so okay, just picture this for a second real quick
derek shifting into wolf!derek on the back porch of the rebuilt hale house with stiles by his side, and their daughter giggling next to them, clapping her small hands together because “daddy went doggy!”
derek can’t even feel any form of irritation about the fucking dog joke because it came from his daughter, who is happier than ever, making grabby hands at stiles, squealing “up, up, up!”
and derek, just, he’s fucking wagging his tail for fuck’s sake because how could he not when he has everything in the world right there next to him: his daughter wrapping her arms around his furry neck, giggling in his ear, stiles absolutely beaming at the both of them, looking dazed and awed, eyes full of absolute love
derek can’t help but whine, overwhelmed with all the fucking emotions, and just butts his big head against stiles’ stomach, trembling when he feels hands so familiar slide over the top of his head, scratching and rubbing just behind his right ear
a huff of air leaves derek as if he’s trying to explain everything in that one breath, and stiles, stiles just knows, understands the meaning, and whispers back with a knowing smile on his face, “i know, big guy. we love you, too.”
“So,” says Sheriff Stilinski, raising one eyebrow. “You decided not to play video games at Scott’s, after all?”
“Uh,” Stiles says. His eyes are wide and caught-out, and he’s got his arms wrapped around two giant tubs of popcorn. Beside him, Derek Hale—the same Derek Hale that the Sheriff last saw in his interrogation room—is handing a $20 bill to the cashier and clearly trying to appear as casual as possible. He fumbles the change three times before he gets it into his pocket, though, so it’s a lost cause.
“You know,” Stiles jokes (because if he has any kind of a superpower, it’s the power to make an awkward situation way more awkward) “If we keep doing stuff like this people are going to think we’re dating.” In which Stiles learns that he’s really super oblivious (but to be fair, Derek is also too subtle for his own good).
“Aren’t you at least the least bit curious why everyone keeps asking if you are dating?” Lydia asks.
“No, why?” he says, mostly to be an ass. He didn’t actually care why people thought he was dating Derek.
“Oh my god.” Lydia says taking a shallow breath, rubbing her temples as if she had just gotten the world’s worst brain freeze. “You are the stupidest person in on this side of the milky way,” she says, sighing deeply.
“Got myself pregnant. Y’know, up the duff, knocked up, a bun in the oven, in a family way, eating for two, with child. I could go on Dad, really, stop me before I exhaust the list of pregnancy euphemisms. There’s still caught an 18 year STD, my eggo is preggo, building a person-“
I see you, Nonny, sneaking multiple asks into one :P I do like these types of fics tho. :P
anonymous said: Hii! Do you know any sterek fics where one of them or both are deaf,
blind, or can’t speak? If you could put a mix of them in there that
would be great (: thank you so much your amazing !
This list fills your ask too, but also check out our mute!Stiles tag for those fics (cause this post is already kinda crazy long, lol).
(4,432 I Teen I Complete) *sterek, human au, doctor!stiles
He hasn’t always been deaf.
Although, sometimes, he wishes he was. Mainly because he knows what he’s missing. He remembers what the rustle of the wind in the trees sounds like, remembers what kids playing in the playground sounded like, what laughter sounded like.
Derek became deaf from the fire that took his family long ago, and has refused to speak since. But when he is forced to speak in the court case of the woman who betrayed him long ago, he begrudgingly accepts the help of a newly graduated speech pathologist. Stiles, however, is about to teach a whole lot more.
Derek inspected the paper with curiosity. It was a poster that seemed to be advertising a dancing event. There was a dancer in the middle, dressed in ballet clothes, body toned and hard, but the movement that was captured screamed smooth and melodic even from the picture.
I don’t understand. He signed with a frown.
It’s an invitation. I am one of the dancers in the group and I would like it if you came. Stiles replied nervously.
When they’re sixteen they steal some of Stiles’ dad’s alcohol. They’re a little tipsy when Stiles starts whining about how he’s still never kissed anyone. He makes a face and signs, “I’m sixteen, Scott. This is ridiculous. I’m gonna wither up and die before I ever kiss anyone.” His signing is a little loose and sloppy from the alcohol, and when he finishes he collapses backward on the bed, sighing like the world is crumbling around him.
