derek has a bed!

little spoon

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

*whispers* I have no idea if any of this is realistic. Don’t judge me.

You guys know by now that practically everything I write is so so fluffy, but this is just like, a whole other level. A little over 4k words of enemies-to-lovers, bed-sharing, & cuddling. ;)  

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The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.

Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.

Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”

It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.

The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.

He can, however, afford half of it.

“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.

“Yes,” Stiles says.

“No,” Derek says at the same time.

Scott looks more concerned.

Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”

“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”

“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.

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[All of this happened because I wanted to write something about Stiles not being able to sleep without his pillow. Spoiler alert: his pillow is Derek.]

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Derek tries not to look too hurt when Stiles says he’s going back to Washington, but when the Sheriff claps his back and Scott offers him a friendly hug, he knows he failed. But after everything, after the other night - it just doesn’t feel fair.

-

“It was a nice road trip, wasn’t it?” Stiles had said after they’ve won, after everything was done, their friends were alive and fine and Derek finally got his loft back. “I mean, we had some fun, right?”

Derek smiled without looking away from the flowers the Sheriff got him as a housewarming gift. “Yeah.” He answered, finally turning around. “It was nice to spend time with you.” It was more than nice and he cursed himself for not being able to say it, still, after everything, after the nights spent driving and talking and fucking in deserted roads.

“Yeah.” Stiles agreed easily. He was the one who started it after all, always showing up to save Derek - despite Derek saving him back plenty of times - always being there, trusting him, smiling and laughing like Derek makes him happy. “What will you do now that you’re a free man again?”

Derek shrugged. “I always wanted to start a farm, maybe raise some sheep?” When Stiles blinked at him, surprised, Derek let out a snort.

“Fuck you, I almost believed it!” Stiles said, punching his shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.” Derek shook his head, still smiling. 

You’re ridiculous.” Stiles stressed, his hand still on Derek’s shoulder, touching, teasing. “I’m -“ Derek didn’t let him finish then, turning around and just pressing their lips together.

He didn’t want to listen then - and in hindsight maybe he should’ve - but without the haste, the guilt of having a nice time whilst their friends could be dying, Derek couldn’t wait, he just wanted to worship Stiles’ body, just wanted to kiss all the places he couldn’t reach before when they were squeezed in the backseat of Stiles’ car. 

And so he did, he made Stiles moan his name the entire night and he moaned Stiles’ own just as louder. Just to have his heart crushed the morning after.

-

“I’m gonna miss you.” Stiles says, his Jeep packed and ready to go. To leave everything behind.

It’s unfair, Derek knows. Stiles didn’t make promises and neither did he, but he can’t help how he feels. He understands Stiles doesn’t want to be in Beacon Hills anymore and that’s his choice, but Derek made his own and he’s tired of running away.

He’s never felt closer to his family than when he’s here, he’s already lost enough and he doesn’t want to lose his home. But somehow, as Stiles drives away, he feels like he just did.

-

I miss you, Derek thinks every day, staring at the black screen of his phone and wondering if he should actually write those words and send them to Stiles. He decides against it and despite the fact he was joking before, on the third day after Stiles left, Derek buys a farm.

He tells Lydia first during lunch at her favorite restaurant - she was adamant they had to become best friends and Derek enjoys her company so he lets it happen easily - and she tells him he’s not allowed to wear plaid around her. Then he tells Scott and two days later, he shows up at Derek’s front door with all kinds of seeds - “We need pumpkins for Halloween, Derek. Make it happen!”.

It’s something to do with his hands, something to work on. Create life, instead of ending them, build things, instead of destroying. He feels good, better and healing. Cora says he’s calmer now and Derek smiles, despite knowing she won’t be able to see him, and tells her he is.

Some days Stiles texts him, others he doesn’t. Derek reads the ones he has every night before going to bed, but he never answers them.

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Don’t you think Stiles would find inordinate comfort in Derek’s full shift? Like, the idea of curling up with him is so inviting that Stiles can’t resist. 

Derek’s never really been all that big on words. Usually, he’s all glare and growl, but when he’s a wolf, he’s just a giant puppy that needs love when he’s not ripping throats out with his teeth. 

The first time it happens, it wasn’t even Stiles that initiated the snuggle fest. 

Stiles had been hurt in a fight and Derek hadn’t brought extra clothes with him to change into, because really, who plans to be attacked? So Derek just hopped up on Stiles’ bed in his wolf form to check on him. Nudged him with his nose and whined a little. 

Or course, Stiles tried to brush it off with his usual ‘I’m fine, big guy, don’t worry about it’ spiel and a few flailing limbs, but Derek wasn’t buying it. Instead, he lay down with Stiles, head on his shoulder and nose tucked against Stiles’ neck.

It becomes common occurrence. When Stiles is hurt or feels down, he just buries his face in Derek’s fur because Derek won’t mock or judge him for the tears, and he listens. Wolf Derek is the best listener. He gives sympathetic growls, whines, and nuzzles in all the right places.

On more than one occasion, the Sheriff has walked into Stiles’ bedroom to find Derek curled up on the bed with Stiles. Stiles isn’t always awake, but Derek just sort of lifts his head to assess the intrusion, and then tucks his nose back under Stiles’ body because Stiles is draped over him.

But eventually, Derek starts seeking Stiles out on his own, or starts shifting just so they can cuddle. Derek deserves love and cuddles too.

And then one day, when Stiles walks into the loft, Derek was already stripping off his sweater so he could shift, and Stiles just hugs him with a soft ‘don’t.’ It takes Derek a second, but he wraps his arms around Stiles and presses his nose to Stiles’ pulse and whispers ‘okay.’

anonymous asked:

as long as we're talking about stiles as hale bait, can i just say that i've always wanted to find an au fic in which stiles finds out that he accidentally has dated/slept with like half the hale family? like he and derek meet and start dating and it's totally love and then derek takes him home and oh shit. there's his first highschool girlfriend who things ended awkwardly with aka cousin malia. who has her mom's last name since her parents never got married.

and then cora comes downstairs and oh hey cora! awesome. they dated for a bit in college but there wasn’t much of a spark so it only last a few months and then they actually became total bros. like he’s still really good friends with her? he probably should have made the connection between hale and hale, but he met cora at berkeley and she doesn’t talk about her family that much so it didn’t occur to him. still this is getting kind of weird? and then there’s “cousin” (packmate) erica who stiles

had a brief friends with benefits kind of thing with last year. no big, right? and then oh shit why does that older guy sitting next to derek’s parents and leering at him look so familiar? or right, he met him at a club one time when he was in between significant other’s and they hooked up in the bathroom. and apparently he’s the father of his first girlfriend. awwwkward. stiles has never felt so uncomfortable and confused in his life. why is this happening to him?

what is up with this family and him? is he some kind of hale-sexual or something? he’d been operating under the assumption that he was bi, but apparently all the people he’s ever been attracted to are part of this family. derek meanwhile has wrapped himself jealously around stiles and is glaring at everyone is his family including his parents (who honestly do not have any designs on their son’s boyfriend) and laura. who has not stopped laughing since they figured out what was going on.


I need to read a long fic on this! 

Because at first Stiles is like, “Derek, are you punking me?” 

And Derek is all, “What?” 

“Are you punking me?” Stiles eyes grow wide. “Oh my god. Is this an intervention? Do I do something weird in bed and you all got together to tell me to stop it?” 

“Do you do something weird in bed.” It’s not even a question. Derek has no idea what the fuck is going on at this point. 

“Derek! These people are not your family.” 

