!

I can’t keep running, or I just may get hit. So I toss myself to the ground, causing the man to trip over me. As he thuds against the ground, I jump on top of him and pin him down. I try to clip off the hatchet with my trembling hands, and for once, luck is on my side. I manage to get the hatchet off of him, and raise it threateningly. He stares at me in confusion again, and mutters, “[f/n]?”

“Who are you?” I ask him angrily.

“Ah, I’m Ticci Toby, you can just call me Toby though!” he says cheerfully.

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Ok, Toby, I’m going to get up. If you try anything, I’ll chop you with this hatchet,” I tell him. He nods in affirmation, so I slowly get off of him with the hatchet raised. He slowly gets on his feet as I back away from him, refusing to take my eyes off of him.

“Well, it was nice meeting y-,” he starts, then suddenly lunges at me. I scream and swing the hatchet, but he swiftly dodges it and yanks it from my hand. He tosses it to the ground, then pulls me into his arms. He hugs me tightly, so tightly I can feel his heart beating rapidly against me.

“It’s ok, I won’t hurt you,” he says, sounding genuinely kind. “I’m sorry I scared you, I tend to have mood swings.” I say nothing as he holds me, too scared that he’ll suddenly flip again. He pulls away and takes my hand, tugging me with him. He picks up his hatchet and pulls the other out of the tree, re-clipping them back onto his jeans. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Home?” I ask him, my voice shaking. “You know where I live?”

“No, silly!” he responds. “My home! Well, now it’s your home, too.”

“What do you mean?” I squeak out.

“You’re going to live with me and my family from now on!” he says happily.

What should I do? I don’t think arguing is a good idea, he’ll just snap again. So for now, I’ll play along. I nod at him silently and obediently allow him to lead me to a manor.

I’ll escape as soon as I can, or else I’m surely doomed.

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Eyeless Jack:

    Um, where am I? I glance around to find that I have no idea where the path is. I was too lost in my daydreams, and this is what happens. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Well, I don’t even know which direction I came from now, so backtracking is a no go. I guess I’ll just roam around and hope I’ll find shelter.

I keep on walking for what feels like forever, yet I find no shelter. Great, just great. I don’t have much time to be depressed, however, when I hear some rustling in the distance. What is that? I stay still and listen attentively, but the noise stops. I guess it was just an animal. I keep on walking, when suddenly I hear something above me. I look up, and somebody jumps from a tree, landing in front of me.

I scream shrilly as I find myself face to face with a blue mask and eyeless sockets. My body kicks in faster than my mind, for I find myself running away from whoever that man is. I can’t hear him chasing after me, so I quickly glance behind me to see if he is still there. Except I should of been looking where I was going. Suddenly there is no ground, and I’m falling through the air. I tumble down the cliff, my head banging roughly against rocks. When I hit solid ground, the world is spinning around me. Is that…is that my blood? A fuzzy figure appears beside me, his head titled curiously.

“No,” I moan to the blue masked man. “Please.” But I can say no more, for the world dulls to blackness.

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    I moan slightly as I awake, my hand cradling my aching head. Where am I? The world starts to come into focus, and the smell of antiseptics invades my nostrils. I find myself laying on a surgeon’s table in a room filled with medical equipment. My hand brushes against rough fabric wrapped around my head. It seems someone treated me while I was knocked out. Who?

    “Hello,” a soft, raspy voice greets me. I jump a bit, startled. I search for the source of the voice, and find him sitting in a chair.

“You!” I scream, jumping off the table. The blue masked man! He calmly watches me, yet makes no move towards me. I quickly pick up a scalpel that was laying on a table, the nearest object I could I grab. “Who are you?” I ask, raising the scalpel threateningly.

“Jack,” he says, his voice eerily quiet. He’s blocking the only exit, so there is no getting past him.

“Please, let me go,” I beg of him.

He watches me silently, but eventually speaks up. “That wound on your head needs constant treatment, or it will get infected.”

I reach up and prod the bandage. “Were you the one who treated me?” I ask. He nods. “Why?”

“I’m not sure,” he replies. “You were bleeding, bound to die. But I didn’t want that to happen. I know a lot about the medical field, so I treated you. You needed stitches.” I shudder at the image of him threading my skin. “Your treatment is not complete.” He stands up, slowly moving towards me.

“Stay back!” I scream, but he doesn’t listen. I start slashing at him with the scalpel, but he doesn’t even flinch. He roughly grabs my wrist, stopping my wild slashing. He forces the scalpel out of my hand and drags me back to the surgeon’s table.

“Rest,” he orders. “I won’t hurt you.” He backs away from me, muttering, “Good night,” before shutting the door. I jump up and desperately turn the handle, but it’s locked. Trembling, I collapse back onto the table. What am I going to do? I eye the medical equipment surrounding me, shuddering at the thoughts of what he could do to me. I press my cheek against the cold metal and tightly shut my eyes.

Please let this all be a dream.