Scott leans over him, rolls his eyes, and signs, “I’ll kiss you if it means you’ll shut up about it.”
(6,241 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, model!stiles, nerd!derek, alive hale family
Stiles Stilinski, also known as the most famous model any underwear company has. He’s on billboards, magazines, covers of packaging. Anything and all. Most people say he’s popular just because he’s gay, others say it’s because he’s hot, or because he’s deaf. His life is busy and he works a lot, but it all changes when he meets Derek, a local man who treats him like a normal person.
(Previously known as ‘Really? That’s how you want to play?’)
(7,761 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, proposals, weddings
Sheriff Stilinski has been waiting for this day for a long time. As he watches his visitor walking up the path, he thinks about everything that’s happened in the past year and his fingers twitch for his gun. But he can’t do that; he can’t shoot this man, as much as he might like to sometimes. Maybe he can go one worse, though.
Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.
“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.
“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.
But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek’s arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.
(28,313 I General I Complete) *sterek, mates, kidnapped stiles
Alone, Stiles could feel the tiredness start to run through his body, the cuts on his body aching and other places hurting which made him wonder how they were hurting before he blinked a few times, eyes lifting towards the windows and the grey sky, Stiles hoped that the pack would find him. Slumping down in to the bonds, Stiles dropped his chin to his chest as tears gathered in his eyes, he felt scared for the first time since the car accident and he hated the fact that he couldn’t hear for anything which could creep up on him, hated that he couldn’t protect himself, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Stiles tried to keep the tears away as he finally let the tiredness wash over him.
(132,553 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, human au, sick!stiles, hurt!stiles, first time
Monday dawned fresh and cool and with a lack of Stilinski.
The buzz in the school changed over the week, once Derek started paying attention to it. No longer was the student body talking about where the students were going on vacation, or lack thereof for the more middle-class populace. They were bandying about a different series of words instead.
Stiles could remeber the last thing he saw, it wasn’t the car that was about to hit him it was Derek Hale. Stiles is now Legally blind hiding his secret from his friends for Three years now their back and his life is turned upside down and all he can think about is Derek.
(13,229 I Mature I WIP) *steter, historical au, medieval au, nobleman!peter, magic!stiles
Peter is sick of court and the drama it entails. His sister is creating a life for her and her children in a new and promising land that Peter finds cold and horrid. Soon he is dragged into something much bigger than himself and the usual royal court happenings. This boy he thinks he failed to keep from harm may not be safe but he is alive.
Derek Hale is convinced he can protect his pack from anything. Kanimas, other packs, even the supernatural that remain myths (like demons and the such), but an event hits him like a punch to the gut to remind him that the things he can’t protect his pack from are the everyday horrors in which life makes us her bitch. [Blind!Stiles]
An AU ‘verse in which Stiles is born blind and is Derek’s mate. The rest of the world is just going to have to adjust accordingly because if you think that’s going to stop the boy who runs with wolves, you are horrendously mistaken.
(83,738 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, marine!derek, ptsd!derek, human au
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.
Derek and his adopted daughter move to Beacon Hills to try and start up a normal life. They meet Stiles in a park with his service/seeing-eye dog and while Malia bonds with the dog, Derek ends up bonding with Stiles.
When Derek loses his sight and hearing saving Scott from an attack, the
Stilinski’s take him in. As nurse and patient Stiles and Derek grow
closer, but what will happen when Derek gets better? Will Stiles be
left with a broken heart?
This is an expansion of the following idea, written by the lovely @artemis69:
the coffee!AU, where John goes to the same coffee shop every day, and there is this very grumpy, quiet barista that always makes him amazing coffee and keep the best pastries for him. And one day the Sheriff learns that Derek is the one to bake them all, so he decides: this will be my son in law, I need a reason to have this man in my family for at least forty to fifty years. Then he matchmakes with no subtility whatsoever, basically offering his only son on a silver plate, Stiles spluttering all the way (but he takes Derek’s number anyway because the guy is just amazingly cute)
John’s on his regular morning stroll when he stops in his tracks and takes in the brand-new coffee shop, complete with a banner advertising their opening day. The little corner space has been boarded up for over a year, and John had no idea it was opening today.