“They are,” Derek says. 

“Oh. My. God.” Stiles is three shades paler than usual. “Derek, I have slept with all of these people.” 

“What?” It’s Derek’s turn to go pale. 

Stiles points them all out. “Malia, hi, haven’t see you since high school. Nice blonde girl from the bakery whose name escapes me now and I am so, so sorry, hello.” He swallows and his throat clicks. “Hot older dude from the club.” 

“Peter,” the man says, extending his hand. He flashes a wicked smile. “Peter Hale. I’m Malia’s father.” 

Stiles squeaks. 

Derek bats his hand away and growls. 

“Um, Cora, yep, really should have put that together, I guess,” Stiles says, raking his fingers through his hair. “Um, Isaac, right? From my political science class last year. And…” His jaw drops when Laura grins at him. 

“Laura lives in New York,” Derek growls. “She literally lives in New York.” 

“Second stall in the Terminal Three bathroom at LAX, right?” Laura asks, and gives Stiles the finger guns. 

“Oh god,” Stiles says. 

All in all, it’s one of Derek’s most interesting family dinners. Alan Deaton thinks it has something to do with their wolves being drawn to Stiles, in knowing that he’d be a good fit for the pack. Stiles is mortified, but Derek’s surprisingly okay with it. 

He’s just glad that when his parents finally made it downstairs that Stiles didn’t recognise them too… 

He takes quite a lot of comfort in that, actually. 

anonymous asked:

Imagine Nursey is touch-starved, but a little insecure about it and Dex is uncomfortable with PDA (It's none of their damn business anyway)

Hey, I…..got carried away. Here is 2.5k of NurseyDex cuddling! Hope you enjoy!

- c.g.


Dex had resolved upon his return to Samwell for his sophomore year to give Derek a chance.

They’d finally had the impending blowout that’d been building all year, and it had been… revealing, challenging.

Things had been said on both sides that were – not worth dwelling on. But, some of what Derek had said, voice raw, hair disheveled, eyes raging, no veneer of “chill” to be found, had been a wakeup call:

  • Will had a temper
  • Will shut people out - his classmates, his teammates, even his friends
  • Will seemed to openly support policy-makers that would keep his friends living in the margins
  • Will could do this because, whether he decided to own up to his bi-curiosity or not, Will was a white man

And while he’d called Nursey out on being a judgmental asshole, he’d also been a little floored by how raw, how hurt Nurse had seemed by Will’s standoffishness (dislike). It was jarring to realize that anything that he did even mattered to his d-man. He himself had been frustrated by Derek’s almost immediate disapproval, but everything about Mr. Andover-Manhattan had seemed to scream unshakable nonchalance.

But, by the end of their argument Dex had seen mirrored in Nursey’s eyes the same frustrating desire to be acknowledged and accepted that he was all too used to wrestling with himself. It was clear that Nursey had just had more practice hiding it than Dex had ever had to learn.

That look had pricked at Will’s conscience throughout the summer. Even after he’d apologized, he knew that something was going to have to change. He couldn’t justify causing anyone to feel self-conscious or unvalued, not if he was aware of it and could do something about it.

So, Dex had decided to just try with Nurse this year.

It meant he spent more time watching Nursey. Derek Nurse, he’d realized, would never willingly give away a weakness if he could (relatable, actually). So, if he was going to keep from losing his temper with Derek, he’d have to watch him. Watch for the glint in his eye that meant he was joking. Watch for the crease between his brows that meant he was tired. Watch for the biting of his thumb which meant he was nervous. Just watch him for any little sign of humanity that might make him make sense.

That’s why he noticed it:

  • The longing looks as Ransom and Holster snuggled…everywhere
  • The bittersweet edge to his smile when Shitty swooped Jack into an epic celly hug
  • The disappointment when Chowder pulled away during couch time to go hang out with Farmer

Dex, used to being around his own large and tactile family, recognized that familiar, touch-starved itch when he saw it.

It nearly drove him crazy last year, but his oldest sister had come down a few times for business and insisted on squeezing in as many sibling snuggles as she could.

But, Nursey doesn’t have siblings, and – as awesome and supportive as their team can be – it’s pretty clear that Derek’s not getting what he needs there, and that he’s likely too shy to ask.

Luckily for Derek, Dex’s sister doesn’t have a business trip planned for another few months and Dex, well, he likes efficiency. With one act he can 1.) stop watching Derek mope, 2.) meet his own snuggling quota 3.) maybe start mending the breach between them.


A year of roadies, shared classes, and group texting has taught him that Friday at noon is pretty universally acknowledged as NapTime™, at least among the SMH.

So, at 11:40, Dex changes into his softest sweats, his fuzziest socks, and the pre-laundered double-blended SMH tee he knows Bitty helped Lardo pick out, and heads over to Nurses dorm.

His timing is impeccable.

Nursey answers the door already groggy and cotton-clad. Dex barely gives him time to voice his confused query before pushing him backwards through the door.

“Dex, man, what the hell?”

Dex doesn’t even pause, just plops himself onto Nursey’s bed and starts pulling off his shoes.

“NapTime™, Nursey.”

After getting both shoes off and tucked neatly under the bed, Dex takes off his hoodie and throws it over the back of the chair by the desk.

“Yes, it is NapTime™. And you are here.”

Dex steals himself and looks up, meets Nursey’s very sleepy, very confused eyes. His lips twitch as he takes in the chill-less pout on his d-man’s face.

“Yes, Derek. To sleep.” He says it slowly. Nursey’s eyes narrow at the insinuation that he’s somehow the lost party here.

Dex merely shrugs and kicks his feet up onto the bed, laces his fingers behind his head and stares Nursey down.

He’s left Derek room on the inside of the bed, but the narrow twin bed the dorm’s come with mean that the only way they’re both fitting is for grade A snuggling.

Derek’s pout deepens as he tries to process what’s happening here, but Dex can see that either the invitation or the need to sleep is quickly superseding Derek’s needs for answers.

“This isn’t… You’re not gonna like… Gah – You did come over here to sleep in my bed, right?”

Dex nods.

“And this isn’t a prank?”

“No, man.”

Derek’s eyes flick over Dex’s face before he nods and shuffles toward the bed.

“I don’t know what’s happening here, but you forfeited chirping rights when you crawled in my bed. And judgement. You don’t get to judge me for –” he waves his hands around ineffectually. His eyes are already starting to close again.

“Yeah, ok. No judging. Now, get in bed.” Dex tugs at Nursey’s shirt, and Nursey stumbles and then tumbles over and onto Dex. And, instead of shifting over and away, snuggles further into Dex’s shoulder.

“No judging,” he hears Nursey mumble into his shoulder.

Dex sighs, content, and pulls his other hand from under Derek to sink into Nursey’s curls.

“Good night, Nurse.”


Dex wakes up to the feeling of Nursey attempting to burrow even further into him, burying his head even further into the crook under Dex’s chin.

“Settle down,” Dex grumbles.

His only reply is a groan and a tightening of Nurse’s arms around him. His sighs, content, briefly believing he be able to settle back into sleep. However, it takes less than a moment to understand why Nurse had been trying to hide away.

“You gotta get it. Alarm’s just gonna keep ringing.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Me neither, but you set it for a reason.”

“Mmm. Study group.”

“For your chemistry class. You gotta go.”

Dex feels more than sees Nurse’s head pop up. He rests his chiseled (read: bony) chin on Dex’s chest.

“You’ve got that project due soon.”

“I know that. Why do you?”

“Because you’ve been whining about it in the group text. A lot.”