JADE'S SUPER MASSIVE STEREK FIC REC MASTERPOST

SO HERE WE ARE!! This is my super-dooper, really fucking massive sterek fic rec post, because I waste too much of my life reading dumb fanfiction. Everything on here is really good. Like, nothing on here isn’t worth reading. My personal favourites are marked with the ♔  symbol, but as I said, eVERYTHING ON HERE IS REALLY FUCKING GOOD. 

Please waste as much time as I have reading these fics. This list will be updated as I waste more time reading more fics, and in a kingdom of excessive-time-wasting, it looks like I’m the queen. So stay tuned, folks! 

((sorted by word-count ascending)) 

Needs More Sparkly Pens by mm_coconut 

Derek finds a notebook. 

(word count: n/a [fanart/comic]) 

Two Breaths In by couldbeaspaceraider

There were five times that Erica was sure that Derek was in love with Stiles, and there was one time someone believed her.

(word count: 906)

We Tripped and Then We Fell Headlong by itachitachi 

“Dude,” Stiles is saying. “It’s only going to work if you look like you don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Derek grits out, and pulls Stiles uncomfortably close, until there is a knobbly elbow digging into his side.

(word count: 1,213)

He Doesn’t See Himself Disappear by Onlymystory

This is the darkest timeline.

(word count: 3,033)

Five Times the Sheriff Found Derek Hale in His Son’s Bedroom by suzvoy

There’s a pattern Sheriff Stilinski just can’t ignore.

(word count: 3,252)

Can’t Be Hateful (Gotta Be Grateful) by halffizzbin

“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)

(word count: 6,260)

Integral to Survival by asocialfauxpas 

Derek is in the cell for about ten minutes before the lone door opens and a new body is tossed in. The person hits the floor with a grunt, rolls, and stands as the door is clanging shut.

“That’s really not the way to treat a guest!”

(8,529)

Inevitability (About Damn Time) by accordingtomel 

“So?” Scott says.

“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”

The asshole actually has the audacity to laugh. As if this is somehow hilarious to him. Worst best friend ever. “No, I didn’t.”

“This is not funny, Scott.”

“Yeah, it actually kind of is, though.”

(word count: 9,707)

Brilliant & Ridiculous by maderr

All Derek wanted was for the woman to leave him alone and ring up his groceries. How that led to her thinking Stiles is his boyfriend is something he blames on Stiles and his inability to stay out of trouble for five minutes.

(word count: 10,475)

Darling It Is No Joke by thehoydon 

The first thing Stiles thinks when he opens the door is that it’s not his birthday, but someone has sent him some kind of cop stripper.

(word count: 13,250)

Come Fly With Me (Or Don’t) by stilinskisparkles

Stiles is overworked and stressed out when his flight home gets delayed due to copious amounts of snow. He finds entertainment with one Derek Hale, whom he hasn’t seen since high school but really doesn’t mind getting reacquainted with.

Especially when it turns out Derek is surprisingly hilarious and will reluctantly play snap with him. And can walk on his hands.

(word count: 15,325)

Help Wanted by jebiwonkenobi

Nice things begin to happen to Derek Hale and it kind of freaks him out.

(word count: 15,593)

Last Night’s Dress (Tiptoe Out Of This Mess) by hito

TFLN: My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in?

(word count: 16,730)

Slipping Away by allyarra 

The summer before senior year Stiles is diagnosed with leukemia.

(word count: 17,530)

Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain 

“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.“

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things,” she agrees, nodding towards her brother’s name on the menu. “Derek won’t let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy.”

“Send them my way,” Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. “Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance.”

(word count: 17,698)

For Love is Not Ours to Command by weathervaanes 

Where Derek’s skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles’ dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.

(word count: 18,536)

The Newlywed Game by Captain_Loki 

Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Plot twist: It doesn’t.

(word count: 19,569) 

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday 

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

(Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.)

(word count: 21,004)

This Could Be My Last First Kiss by itschristaleigh 

Derek’s sick, really sick. The kind of sick you don’t usually get better from. So, he’s resolved himself to the fact he’ll probably miss out on a few major life events. When he meets Stiles, a student worker at the hospital, though, he starts to think that maybe he won’t miss out on as much as he originally thought he would.

(word count: 21,565)

Then You Think Again by leah k

“Holy crap!  Why the hell did you lie to incredibly powerful magical beings with trust issues?  How was that Plan A?”

Derek says, “We’re not arguing about this, it’s already done.”

“Like hell we’re not fighting about this,” Stiles says, indignant.  “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking it was worth the risk if it kept you alive!  And it worked, so drop it.”

“You had no idea that it was going to work!” Stiles throws his hands up.  Why is Derek the most frustrating werewolf in the history of ever, why is Stiles even helping him, why is this his life?  “Why did they even believe you in the first place?”

Derek says, “You reeked of me,” which is unfair.  Stiles only smelled because he’d gotten covered in Derek’s bodily fluids trying to staunch the bleeding.