Any new businesses are a boon for Beacon Hills, especially family-run ones like this one is rumored to be, so John ducks inside. It’s warm and homey, and there’s a pair of young dark-haired people behind the counter, close enough in features that they’re probably siblings. The quiet bickering points that direction, too.
They stop, though, when they see the Sheriff—the uniform tends to have that effect—and he pastes on his public servant smile. “Hi there. I saw this place was open and wanted to come on in and introduce myself. Sheriff John Stilinski.”
“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” the woman says, holding out her hand for a shake. A nice strong grip—John likes this girl already. “I’m Laura Hale, and I own this place with my brother Derek, our resident grumpy barista-slash-baker.”
Derek rolls his eyes at Laura, but his smile to John is genuine, if small. “Hi, Sheriff. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise, son,” he says, perusing the case full of tempting sugary treats. “You made these?”
He nods. “Can I get you anything?”
John hums. “A medium coffee, and…any one of these delicious-looking goodies. You pick. Just don’t tell my son,” he adds, and Derek looks up at him.
“I have slightly elevated cholesterol,” he says, stressing the word. “Nothing to worry about, honestly. But he polices my diet. I don’t think he knows about this place yet, though, so this is great.”
Derek hums. His tongs hover over a muffin—lemon poppyseed, it looks like—before moving to another one. Raspberry-almond, according to the sign, and well, John isn’t picky. Derek drops it into a little bag and hands it over.
“Happy to help,” he says.
John thanks him and opens the bag. Laura’s still pouring his coffee, but it smells so damn good that he can’t resist.
“Wow,” he says, his mouth full. “This is delicious.”
Derek looks quietly proud, and Laura claps him on the shoulder as she reaches over to hand John his coffee. “On the house, today, Sheriff,” she says. “Thanks for stopping by.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises.
“Thanks, Nina,” John says dryly, leaning back so she can put his plate in front of him.
“You’re welcome, Sheriff,” she says with a friendly smile, ignoring his stink eye.
Stiles just grins at both of them and digs into his French toast. He insists on having their weekly father-son breakfast at Paulie’s Diner because no matter what John orders, Nina will only bring him an egg-white omelet with a dry English muffin. Stiles must have some serious blackmail or be paying her off somehow, and John is, he has to admit, grudgingly impressed.
“Don’t look so bummed out, Pops,” Stiles says, around a mouthful of what’s surely syrup-drenched deliciousness. “At least I let you have turkey bacon.”
“It’s not the same,” he says grumpily, poking at it. “But at least I’m getting a steady stream of baked goods now.”
Stiles glares at him. “Are you serious? From where? I thought I had paid everyone off.”
He knew it. “I’m not telling you,” he says, a little displeased with how childish he sounds.
“Fine,” Stiles says, sniffing. “I’ll figure it out, you know I will.”
He will, John knows. Goddamn, he loves his kid, even if his life goal seems to be depriving John from any and all delicious food. “And speaking of, I met someone the other day,” he starts, and Stiles gasps theatrically, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.
“Is this you crapping all over my dream of having Melissa as my stepmom?”
John sighs at the reminder. Melissa is…well, she seems happy with that Argent guy. Whatever. He’s not bitter.
“Not for me, Jesus,” he says, shaking his head. “For you.”
“Oh my god,” Stiles says, slumping back in the booth. “Eye roll” is too mild, John thinks. It’s more of a whole head roll. “Seriously, Dad, I’m only 25. You don’t have to marry me off quite yet. You’ll get your grandchildren someday, I promise. Stop trying to set me up with people.”
“I’m just trying to be helpful!” John protests. “He seems nice.”
And makes really good treats, he adds in his head. That’ll be a good trait for a son-in-law.
“And who exactly is he?”
John pauses. “I met him at the aforementioned undisclosed location.”
Stiles snorts. “Find out if he actually likes dudes, then get back to me.”
Hello =) Anything with either Derek or Stiles not being english native speakers? Triple brownie points if there's another language actually being spoken.
Hi there, Nonny! For more non-English speaker!Stiles fics, be sure to check out our Polish!Stiles tag here. These fics feature language barrier, speaking in another language, or thinking the other person doesn’t speak English. Enjoy! -Emmy
He had been getting into the elevator, going to get his
last few boxes from the moving truck, when a pale, slender hand hand
stuck itself between the closing elevator doors. And then his face. Pale and dotted with moles, brown hair wild, honey eyes wide and framed with thick, dark lashes - just his type. “Przepraszam.” the guy had said, which, right. He didn’t speak a word of English.