Nursey’s still in that sleep-vulnerable place where emotions flit unchecked across his face. Dex watches the surprise play out over Derek’s face, his green eyes finally narrowing.

“You never read the group text.”

“Wrong,” Dex clears his throat. “I never talk in the group text.”

“Mmm,” Dex can feel Nursey’s hum vibrating through his own chest. “So you’ve been lurking. Like a creep.”

And in the space of a three words Dex can feel the familiar burn of his own temper rising up. His cheeks burn. He’s not a fucking creep. The group just moves so fast sometimes, and the jokes get so barbed or so obscure that –

“Just like Jack, man.” Derek’s finally dislodged his bony chin from Dex’s chest to nuzzle one last time into Dex’s shoulder. “Just quietly collecting info on everyone only to come out of the blue with a wicked burn when least expected.”

Derek’s body unfurls into one long stretch that presses along Will’s side before he pushes himself up from the bed, a grin flashing across his face as he starts swapping out his sweats for jeans.

“Respect, man.”

Dex watches from the bed as Nursey pulls his oversized t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. He shakes his head as he rifles around his dressers. The muscles of his back pull and bunch under bronze skin.

“Who fucking knew,” he hears Derek say, almost under his breath. “Will Poindexter, man of fucking mystery.”

Ridiculously chiseled abs disappear under a tight, white t-shirt. The t-shirt disappears under what’s surely a ridiculously expensive flannel.

Derek turns back to the bed where Dex has…..ridiculously been staring….unmoving.

“Feel free to stay as long as you want, man,” Derek says. He runs a hand through his curls. His shirt rises; he pulls it back down, covering the cut V of his hips over his jeans. “The door locks on its own.”

He spins, hip checks the dresser, curses, and grabs his bag.

“The door’s self-locking. And. Um. Thanks for the nap.”

Said door slams behind him.


Shared NapTime™ becomes a Thing.

The week after their first nap is tense. He keeps expecting Chowder to come flail at him about his mad cuddling skills or Holster to come clap him on the shoulder and ask if he can join NapTime™, too. But no one does.

He’s aware of Nursey’s eyes on him like they’ve never really been before, following him with a furrowed brow, probably waiting for the other shoe to drop, too.

But it never does.

And at 11:40 on Friday Dex knocks on Nursey’s door. He’s jumpy. Sleep-fuzzy, but antsy, bouncing on his feet.

“I can leave if you don’t want to,” Dex offers.

“Don’t. I mean – I want to. I don’t know why you want to, but –” Derek pulls his door further open.

Dex walks past, shedding his hoodie. It’d gotten overly warm last time.

“It’s simple, Nurse. I need sleep. You need sleep. There’s this bed here.” Dex pulls his shoes off.

“We’re gonna ignore the part where you have your own bed?”

Dex lies down and tugs on Nursey’s t-shirt, so he does the tumble-cuddle down onto the bed.

“Mmhmm,” he hums. “We’re ignoring it.”

Derek tosses a leg over one of Dex’s and throws an arm around his waist, tucks his head into Dex’s shoulder and relaxes.

“Whatever, man. Man of mystery.” He giggles to himself before quieting down to sleep.  


And so, yeah, they nap.

Once a week at first, and then more frequently as hockey season starts up rife with intense practices, games, and roadies.

It’s their secret. A private indulgence that slowly starts to inform their public interactions. Nothing crazy just:

  • You don’t hold grudges against the dude whose curls you plan on finger-combing later
  • You don’t pick petty fights with your bro when there’s soothing back-scratches on the line
  • You speak up when you’re confused about a biting joke when it seems at odds with the soft smiles you’ve been accustomed to waking up to
  • You check in when you notice stress tensing your d-man’s shoulders
  • You develop little inside jokes when you’re stumbling sleepily around each other’s rooms, tripping over discarded sweats and shoes
  • You accept a profile on his Netflix account when –

Listen, needless to say, Nursey becomes a friend – an adorably cuddly friend. Who turns out to be a complete dork. He was bashful smiles and sleep mussed hair. All cheesy lines (when not penning lines of poetry that send goosebumps up Dex’s arms) and clumsy limbs. It was revelatory to realize Nursey spent so much time artfully reclined because he could not keep himself upright and uninjured off the ice. It was probably to balance out his perfect fucking face.

Which…was not a problem for Dex. Not at all.


Nursey stumbles from Dex’s en suite (one of the few perks of living in the Honors’ dorm) and tumbles to the bed. Dex watches as Nursey kicks his sweats, long legs flail - flexing hard-won muscle. He flops when he’s finally gotten the last bit of fabric from around his ankle.

It’s clear that the last round of all-nighters and finals has left Nurse wiped.

“Deeeeex,” this can only be classified as a whine.

Dex smiles, but turns back to his laptop before he can succumb to the temptation behind him. Nursey may be finished with his all-nighters, but Dex still has one more in front of him.

“No can do, Der. One more project, and then I’m yours.”

Derek groans, but Dex hears him roll over and settle in anyway.

Dex stretches and gets to it.


He’s still got a blessed few hours before the sun rises when he finally crawls in bed. Nursey is deliciously sleep-warm and Dex curls right around him.

He’s met with an appreciative moan as Derek rolls over.

It’s customary. Derek sleeps on his belly – well, half on top of Dex – and usually flings an arm or leg (both, it’s usually both) over Dex.

What’s not customary:

“Babe,” Derek murmurs, pulling Dex in close. Derek’s hand sweeps up Dex’s side, caresses his neck, before burying itself into Dex’s hair.

Dex finds himself curled onto his side, Nursey’s leg wedged between his own.

“Will,” Nursey groans. Dex breathes the word in on Nursey’s breath. Nursey’s fingers combing through his hair send a shiver down his spine that leave him pressed closer to Derek.

“Missed you.” These – these words are pressed into his mouth. Derek’s perfect mouth brushes against Dex’s with a sweet, aching softness before –

“Shit!”

“Fuck!” Dex screams, curling around his balls. “Dammit, Nurse. Stop flailing. Shit. Stop. Stop it. Please. Just – give me a minute, yeah. But. Just chill for a sec, yeah?”

Nursey stops moving, finally. When will catches his breath, what he finds breaks his heart a little.

Derek’s curled himself into the smallest space he can, back against the wall, clearly trying not to touch Dex at all. He’s got his thumbnail between his teeth and, goodness, there’s fear in his mossy eyes.

“Derek, you gotta come here, ok. I’m sore and sleepy, and just, will you come here, please.”

“Will – Dex – shit. I’m sor–”

“Stop. Derek. You can apologize if it’s not something you want, and there’s some other Will-Dex you were thinking of. But, you know, on the off chance it was me – come here, dammit.”

Nursey crawls over to lean just over Dex.

Gosh, he’s adorable.

Dex reaches up, sinking a hand into Derek’s hair.

“Dex, bro, I –” Derek’s face sinks into an anxious pout. “You’re a really good cuddler. And hot. And your body. Shit bro, I’ve been trying to be good, but – don’t hate me?”

Dex huffs a laugh before forcefully rolling them over, careful to avoid Nursey’s knees.

“I gave up hating you, like, a whole 6 months ago. Keep up, Derek.”

Dex kisses the growing smile from Nursey’s face. His mouth opens beautifully, and for a time there’s nothing but the obscene slick and slide of Derek’s mouth, his tongue, and teeth.

It’s – god, it’s fucking good. But.

He presses his forehead to Nursey’s and revels in the feel of Derek’s hands roaming under shirt. Skin to skin.