(word count: 22,552) 

To Have Outlived the Night by stillane

Derek steps away from the window. “You helped me. They took that as a declaration.”

(word count: 23,448)

The Road To Self-Actualization Is Littered With F-Bombs by blue_fjords

It’s Stiles’s final Spring Break of his college career, and he’s got plans to do a whole lot of nothing. But Derek has other plans for him, and before he knows it, Stiles is joining Derek to go undercover at a couples’ retreat in a bid to catch a ring of thieves. It’s the world’s most perfect plan! Nothing could possibly go wrong!

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Open The Door by Renay 

Derek gives Stiles his jacket.

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A (Sort of) Fairytale by briecheesie

The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch’s ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.

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We’ve Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype ♔

Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He’s cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there’s a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There’s so much blood around him he feels like he’s floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he’s in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he’s alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.

As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, “This is going to kill my dad.”

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Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow 

He has no idea what you’re supposed to say when you find one of your…werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they’re about to see what your insides taste like. There’s no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

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Hide Of A Life War by Etharei

“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning…”

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

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Electricity In the Contact by ladyblahblah 

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that's not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

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In This Twilight How Dare You Speak of Grace by secondstar

Zombies. Stiles always knew the world would end this way.

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DILF by twentysomething 

“Today is Scott’s first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified.”

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Crash Landers by gyzym 

In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)

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The Importance Of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down by otter 

It’s like this dog has walked out of all of Stiles’ childhood dreams and into the real world just because Stiles wanted it hard enough. He is the most awesome dog ever, and he and Stiles have a bond. A deep, unbreakable bond because this animal is his soul mate, obviously. Now he just has to convince the dog of that.

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Fly A Little Faster by mirrorkill 

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

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Cupboard Love by mklutz

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

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By Any Other Name by entanglednow 

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

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My Taco Sparkles by butyoureyessaidyes

The first time he sees Stiles Stilinski, the kid’s on his hands and knees in Derek’s office.

Or the one where Derek has to battle corporate espionage, meddling family members, clothing turned choking hazards, and inappropriate feelings for his obscenely attractive new intern.

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Spook: A Ghostly Love Story in Three Parts by zosofi 

Derek is fifteen when he dies. He’s been fifteen for six years when he meets Stiles. 
And then suddenly… suddenly things start looking up.

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Every Step You Take by Nokimis 

Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

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[Sleep]Walking After You by relenafanel 

Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.

Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.

Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.

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This Is My Kingdom Come by Salmonderiel

By the time he’d hit his 17th birthday, he’d sorted his life out.
It came down to this:
His name was Stiles Stilinski. He was the son of the Sheriff and his wife, deceased, and his best friend was Scott McCall, an ex-asthmatic werewolf with a nurse mother and an absent father. He was the cleverest in his class, after the strawberry blonde he had a crush on, and he had been diagnosed with ADHD at the age of seven. On full moons, he ran around and cooked for the local pack of werewolves. And he was a demon changeling.

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Don’t Speak by fatale ♔

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

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Alpha Spikes by starbeast

Alphas are like royalty and are offered their choice of any age eighteen-and-up virgin Omega for each year’s heat season, as a ‘thank-you’ to all they’ve done for their compounds throughout the year. Derek is an Alpha and…yeah, Stiles. Stiles is an Omega. And still a virgin. In every way. And he’s just turned eighteen. This…is not his day.

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Important Things by suzvoy 

Stiles learns that even with werewolves, giant lizards and psychopathic hunters on the loose, life can still find other ways to screw with you. Case in point: everyone keeps assuming he and Derek are a couple. What the hell?

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Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

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Cornerstone by Vendelin 

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

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Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by zosofi 

“Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

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No Homo by RemainNameless

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

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Prince Among Wolves by tylerfucklin ♔

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

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Find It In Our Hearts by Regann

Kate Argent had a lot of secrets, some of which she took to the grave. When one of them shows up on Chris Argent’s doorstep in the form of Kate’s five-year-old daughter, it’s not long before more to come to light – namely, that Kate’s crimes against Derek Hale didn’t begin and end with the murder of his family. It’s no surprise that as soon as Derek learns about his daughter’s existence, he decides that nothing will keep him from claiming the only family he still has in the world. Stiles finds himself firmly in the middle of the Hale-Argent family drama, slowly growing more certain of his feelings for Derek and ever more sure of the inevitable heartbreak they’ll bring.

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The Boy Who Ran With Wolves by fandomsandcake

Poem based on the fic Slipping Away by allyarra.

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Dating, Derek Hale and Other Things That Stiles Never Thought Would Go Together Well But Do by fandomsandcake

Stiles and Derek go on a movie date. It’s awkward, until it’s not.

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Don’t Panic (Except Do Because This Is Very Much A 'Panic’ Sort Of Situation) by fandomsandcake

Stiles actually really, really hates Derek, because it’s cold and snowing and they’re about to die.

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