(1,526 I General I Complete) *sterek, multilingual!derek
Sometimes, when Derek get’s frustrated, he tends to slip into different languages. Stiles thinks it’s unfair how terribly (horribly, utterly) hot it is. - In
which it’s impossible to have an argument (not that Stiles wants too)
with Derek Hale because he can’t keep to one language and Stiles can’t
be mad at him when he’s speaking mother fucking French.
(6,020 I Teen I Complete) *sterek, Spanish speaking!Derek, Alpha!Scott, Beta!Derek
Derek was sitting at the table in the newly renovated
Hale house, watching Stiles surreptitiously as he and Allison made
cupcakes. He thought that he was being covert about it until Scott slid
into the chair next to him and clapped a hand onto his shoulder.
“¿Por qué no hacer un movimiento, hombre?” Scott said, leaning back in the chair and staring at Derek seriously.
(Or where Derek is pining for Stiles, Scott knows and is trying to
get him to make a move, generally while in Stiles’ presence, by speaking
to Derek in Spanish.)
(34,121 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, Polish!Stiles, omega!stiles, mpreg, mail order bride!stiles, everyone’s werewolves
Derek comes home to find a mail order husband and two amused betas
waiting for him. When he realizes their prank was far from harmless he
ends up saddled with a husband who barely speaks English but insists
Derek is the love of his life. He’s also determined to win him over.
(38,038 I Teen I WIP) *sterek, wild!stiles, magic!stiles, alpha!derek
Stiles is a wildling in the forest, and Derek finds him
one day. He wants to bring the wild young man into his pack, but Derek
still has to deal with the loose ends of the Alpha pack, the Darach, and
Erica and Boyd’s kidnapping. Besides, Stiles trusts Derek’s wolf more
than his human form, and lashes out when Derek approaches him.
When Erica, Boyd, and Cora are rescued, they head straight into the forest and towards the territory of Derek’s wildling.
a/n: another shitty title. But the italics in this are a flashback. Hope you enjoy. feel free to request. they’re always open.
Just another chill day with the guys. That’s how I spent
most of my days, with the squad. We all became friends when I first moved to Omaha,
in my sophomore year.
I had like 4 classes with Johnson and Gilinksy. So we
immediately became friends. And then they introduced me to their friend Sammy
and Nate, who were a year older.
Gilinsky had drug me to one of their games. Nate Sammy and
Johnson starting varsity. It was a lot of fun. Me and G sat there and cheered
for them. I mostly screamed for Johnson, since I didn’t know Nate and Sammy too
well at that point. I had just been in school for like 3 months, and only knew
Nate and Sammy for like a month, so I still felt a bit weird around them.
And then I started varsity for the girls team. Starting
point guard. And you best believe every single game, G and Johnson were sitting
in the front row screaming for me. After like the fourth game, Nate and Sammy
started coming with them, and we had a tradition to go out to eat after the
And I think that’s when I started to talk to Sammy more. It
actually started after a game. We had just lost by 1 point. A buzzer beater in
over time. I was so pissed, and it actually was my worst game I had all that
year. But I was just so bummed about that game.
All dinner I was quiet. But that night, Sammy just happened
to sit next to me in the booth and that’s when I think our friendship started.
“why so quiet?” he
“I’m just annoyed.” I
replied, playing with my straw in my water.
“why?” he asked.
Looking at me, even though I wasn’t looking up.
“the game.” I mumbled.
“you serious?” he
laughed, and that made me look at him.
“yeah I’m serious. I’ve
never played so bad before.”
“you didn’t do that
bad even. It was the rest of your teammates for not helping you out.”
“no, I should have
been able to handle it.”
“(y/n) you didn’t do
“I had at least 14
turnovers.” I huffed, annoyed with how bad I played.
“they triple teamed
“I shouldn’t have had
14 turnovers still. Regardless of the triple team and traps.”
“it was 6.” He said,
no longer looking at me, instead taking a sip from his water and looking straight
“what?” I asked,
looking at him. He turned and looked at me.
“you had 6 turnovers.