“You’ve no idea how much I want to follow this to it’s natural end, bro, but – NapTime™ first?”

Dex grins.

“Mmhmm. Sleep first. This,” he presses a kiss to Derek’s forehead as they settle in. “This after.”

anonymous asked:

Hi!!!! For your Sweet Affectionate Moments Meme, number 32 please!! Pretty please with Sterek??? PS: Love your writing!!!

32. Getting caught in the act.

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“Now–” Stiles’ dad says, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “I can understand the first time. You were young, had been dating for a few weeks. Hell, sometimes I couldn’t resist your mother either.”

Stiles thumps his head against the kitchen table and groans.

“And the second time was my fault.” His dad continues. “I walked in without knocking, I’ve learned my lesson.” He still glares at Derek though, like it’s his fault Stiles ended up the way he is. “But for god’s sake, you have a daughter now.”

Said daughter is currently sitting on the floor, mouthing at Derek’s fingers and drooling all over herself. She can’t even sleep the entire night yet.

Dad,” Stiles cries out, “can’t you just –”

“It won’t happen again, sir.” Derek says, barely holding his laughter at Stiles’ horrified expression.

What?” Stiles yells, making Mia start laughing at the noise. He takes a moment to smile down at his daughter and then turns to his husband again. “But – I like having sex on the couch.”

“Stiles!” Both Derek and Stiles’ dad scream.

“What? I do!” He points at Derek. “And it’s not like you said no.”

Derek ducks his head down, the tip of his ears going red. Hah, he likes having sex on the couch too. Stiles grins.

“I’m too old for this.” His dad complains, running a hand through his hair. “Give me my granddaughter.” He gestures for Mia and Derek passes her quickly. Stiles always found adorable how even after ten years Derek is still scared of Stiles’ dad.

Mia laughs as her grandfather tickles her and they all stare at her, amazed.

“Bring her back by six!” Stiles yells at his father’s retreating back, waving as Mia smiles at him.

“Seven!” He screams back. “So you learn not to have sex where your daughter can see!”

“She’s ten months, she doesn’t even know what a blow-” Derek clasps a hand over his mouth.

“Just stop talking, please.” He mutters, watches as Stiles’ dad drives off and then heads back inside. To do laundry probably, Stiles frowns, Derek loves being all domestic when they’re baby-free.

Such a wasted time.

“We need to start locking the door.” He says, following Derek into the kitchen.

“We need to stop having sex on the couch.”

Stiles throws his hands up. “Ah, come on. Not you too!”

“We do have a baby, Stiles.” Derek says, collecting the toys they had laid out for Mia to play while they were in the kitchen. “We have to be more careful.”

“But I like having sex on the couch.” Stiles says. “I like being able to touch you all the time.”

“But you do–”

“We spent a long time not being able to do that.” He still remembers the two years away, Derek in New York and Stiles calling him at night, pretending he just wanted to ask about a book or if Derek would buy him a Mets jersey. He remembers missing Derek like crazy, going to New York just to see him and then spending the entire weekend trying not to give away his feelings.

Mostly, he remembers Derek kissing him on his last night there, remembers the feeling of finally being able to be with him, to run a hand over his hair and drop a kiss on his shoulder just because. He remembers Derek promising they’d be together forever.

“Stiles,” Derek says, kissing the top of his head, “I love you. That’s never going to change. But I also love our daughter and I’d rather not answer to sex questions before she’s at least thirteen.”

Despite himself, Stiles snorts, slumping against Derek’s chest. “Fine. No sex on the couch or the kitchen table. Forever. This is so unfair.”

“Well, you know she’ll move out eventually, right?” Derek asks.

The thought of his adorable baby girl growing up and going to college or even getting married is not something Stiles is prepared to deal with now. “Hey! One problem at a time!” Derek snorts, pulling Stiles in for a kiss.

“Come on, we can still have sex in our bed.”

Stiles grins, forgetting about Mia and his dad and everything else as Derek begins to unbutton his shirt. “I like the way you think.”

In the end it doesn’t really matter if it’s on the couch or the bed, as long as Stiles has Derek, the location is only a detail.

Soft Boy™ Derek Hale

There are many reasons why I think Derek Hale is a soft boy™ underneath all of his brooding and anger. These are my first headcanons and writing please be gentle with your criticisms.  

Originally posted by holyhalehottness

  • The way he dips his chin when he smiles like he’s embarrassed to show that he is happy. After all the bad things that have happened to him he doesn’t smile much so when he does he gets quite shy.
  • He likes having his hair played with it relaxes him to have someone touch him softly instead of hurting him.
  • Derek likes cooking like really enjoys it. Whether it for himself or for others, the smell of food coming from the oven or the stove fills him with warmth. 
  • He wants to keep everyone safe. He has grown such a close relationship with the pack. He’d be so upset if he lost them or if they got hurt because he would immediately blame himself. 
  • Derek knows the names of most flowers their meanings and their meanings in different colors.
  • When Derek was younger he was a total momma’s boy. He loved spending time with his mom. He would help her with food shopping and do other things to help his mom.
  • Even though his werewolf abilities keep him warm enough, Derek likes to sleep with a bunch of soft fluffy blankets. 
  • Derek likes candy like a lot. His favorite caramel. 
  • He smells warm like cinnamon when he isn’t running around fighting or sweating from training.
  • He’s really embarrassed about it but Derek really likes having his tummy rubbed. After an especially stressful and hard day. He just wants to lay down with you while you rub his tummy and stroke his hair until melts into the bed.
  • When Derek first wakes up he has terrible (-ly adorable) bed head. His hair is sticking in different directions. It’s matted down in the back and front of his head.
  • He really loves cuddling a lot. He likes the safety and comfort of being wrapped in another person’s arms. He has his head on your chest so he can listen to your heart beat. He’s the calmest at those moments.
  • He finds the fact that caring about you makes him the man he is now since it’s been so long since he cared for someone.
  • He’s been hurt so many times emotionally and from emotional abuse from Kate  and Peter makes him very soft. 
  • He likes watching Disney movies. His favorite movie is Lilo and Stitch because of how the characters are all a family even though they are all different. He thinks the pack is like that. 


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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you rec some good bottom!derek fics?

Hi there! Of course we will! You should also check our Bottom Derek tag!

BOTTOM DEREK

The Unicorn In Me by Emela

Derek touches a Unicorn and it doesn’t try to kill him, despite the fact he is no longer a virgin. When Peter tells the pack about Kate, Stiles makes it his mission to give Derek the kind of relationship he deserves.


Mauve by bleep0bleep

It’s been ten years since he’s seen Derek Hale, but Stiles would recognize that ass anywhere.


Chasing The Twister by LadyDrace

Derek is needy and hates it. Stiles tries to help.


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It’s still the same. I love to draw Stiles face, but Dereks and his beard/stubbles and everything are still the most calming part of every drawing.
I’m quite happy with his face here, so have another WIP already, ke ke. 

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Other WIPs of this works.