15 assists. 8 steals and 26 points.”
And that was the conversation that started me and Sammy’s
friendship. Every game after that, we would sit next to each other at dinner
and talk stats. And then at his games I would keep track of his stats.
Whenever he made a three, he would do the little 3 sign that
looked like an okay symbol by his eye and then point at me. Every time.
It was in the middle of halftime at one of his games that he
took the mic and asked me to prom. With balloons and flowers. I of course said
yes. Why not. He was literally like my best friend by this point.
Now here we are, 3 years later. Out in LA. I lived by
myself, and I did photography for the guys. They all did music and stuff and I
went touring with them and took photos for them. They all did photoshoots for
I lived in a little house like right down the block. I
practically stayed over at the boys place though. Or they stayed over at mine.
We were currently at the boys’ place. They had a bunch of
people over. Like Nash, Hayes, Jake, the usual gang. And then Emily and Madison
were there too. We were all kinda just doing our own thing. I was laying out by
the pool, drinking a beer. Emily and Madison were laying out with me too.
The three of us were all really good friends. I loved those
two like sisters, and Emily practically was. She always hoped that me and Sammy
would get together, but we were just such good friends. Best friends, anything
more than that seemed so weird to even think about.
Yeah we complimented each other all the time and play
flirted, never taking each other serious. Like when I came out in my bikini he
said “mmmm you look good ma, the things I would do to you.” As he licked his
lips and looked me up and down.
Everyone wanted us to get together. Half of them actually
thought we were already hooking up behind their backs. But that’s just how we
were with each other. Touchy, flirty, protective.
Like Sammy brought home this one girl one time and she was
all over him at the club but the second we got home she literally clung onto
Nate like the whole time. Nate didn’t pay much attention to it, to stoned to
care, but I could tell Sammy was bummed, so I called her a hoe and told her to
And then Sammy this one time nearly beat the shit out of
this random guy out on the street. We were all going out to lunch and I was
running late. He tried to get me to come home with him and when I wouldn’t he
called me a bitch, which I didn’t mind, then he called me a hoe and slut once
he saw me sit down with all the guys. Sammy got up and nearly beat the shit out
of him right there and then but G and Nate held him back.
So yeah, everyone thought we were a thing, but the truth is
we are just best friends. I mean, yeah, he’s hot. And sure, I might have a
little bit of feelings for him. It’s hard not to feel something towards him
when I spend so much time with him.
But we had our own hookups. He wasn’t the cuffing type, and
me on the other hand. I normally would talk to a guy for a month or two before calling
quits, simply cause things with him just didn’t seem right.
Like I was talking to this guy Matt. He was super sweet and
hilarious. We’ve went out like 8 times. Dinner. Clubbing. Out to the beach.
Just little things. And yeah, we’ve had sex, it happens.
I was currently texting him, or uh, sexting him I guess. We
always did this shit. It seemed like we were both constantly horny, but we also
always managed to joke around. Sammy’s met Matt once when we all went out, and
he didn’t like him at all. I don’t know why, but idk, things with Matt feel so
different than with all the other guys.
I was in the middle of texting him back, when someone
blocked my sun. I looked up to see Sammy. Quickly sending my message to Matt
and locking my phone I looked up at Sammy, folding my arms over my chest.
“can I help you?” I asked, with a bit of attitude, cause let’s
be honest, I always have one.
“oh yeah, I’ve got a few things you can do for me.” He bites
“seriously Sam, can’t you keep it in your pants in front of
your own sister.” Emily chimes in.
“sorry sis, she just turns me on so much.” He says, sliding
in and sitting next to you, Emily and Madison looking at both of us.
“just admit you two are hooking up, for heavens sake.”
Madison says, throwing up her arms.
“we’re not.” Me and Sammy said in sync.
“yeah, she’s got that one little fuck.” Sammy kept speaking.
“I’m just saying. I don’t like him.” He spoke, us going off
into our own conversation, everyone that was close paying attention.
“I know you don’t. you make it so fucking obvious.”
“well I’m not gonna act like I like him for your sake. He’s
a shit and you know it.”
“he treats me nice, shouldn’t that be the only thing that
matters? Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”
“I would be, if he wasn’t such a fucker.”
“whatever.” I rolled my eyes. He always did this. Every time
I talked to a new guy he had some unknown reason as to why he’s ‘a fucker.’ It
was so annoying.
I went home that night. Matt was out of town, and I was just
really sexually frustrated. Matt had been sending suggestive messages all day,
and it definitely turned me on.
We decided we were gonna send pictures. It’s not like he
hasn’t seen it before. And yeah. I was texting him and Sammy. Sammy texted me
when I got home and apologized for earlier, and then we started talking since
I took the picture and just sent it. And then I went to read
the message Sammy had just sent me, except my only unread message was from
Matt. I clicked on our thread and saw that the last message was his picture,
and then another very very explicit message.
I replied to his message, and then checked Sammy’s thread to
see that he was currently in the middle of typing, according to the little
bubble in the bottom. I looked to see what I said last and my jaw dropped.
There’s no way I just sent my best friend my fucking nudes.
You’ve gotta be kidding me. And the message I sent with it. Oh god. I just sent
my best friend my nudes and then told him I wanted him to bend me over the
couch and pound into me while I call him daddy. Seriously fml.
I sat there, pacing in my kitchen actually, waiting for Sammy
to reply. And a minute later I got a text notification. I sat there and stared
at my phone, nervous to open it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I
mean, I just text him and tell him it was an accident. I was drunk. Something.
But he was my best friend. How awkward would things be now? I mean, he’s seen
me naked, digitally. But it’s still the same.
I decided to just take a bottle of wine and head up to the Jacuzzi
tub for a bubble bath. That should help clear my mind right? Just to relax. I
took my phone and played some music. Avoiding my messages.
I got another text notification, and saw that it was Sammy
again. I ignored it. Still not drunk enough to have the balls to look at the
Then I got a phone call from Emily. I picked it up on the
first ring, needing some sort of advice. And yeah sure it was her little
brother, but she should be able to help. Hell she’s seen me naked before. Like when
she comes over and we get ready and stuff. We just change in front of each
other and shit, so she should be able to help me somehow.
“hey Em, I need help.” I spoke immediately.
“um yeah. What the hell.”
“look it was an accident. I meant to send it to Matt. I don’t
know what the fuck to do.” I sighed.
“well uh, did you read his messages?”
“no, I’m trying to avoid this situation.”
“okay, well uh, I hope you know he’s on his way over.”
“are you seri-“ I started, but was cut off by my doorbell
going off. “Emily, what the hell”
“good luck girl.” She said before hanging up.
The doorbell went off, but I just ignored it, turning my music
up and drinking more out of my wine bottle. About half left.
About 5 minutes later, I thought he had left, but boy was I
wrong. When the bathroom door barged open I almost peed myself. I screamed and
looked at who it was and I just wanted to drown myself there as Sammy stood in
front of me.
“what the fuck (y/n) do you not know how to answer your
phone? Or the fucking door?” he asked, standing in the doorway, obviously
“sorry, if you couldn’t tell I’m a little busy right now.” I
said, motioning to the tub.
“you could still pick up your fucking phone.”
“whatever.” I said, rolling my eyes and leaning my head
“so are you just gonna act like that didn’t happen?” he
“I’m trying to.”
“well I’d like to talk about this actually.”
“why Sammy. What the fuck is there to possibly talk about. I
accidently sent you a nude and some explicit messages.” I rolled my eyes, even
though I have yet to make eye contact with him.
“(y/n) look at me.” He said, and it was the desperation in
his voice that made me look up at him. His eyes were soft as he leaned against
“do you remember when we first met? For the very first time?”
“yeah, when Johnson and G invited you and Nate over one time
when I was there and you guys played fifa for like 3 hours.”
“yeah.” He smiled, moving over and sitting on the toilet
seat, the lid down of course. He looked back up at me and had the same smile he
had when he was high.
“I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
He confessed. This was news to me.
“yeah, you weren’t too bad yourself.” I kinda laughed,
taking another sip of wine. He just looked up at me then dropped his head and
“you know, I still think you are.”
“are what? What are we thinking?” I asked.
“the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, after my momma of
“oh come on, cut the shit. You have girls literally throwing
themselves at you. The girls in your videos are like models. Way more prettier
“no you don’t get it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve
ever laid my eyes on. All those other girls don’t even compete to your beauty
“what is all this Sammy?”