DEXNURSEY AU

AU where Derek “Nursey” Nurse is the director of a musical. Will “Dex” Poindexter is the master set builder. Jack is the leading man. Lardo paints EVERYTHING. Ford is the stage manager. Chowder does lights. Bitty does costume and makeup. Ransom and Holster are the comic relief duo. Shitty plays the motherfucking piano. Whiskey and Tango bust it up on the drums and saxophone respectively. We have Farmer as our leading lady. Johnson is the critic coming to see the musical. HMU with anyone I forgot. Here’s some deets:

  • Nursey wrote this musical himself over a week where all he consumed was coffee and granola bars (basically sleep wasn’t a thing when he wrote it)
  • The musical is Nursey’s child, so he will only be satisfied when his vision is perfectly fulfilled
  • Nurse is a nice director. He doesn’t push you past your limits, but he will ask you to get close. He makes sure there’s enough food for everyone. There are group hugs at the end of any tough rehearsal
  • That all said, he knows absolutely nothing about building something, which frustrates Dex to no end
  • Derek will have these ornate set designs drawn out only to have Will shut them down because they’re just not physically possible
  • Will can build anything if you just say the word though
  • Directors have gotten into fist fights to have him build their set
  • Little does Derek know that Will volunteered to do this set because he thinks Derek is HAWT
  • Concept: Will and Derek end up in bed together. Nursey has a nightmare about the show being a disaster and Will comforts him
  • Jack takes acting Very Seriously. He’s amazing too. The man can go from decrepit, old beggar to prince in 0.5 seconds
  • Lardo is a maestro with a paintbrush. She is known for her hyper realistic painting style.
  • Marry someone like Ford tbh. The whole cast loves her and she loves them back. Ford is the single string holding everything together. She is a blessing
  • Chowder is a beast in the lighting booth. His focus is unshakable because he cannot miss his cue. Then when he leaves the booth, he’s his sweet self again.
  • Chow and Cait are rumored to have done some deeds in the lighting booth
  • Bitty can sew faster than any sewing machine and he will race one to show it to you. All he needs is your measurements and a design and he will have your costume done in no time.
  • He will also Beat Your Face. Bitty can do any transformative makeup on you and you won’t even recognize yourself
  • Jack and Bitty are In Love. They are often found giving each other kisses and pep talks in the men’s dressing room.
  • Rams and Hols can just walk onstage and the audience will be roaring with laughter. Their energies are so compatible and infectious that no one can watch them and genuinely say they hated them

More deets to come, but somebody should write it

panicatthe-bands  asked:

Can you please do number 148? ☺️

THIS IS REALLY LONG BUT THIS PROMPT WAS REALLY GOOD! I HOPE YOU ENJOY! OMFG THIS ISN’T EVEN A DRABBLE IT’S A FULL FIC, IT’S OVER 1k, LUCKY YOU LOL! Here’s #148: “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”


The best thing about having a best friend is the fact you’re constantly with said best friend. That being said if Stiles could move in with Derek he totally would because their best friendom has reached epic proportions.

Sometimes Stiles will come over after school and Derek will be out of the room and Talia straight up asks him if he can help with the dishes. Derek leaves only to return with two plates for dinner with what Stiles likes to call the “optimum portion” on his plate. His father has inside jokes with Derek that Stiles will never understand. Hell, they’ve taken showers at each other’s houses and when they fail to have a certain clothing item they just take it from the other.

So yeah, be jealous, Derek is his best friend in the whole world.

Of course they stepped on each other’s toes, fought about the world’s most stupid shit, and occasionally were too sassy for the world to handle. Laura and Cora call them an old married couple much to their dismay. Except there really isn’t another way to describe them, it’s a pretty good comparison.

However they’re seventeen, Stiles is a man with needs.

…Derek needs.

The transition between sophomore and junior year did wonders for Derek. He hit the whole puberty thing like a pro. Skipped the acne train, managed to miss the squeaky voice memo, and ran straight into hot adult mode. He’s tall, dark, stubbly (or beardy depending on the day), and built like the hulk. So yeah…Derek got hot and Stiles was secretly all about that. Stiles was only human and his dick can’t control itself when it comes to his best friend.

Long story short, the whole sharing a bed thing had stopped too. Which sucked because Derek before and after puberty is actually a furnace and Stiles runs cold naturally. It worked really well Now? Now Stiles can’t deal with Derek’s soft sleeping puppy face combined with his shirtless chest in the mornings. At least not in the same bed.

While it pains him and Derek has questioned him on this, the solution was simple. Derek had a bed in his room, hence the name bedroom, but he also had this shitty futon for their late night gaming/movie extravaganzas. That was it, that was the solution, Stiles sleeps on the shitty futon that is too short for him now and his legs always fall off while Derek gets the bed.

Tonight they’re at Derek’s house, and it’s quiet with Cora at some weekend camp thing and Laura off in college. So it was just them and they’d been semi working on their separate econ papers and just hanging out while stuffing their faces with junk food. The last time Stiles checked the clock it was just after two in the morning, but that felt like forever ago and his eyes have been shut for a while as sleep welcomed him.

This…this is when weird shit happened and he thought it was a dream the first time it occurred.

It started with his legs, which were already half off the futon. Hands grasped his calves and put them straight. Then he was draped in the red fuzzy blanket the Hales kept around just for him even though it was threadbare and on its last leg. For the grand finale there was always this pause before he got a kiss on the forehead.

That’s right. A kiss on the forehead.

From Derek.

He was so done with it. Well…not like actually done done but he was tired of just getting them when Derek assumed he was already asleep. He wanted them to be real. He wanted them on other places than his forehead like his mouth, his chest, his—

Just lots of places, alright? Is that too much for him to ask?

So tonight, when his forehead was greeted with the soft brush of Derek’s lips he finally worked up the courage to crack his eyes open despite the lids feeling like a million pounds. Their eyes met and he watched as Derek’s face and ears were suddenly alive with red splotchy patches of embarrassment.

“Uhh–”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” Stiles asked softly, rising so he was resting back on his elbows.

Derek stood there, and for a second the dorky shy kid he once knew was back, “I–um, do you want me to kiss you when you’re not sleeping?”

“Is that even a question? I mean I’ve kind of had a thing for you since freshman year big guy, but…if these were just best friend kisses then ignore me. That was a sleepy babble, don’t even acknowledge my words,” Stiles said.

There was this shift in shy dorky Derek, because suddenly that was replaced with this confident looking super hot version of Derek that Stiles had never seen but could totally get used to. For a beat they searched each other’s faces to see if there was any sign of hesitation or unsureness.

There was none.

Derek did this weird bending down thing and Stiles did this awkward scooting thing until they met in the middle. Hands cupped his face and his own ended up wound in Derek’s shirt, their heads tilted just so as their lips finally met. There wasn’t the fireworks like in movies but it felt damn good to kiss Derek. Of course Derek pulled him to his feet because the weird angle got to be too much.

Standing up only deepened the kiss and holy crap this could possibly top his love for curly fries. His love for kissing Derek. There needs to be a fanclub for this, obviously he’d be president and the only member, but still. The hint of facial hair Derek had tickled his mouth and chin, their tongues were suddenly involved and mingling, and it was just good.

So very awesomely good.

Eventually they pulled apart because oxygen, but they didn’t let go.

“Does this mean those weren’t best friend kisses or…?” Stiles asked, voice a little hoarse.

Derek smirked, “they were. You know it’s okay to be in love with your best friend right?”

“Well…in that case I love you and our best friend kisses.”


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Derek Didn't Know What To Do But Maybe Stiles Did

Also available on AO3. (Chapter Two here)

Chapter 1/3

Derek didn’t know what to do. Erica was hurt and bleeding and she wasn’t healing. Why wasn’t she healing? He couldn’t breath, he was losing his pack again and he felt absolutely helpless. He didn’t know how to be an alpha. Why he had ever fooled himself into thinking he could do this long enough to turn four teenagers was a question he didn’t have time to think about at the moment.