“listen. You know we always joked around. That’s how it all
started. Ever since that dinner after the game you sucked ass in.”
“hey you said I didn’t even do that bad.” I defended.
“we weren’t that close then. I couldn’t be a dick to you
then.” He laughed.
“but then, after that dinner, we talked more and then prom.
Prom you literally took my breath away. You looked so stunning. And I was such
a punk back then. I wasn’t gonna come out and tell you all this sappy shit.” He
took a deep breath and looked down at his feet again.
“so Prom, that’s when it all started. We started to joke
around more. Then the accusations of us flirting. I mean, hell yeah, I
definitely would have tapped that.” Both of us laughing now. “but as we got
older, you definitely developed.” He raised his brows at me, knowingly as he
nodded at my chest.
“so what are you even saying sammy?”
“I’m getting there dammit.” He laughed “anyway, I don’t
know, after we all moved out here, I guess I got caught up in it. The money.
Fame. Girls. All of it. But then you started going out. Guys. Clubbing every
weekend, in those outfits that I always wanted to rip right off.” He laughed.
“okay, what’s your point Sammy?” I asked. I was all so
confused by this.
“I’m just saying. I don’t know. I guess, getting those
messages you meant for Matt just really set me off. And I just, couldn’t help but
imagine you and me like that.”
“Sammy.” I gasped.
“come on (y/n) tell me you haven’t thought of it before.”
I stayed quiet. Truth be told I have. I’ve had dreams before
that involved him. Never would I have told him that.
“okay tell me. Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I’ll
leave right now.”
Again I stayed quiet. I looked away from him. I couldn’t
look at him. Of course I felt something for him. I couldn’t tell you what, but
it was a feeling I’ve never had before.
“can we order a pizza and talk about us?” Sammy asked.
“yeah.” I smiled.
“alright, let’s go order the pizza.” He said getting up then
stopping at the doorframe. “you coming?”
“yeah, once you leave. In case you haven’t noticed I’m
“yeah. Your point?”
“I’m just waiting till you leave so I can get out of the tub.”
“why?” he asked, and I just looked at him like ‘duhhhh’
“because I’m naked.”
“it’s not like I haven’t already seen it.” He smirked,
shaking his phone in his hand and leaving me there with my jaw open and eyes
Stiles isn’t sure how long he stands there mouth agape at the man in front of him but he is sure it was far longer than what was polite. But he can’t help admiring the man’s jaw line, and scruff, and the way he fills out the suit.
“Are you coming in or would you prefer to objectify me on the porch all night?” A gruff, but not unpleasantly so, voice calls out.
Flailing a bit Stiles moved towards the man, wondering is he the butler, doorman, or host of this party. All he knows is he is wishfully thinking this guy isn’t totally straight. “Are you the butler?” he blurts out, then cringes. Way to make a first impression, Stiles.
The man’s impressive eyebrows narrow into a scowl. “Yes. I’m Wadsworth. The coat rack is there.” Wadsworth turns and visibly winces as his shoe squelches.
“Aren’t you supposed to do that for me? You do work here right?” Stiles asks as he shrugs off his jacket.
“No, I just like to trespass in creepy houses on hills in the rain and open doors for people that drive death traps.” Wadsworth says, as he blows out a deep breath and points Stiles towards the coat rack.
Do you guys know any high school aus with alive!hale pack and sterek. Like Cora and Derek are still at school at the same time Scott and stiles and the rest of the gang is there? You guys blog is a gift sent from heaven honestly :)
Anonymous said:hello! im new to your blog (honestly bless you, i can sense many a wasted work night scrolling through here) and i wanted to know if you could possibly find some high school au’s where derek is really loving but still his snarky wolf self? or you could link me to the tag? im strictly on mobile for the next few months.
High School Sterek AU with everyone alive, got it! -Emmy
His best friend has never understood Stiles fascination with the older
boy. How can he when he himself doesn’t? Stiles has figured that he had a
sort of hero complex with Derek, but at the same time, it’s not like
that. He doesn’t wish to be like Derek at all. He admires him, yeah.
But, is more than that?
Stiles and Derek didn’t intend to fall in love, but a lonely summer
created an unlikely friendship which led to a summer romance neither of
them could forget, all while keeping their relationship a secret. But
once summer comes to a close, Derek ends the “fling” afraid of the
consequences it may hold. Now back at school, Stiles has to act like
nothing happened between the two of them per Derek’s request, only it’s
much harder than it seems.
From a distance this may look like your typical High School romance.
the nerdy Senior with perfect grades, acceptance into his dream college
and his own nerdy best friend, Scott; falls for Derek; the mysterious
leather jacket wearing, perfect facial hair sporting, with a dark past.
Together they embark on a romance that slowly evolves from deep stares,
broken jeeps, and video games into feelings possibly too complex for
either of them to understand. But when you get closer, you see this
story is far more complicated with deep loss, Sheriff fathers,
disapproving sisters, full moons, and secrets that could destroy
John Hughes did not write this love story. Derek and Stiles are writing their own.
Derek Hale is new to school, on his first day Stiles shows him around on
his first day of school, they develop a fast frienship but as time goes
on stiles finds him falling for his new best friend. Will the feelings
(79,093 I Explicit I Complete) *omega!stiles, mpreg, first time, virgin!derek, virgin!stiles
Derek has had a crush on Stiles, a young omega who goes to his school
since he first laid eyes on him. He has watched him continually come to
school with bruises and flesh wounds delivered by his abusive father and
all he’s ever wanted to do was help but Stiles never let him get close
enough. Until, one night, Stiles ends up at Derek’s house, with more
than a flesh wound and Derek will do everything in his power to protect
(88,343 I Explicit I Complete) *nerd!stiles, jock!derek
Description: AU. Derek Hale has a reputation, one that has been built
through out high-school. He’s the captain of the basket ball team and
he’s the most popular guy in school. But Derek is also know for going
after any virgins at his school which he is how he gets the nick name
“Mr. Virginity”. To Derek it’s fun crossing names off the list as he
helps usher in the virgins into the world of sex. It’s nearing the
end of his senior year and there is just one last person still holding
on to their virginity. Their is a reason why Derek left nerdy, hipster,
social award, star wars loving Stiles Stilinski for last
Chris hoisted Stiles over his shoulder. “I’m pulling rank. We need a
snack.” He punctuated with a swift smack to Stiles’ bottom. “We’re going
to eat you up, pretty boy. Then you can go back to cooking. Sound like a
(2,182 I Not Rated I Complete) *chris/stiles, magic!stiles
You could not blame Chris for this. Really. He was
getting older, his senses still sharp but not what they were as a
younger man. At 42 he couldn’t be expected to be constantly aware of his
surroundings while in his own home. Also, it was before coffee, which
should be excuse enough.
It also wasn’t his fault that his
daughter decided to invite the werewolf pack she was apart of to their
apartment, before dawn. It was Saturday and Chris wanted to sleep in
before his date. But no, he was too nervous. God, he had a date. And he
was nervous about it! His boyfriend made him feel like an awkward twenty
something not a grown man with an established name in his career.
So, lack of proper sleep, increasing age, unyielding nerves, and his daughter were clearly to blame.
They’ve been together long enough now that they don’t have arguments
over the big stuff anymore: there’s a few things they’ve each accepted
as fact. Derek hates Olive Garden. Stiles refuses to let Derek work on
the Jeep. Derek doesn’t dance. They’re never going to get
werewolf-married because Stiles is never going to do the thing where
Derek locks his werewolf dick in Stiles’s ass and jizzes all up his
colon while they lie on a bed of rose petals and listen to mood music.
(7,131 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, stilinski family feels
Then, he gets the text. The text, okay. I’m pregnant,
it reads. All unassuming, no punctuation or emoticons or, you know,
actual emotion. Derek checks the date. It’s not April first. It’s the
beginning of March, which Derek probably should have remembered. A
moment later, another text comes in that says, Dad says I should have waited to tell you in person. Then, two seconds after that, He also says I shouldn’t have admitted that I told someone before you. Love you, boo. Call me.
“Eight people are going to be descending on our home in
a mere matter of days, Derek.” Stiles grabs the pizza box, uses it to
gesture at the pile of books and papers under the table, away and
towards Derek’s sneaker collection. “You want them to think we live like
this all the time?”
“We do live like this all the time,” Derek huffs, stretching lazily.