“Der-ek,” Erica rasped out. There was blood coating her lips, tinging her teeth a greasy burgundy and Derek couldn’t tell if it was coming from her nose or her mouth. “St- sti–”

Stiles, she was trying to say. Derek was struck dumb for a moment. He wanted to keep Stiles away from seeing them like this. This weak. Whether to protect Stiles or himself he wasn’t sure. But this wasn’t about Derek. It was about Erica. His beta. If she needed Stiles here, then he would get him here.

Scrambling for his phone in his pocket, Derek slipped his blood-wet fingers across the screen as he typed in Stiles’ number.

“It’s Erica,” he said into the receiver when Stiles picked up. “We need you here. Now.”

He expected Stiles to start bombarding him with questions but he surprised Derek when he responded with a simple, “Okay. I’ll be right there.”

Derek looked at his phone desperately when the line went dead but he knew that Stiles was already on his way. Erica looked up at him with desperate eyes and Derek brushed her sweaty hair from her face. He tried to slow his heartbeat and get her to match to his own, surprising himself when it started working.

Erica was in severe, excruciating pain and her whimpers still permeated the air. Derek took as much pain from her as he could, but his power was quickly draining.

“I’m here! I’m here!” Stiles ran into the clearing surrounding the Hale house carrying a … duffel bag? There was a god awful smell coming from it. Derek hoped it was something magical to help them and not just his gym clothes.

“What’s in the bag?” Derek asked.

“Potions, herbs, salves, books.” At the look Derek gave him, he said, “What? Deaton’s been teaching me.”

As he talked, Stiles had planted himself next to Erica and started rummaging quickly through his duffel for something. “Aha!”

He pulled out a small vial of dark green liquid, struggling to pull the cap off before handing it to Derek. Stiles moved closer to Erica, reaching out before freezing with his arms outstretched.

“It’s okay, Batman,” Erica whispered to him. Derek heard him swallow before Stiles slowly moved deeper into her space and took her hand within his own.

“I’ve got you, Catwoman. You’re okay,” said Stiles. “Derek I need you to put some of your power into the solution.”

“How?” Derek was getting more and more tense by the second. Erica’s heartbeat was getting weaker and Derek was worried that they’ve already run out of time.

“Hold it in your hands and think about the power you have. Push that into it. Not all of it!” Stiles hurried to add. “Just think of Erica, you’ll know how much she needs.”

You’ll know.

Derek looked at Stiles, eyes searching, and closed his eyes. Stiles could feel the temperature rise and lower in rapid succession in the air emanating from Derek’s body. The liquid in the vial didn’t glow or give an obvious sign of success but Stiles still knew that whatever Derek had done, it had worked.

Erica gripped Stiles’ hand tighter and tried reaching for the vial before collapsing back down, screeching and whining in pain as her movement caused the gash in her side to leak out more blood. “Give it –  to me –” she panted.

Derek gave Stiles the vial, as if him giving it to her would somehow cause more harm. Stiles stared into Derek’s scared eyes for a moment before swallowing audibly and taking a shaky breath.

“I’ve got you, Erica. I’ve got you.” The words were whispered and rushed and Stiles closed his eyes before pouring the contents of the vial down Erica’s throat, hoping against hope that it would work even though he knew it had to.

“Knew you would, Batman.”

In the silent moments that followed, Derek heard every ragged breath scrape out of Erica’s throat. He clutched her ankle, needing to be nearer to her, and gripped Stiles’ other hand. From one breath to the next they waited with baited breath until Derek started to hear the click and crack of her bones tying together. With each bone came an agonized cry from Erica.

It was slow and painful for everyone, obviously mostly Erica. But it worked. The last thing to heal was her skin and Derek looked in wonder as it knitted itself back together. He let his head fall on Stiles’ shoulder in unrestrained relief. He wasn’t losing his pack. At least not tonight. Erica would be okay.

“Thank you,” Derek exhaled into Stiles’ hoodie.

“Always,” Stiles said.

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anonymous asked:

Hello ladies! Was wondering if you know any fic where Stiles (or Derek) has a cat? ♥ thank you so much ♥

You enjoy these fics meow, Nonny ;) All Sterek cause I got that vibe it was what you wanted -Emmy

Originally posted by keanumovie

Mistakes by inatshej

(1,410 I Teen I Complete) 

Stiles hears sorry, which, yeah, sorry. Five letters of fucking nothing. But Derek starts talking about the fire – the anger – the bad place he’s been in, the mistakes.

The Curious Case of Miguella the Cat by whyamIalwaysLoislane (Whyamialwaysloislane) 

(2,165 I Mature I Complete) 

“PLEASE I REALLY CANNOT FIND MY CAT AND I KNOW IT IS THREE A.M. BUT NEIL CATRICK HARRIS AND I WOULD BOTH APPRECIATE THE HELP AU”

To me, You are Purrfect by A Fire in the Attic 

(2,392 I General I Complete) 

When Derek wakes up, there’s a cat in his apartment. “Oh,” he says. Because it’s not just a cat, it’s a pregnant cat. A pregnant cat giving birth. “Oh.”

Donutella and Her King by ashinourhearts 

(2,810 I Not Rated I Complete)

A cat found Derek. That’s it. Because Derek Hale and a kitty.

Take This Heart Away by LupusScintilla (Clandestinux) 

(2,860 I General I Complete)

Derek swallowed and said quietly, “I think. I, um.” This was far more difficult to say that he’d thought it would be. He’d been dealing with the situation for almost two weeks. He’d practiced saying what he needed to tell Dr Deaton in the mirror last night and this morning, but he couldn’t manage to find the words now.

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This work is un-beta’d.
There is nothing graphic about the medical examination. There is some discussion of bodily functions and medications.

Take Out Turkey Day by captaintinymite (augopher) 

(3,071 I Teen I Complete)  *human au, College student!Stiles

Graduate Student Stiles Stilinski is  alone as he studies in New York- well, aside from his only friend in the City. Derek lives in the same apartment building, and circumstances mean they will both be spending Thanksgiving alone. When Derek suggests they spend it together, Stiles jumps on the idea.

The only problem? Neither one of them can cook.

Episode Five - (You Are Incredibly) Pawsome! by GeeGollyWiz13 

(3,106 I Mature I Complete)   *roommates au

Scott and Stiles get a kitty. It’s a demon. It spills cups, bites Scott (who thinks it’s totally adorable), and prefers using the shower as a litter box. But for some insane reason, Derek is totally in love. With the cat.

Here Kitty Kitty by youfluttermywings 

(3,147 I General I Complete)

Derek finds an abandoned kitty in the back of an alleyway.

It may not look perfect, but to him it is.

It’s also named Mr Bubbles.

Stiles thinks it’s the cutest thing in the whole entire world.

Mine by alisvolatpropiis 

(3,166 I Explicit I Complete)   *hunter!Stiles

Stiles isn’t sure what he’s more surprised by when he wakes in the morning: that he slept better than he has in ages with Derek in his bed, or that Derek stayed the night at all. The relief he feels when he sees him there, sleeping comfortably, almost serenely, is palpable. They’re facing each other, close but not touching, and Stiles takes advantage of Derek’s slumber to watch him openly, taking in each exquisite line and curve of his chiseled face, the way his mouth is soft but still slightly downturned, long eyelashes lying delicately across his smooth skin. He’s astonishing.

And Home Before Dark by verity 

(3,175 I General I Complete)

The mystery of the absent Hale brother was hardly a mystery at all until he appeared at last, set on taking up residence out in the woods.

(In which Derek is a hedgewitch. With a cat.)

For Whom the Cat Meows by FireWithFire 

(3,566 I Mature I Complete)

Derek finds a kitty. Kitty hates Derek. Stiles has to help. It’s like the most twisted game of Rock-Paper-Scissors they’ve ever had to play.
Fluff ahead, because we all suspect that Derek may have a little bit softer side.
Does he?

Fish Died on Me by Mareridt 

(3,745 I Teen I Complete)

Derek stayed silent for a long minute. “Your best friend named his fish… Fish?” Stiles nearly brained himself on the counter. “This is really all you got from my speech?” he asked, not believing his luck. Derek leaned toward him, resting with his arms folded under him. “Well, it’s not like the part where you asked me to save your life was that interesting” he deadpanned.

The Heart May Be a Lonely Hunter, But the Cat Isn’t Anymore by BarlowGirl 

(4,611 I Teen I Complete) 

“Kind of an ugly thing, isn’t it?” Stiles asks.  Derek turns a glare on him. “Why are you even here?”  Stiles grins. “Because you plus a kitten is hilarious, Danny Zuko,” he says, reaching over and scratching the kitten’s neck.  The thing takes a swipe at him and takes a chunk of his arm with it. Stiles jolts backwards, trips over his own feet, and ends up on his ass on the floor.  Derek looks back at Deaton. “How would I go about keeping her?” Or: The one where Derek gets a kitten because of reasons.

Triple Trouble by GameCake 

(4,971 I Teen I Complete)

Of all the things Derek expected upon waking up, what happened was not it.

And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis 

(7,155 I Explicit I Complete)  *college au, accidental relationship

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

The Whole Glass of Water by ladyblahblah 

(8,045 I Teen I Complete)  *no pairing, suicidal thoughts, depression

Derek stands frozen for a moment, disbelieving, before his hands come slowly forward.  Its fur is surprisingly soft, and he buries his fingers in it as he strokes his way down its back.  He catches its hindquarters on instinct when it springs out of the cage and onto his chest, shoving it face cold nose-first into the crook of his neck, and beneath the rumble of its purrs Derek can still make out the careful ticking of its heart.

If he leaves it here, it’s going to die alone.  It’s a sentence he knows all too well.

“What sort of paperwork do you need me to fill out?”

Thoroughly Disarmed by Ionaonie 

(9,303 I General I Complete)

Stiles goes round to Derek’s place to investigate why the Pack have been banished from the loft. The reason is adorable.

Feline Persuasion by rensahannou (asmalltigercat) 

(15,033 I Teen I Complete)

Derek doesn’t need to worry about the cat living under the porch at his family’s old house, it’s just—Derek’s just used to worrying about things.

Double Negatives by coffeeinallcaps 

(16,337 I Explicit I Complete)  *human au, coffee ahop au

Derek and Laura run a pure food store and coffeehouse. There’s this boy Stiles who’s a regular customer. He’s infuriating, of course, but there’s something about him.

Cat Got Your Tongue by  sysrae

(18,243 I Explicit I Complete)   *human au, college au, professor!Derek

Derek is having a bad day and breaks down on a stranger’s doorstep.
Stiles is the stranger. He really doesn’t mind.
Also, there’s a cat.

The Skies Above are Blue by Trelkez 

(95,258 I Mature I WIP)  *human au

Derek is a wedding DJ. Stiles just happens to go to a lot of weddings.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought of sugar daddy nursey?

Will: Tell me you didn’t buy me four tempur-pedic pillows, Derek.

The text comes while he’s in the middle of a meeting with some supposed up-and-coming author who’s apparently the next big thing in YA Lit, despite the fact that he exclusively writes all-white heterosexual love-triangle romances. He’s not impressed, and he doesn’t actually need to hear the rest of the pitch to know that the girl will end up with the Misunderstood Bad Boy With a Heart of Gold, so he doesn’t feel too bad about checking his phone and answering the text.

To Will: I could, but you hate when I lie to you, sooooo

Will: Oh my god Derek these things cost like $80 and my dorm has a twin bed there’s no way they’ll all fit

To Will: You were complaining about your neck always hurting. These will help with that. And if you’d let me set you up in an apartment you could have a king-sized bed with all the tempurpedic pillows you want.

Will: Stop trying to buy me an apartment.

To Will: You don’t buy an apartment, darling, you rent it.

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I am the Alpha (Redemption Series: part 3)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 1446

Warnings: Angst, Smut!

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Redemption (Redemption Series: Part 1)
You miss me? (Redemption Series: part 2)


The Kanima is dead. Well, not really. The correct word is ‘reborn’. Eventually the Scott’s pack found that the Kanima was Jackson, a friend of theirs, and in the end when they defeated, he’s reborn as a werewolf.
And when we thought that things were returning to normal, a new pack has come to town to give problems: a pack of Alpha.
Me? I try to be a normal person: I go to school, I come home.. and so on.
Derek? Things are.. better. He took me out to dinner, we talked a lot. But nobody said those three most famous words from that day in class.
I love you.
I know I love Derek, and I know he knows it. But when I think of the time when I have to, and I want to tell him.. my brain turns off.
It’s evening; my mother had the night off. She asked my brother and me to stay at home for a family dinner; she says has a surprise for me and Scott. It was a long time since me, my mother and my brother doesn’t spend a quiet evening together.
While we’re all in the kitchen, preparing dinner, we hear a knock at the door. Mom looks before Scott, and then me; I’m the one closest to the door and so I make my way to open it. I widened my eyes, when I see the person in front of me. He smiles and greets me. My mother is behind me, and invites him in, while I remain silent.
Six years. Six years have passed, my father has left home, and left my mother. And left me and Scott.
“Y/n.”
I turn to look at him, my face seethes with rage. He tries to get close to me, but I walk away.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see my kids.”
I bite my bottom lip, and I try to hold back the tears; I’ll not cry in front of him. He doesn’t deserve my tears. I step back towards the front door; my mother says my name, and tries to reason with me. But I don’t want to hear her. I don’t want to listen to anyone. I open the door, and I go out; I enter into the car, and I depart immediately. While I hope that my father didn’t follow me, I headed to the only place that comes to mind. And definitely where I feel safe.


Slowly, I open the huge iron door of the loft, trying to make as little noise as possible. Revise my father.. it was a shock. Losing Derek was one thing, but losing my father, when I was just a little girl..
How can a father to leave their sons, his own wife, all of a sudden? And how does he have the courage to come back after all these years?
Right now I just want to forget him; forget his stupid face. Right now I need to be in the arms of the person I love. In the Derek’s arms. The only light in the room there is the reflection of the moon; missing only a few days before it becomes full. I head towards the centre of the loft, when I see someone coming towards me.
“Y/n. What are you doing here?”
Derek is a few meters away from me, but I make my way to him, and I sling on his lips. He is surprised at the beginning, then returned the kiss. We move away after a while, to catch his breath.
“Y/n, what happened?”
“Shh.. I don’t want to talk. I.. I just want you.”
Derek looks at me, confused. I place my hand on his neck, and I draw back to me. Derek draws me closer to him, our tongues collide, and his hands began to travel all over my body, until you get to my ass. With an upward push, I find myself in the arms of Derek, my legs around his waist. We approach the bed, and Derek lay down, with me on top of him.
Derek and I continue to kiss, to lick, to bite us. I leave marks on his neck, on his clavicle; I take off my shirt, and I remain alone with the bra. Derek does the same, and then he takes off his pants. I’m still on top of him, my pussy rubbing on his boxer. Derek groans, while his arms are around my waist. I hold his wrists, and I block his arms on the bed, making him laugh.
“Do you like being in charge, baby?” Derek says, trying to get closer to my lips. I continue to cause him pleasure, rubbing on his cock; his moans excite me even more.
“You like to be in control, Der?”
He arches his back, slamming his cock at my panties; our groans mingle in silence. I rub faster, back and forth.
“Aah, shit.. I am.. the Alpha.”
I reach down on him, I kiss him, I bite his bottom lip.
“You’re the Alpha. But for me.. You’re just Derek.”
“Y / N, shit.. I’m com-”
“Me too.”
I feel the orgasm closer and closer; I close my eyes, to enjoy at best the explosion of pleasure, but suddenly I feel my body move abruptly. The position has changed: now Derek is on me.
Derek stopped me on the bed, a grin on his face.
“I told you. I am the Alpha.”
I try in every way to bring him closer to me; I have so much need him right now. He seems to read my mind, he approaches me, and kissed me; he leaves wet kisses on the lips, on the cheeks. He goes down more; He comes to bra and pulls me away. His hand is on my breasts, and squeezes it, while Derek continues to travel on my body, his lips that touch my bare skin. He arrives at my panties, and squeezing it between his teeth, he pulls those too.
God, how is exciting.
The Derek’s hands are on my legs, and clutching the ankles, pulling me toward him. With one movement, his cock is inside me, making me scream.
He begins to move, more and more.
“Yeah baby. You’re so tight.”
I wrap my legs around Derek’s waist, pushing his cock deeper, touching my g-spot. He groans, but when I have the opportunity, I change again our position.
I’m back on him, and I keep moving, his cock in and out of my pussy. I cling to the headboard of the bed, and Derek’s hands are on my ass.
“Der..”
“Yes, baby girl.. I’m coming.”
Derek and I come together, he said my name, I tell his. My body laying on his exhausted; we’re both sweaty, tired and breathless.
I move from Derek, and I lay me down at his side, while I try to breathe evenly.
“Y/n, it was great.. and unpredictable. But great.”
I smile; the other times he had been coming to me. This time I have taken the first step, and I don’t regret. By now, I have realized to have forgiven him, already a bit. And I realized that I love him. Really, I love him.
“Now you tell me what happened?”
I’m going to be serious; I was coming from Derek to forget the arrival of my father to my house, and he managed to make me forget, for a while. I approach him, and Derek wraps his arm around my shoulder.
“My father.. he’s back in town.”
Derek sighs, and approaching me closer to him.
“You can stay here if you want.. but, I think you should talk to him.”
I get up, and I sit, watching Derek confused.
“You’re serious? He abandoned my family. My mother, my brother, me.”
“Even I have abandoned you once..,” he says, lowering his eyes, remembering the pain he caused me, “..but you’ve decided to forgive me.”
I wrap my legs to the chest, and hide my face. Rethinking the eyes of my father, when he saw me and Scott.. I feel the tears forming in my eyes.
“This is different.”
My voice trembles, and Derek realize it. He gets up from the bed and pulls me to him. He cuddles me in his arms, while I clean my face with tears.
“Whatever decision you take, I’m here. I’m not leaving you.”
I turn to look at him, and kiss him. His lips taste like me, and I love it.
“Thank You.”
Derek smiles, and he lays down on the bed again, my naked body next to his.
“And, Derek?”
“Yes?”
“I love you too.”


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anonymous asked:

Daily reminder that you're one cool cat.

“Daily reminder that you’re one cool cat,” Stiles says, sitting next to Derek in the middle of the library. 

Derek looks around, confused. The last time he checked, no one had ever referred to Derek as cool, let alone a cat (he wants to laugh at the irony) and the last time he double checked (yes he’s aware he’s pathetic, Laura, shut up) Stiles Stilinski, star athlete in both lacrosse and all you can eat curly fry competitions, did not know his name. 

“Um,” he says, because what else are you supposed to say when someone like Stiles Stilinski sits down next to you in class? Derek isn’t too sure whether to blush or move away but his body quickly decides for him and he scowls, trying to hide the redness of his cheeks behind his book. His blush deepens, realising the book isn’t even part of the school curriculum - something Stiles will certainly know - but one from home: The Roman Invasion of Ancient Greece. 

Derek should probably be relieved it isn’t his worn out copy of The Iliad with the semi homo-erotic cover Erica jokingly gave him for his birthday last year. Small mercies, he supposes.     

Stiles grins. “I like it when you blush like that,” he says, boldly. “It’s adorable. Like, really adorable.” He laughs, then frowns, probably at the wary expression on Derek’s face. “Shit, I’m making you uncomfortable.” He looks genuinely concerned all of a sudden, brows knitting together, and Derek has to fight the onslaught of confused butterflies currently dizzying themselves in his stomach. 

“Um,” he says again, blinking. “No?”

No, as in…please leave? Or no, as in…” Stiles winces, holding up his hands. “Neither option is good here, is it.” He sighs, swinging his  chair back. “I read that line in a book once. The cool cat thing. It was really effective, worked out well.” He scratches the back of his head, mumbling something that sounds like so much for practising in the mirror. “I don’t know why I thought it was going to work on you.” 

Derek bites his lip, looking at the clock. He has exactly fifteen minutes before class begins. He’s not sure why that’s important, of all things, but it gives him a second to breathe, to think. He feels like he’s in a romantic comedy; he’s just not sure if he’s supposed to be the unlucky-in-love main character, or the unfortunate, cringe worthy side sick.

Derek knows Stiles is an asshole but he’s also seen how he goes toe to toe with Jackson Whittemore when he’s being a bully. Derek prays Stiles lives up to his reputation. 

“Neither do I,” he whispers, after a moment. “History geeks like me don’t tend to like when people mock them with words like cool.” 

Stiles frowns again, jerking round in his seat so fast it makes Derek jump. “Who said I was mocking you?”

“I didn’t say you were.”

“Yes you did.”

“Let’s just say it’s happened before,” Derek sighs, closing his eyes. “Come on, Stiles, you’ve never even talked to me before today. You either want something, like to copy my homework, or this is about to be some kind of embarrassing practical joke.” Derek’s heart sinks at the dawning realisation this just might be some kind of joke - why else would Stiles talk to him? - but the confused look on Stiles’ face offers him a little hope. 

“Okay, one, I resent the homework comment, man. Not all jocks are dumb, you know. You’d want me on your team during a Zombie apocalypse. Fact.”

Derek flushes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

Stiles shakes his head. “It’s fine.” He chews on his lip. It’s awfully distracting and Derek tries not to stare. If this is a joke, he doesn’t want to make things worse for himself by revealing things he’s done a pretty good job up until now keeping hidden, even from Boyd and Erica. 

Eventually, Stiles stops chewing. 

“You’re right,” he says. “I do want something.” Derek does his best to hide his disappointment. “I want to go out with you.”

Derek can’t help it, he laughs. “What?”

“You, me. A date.” Stiles shoots him finger guns, offering him a lopsided smile. It’s ridiculous and perfect and Derek can’t look away. He’d even go as far as to say literally. “And you’re wrong. I have talked to you before. Pre-school. I offered you some mud. You rejected it.”

Derek thinks back, raises an eyebrow. “It had worms in it. And how is here, Derek, hold this piece of dirt, talking to me?”

“I thought mud castles were romantic!” Stiles throws his hands in the air, flushing a little, nearly causing both himself and the chair to go flying. “I was crushed when you turned me down, dude. You broke my little heart. I thought I’d never love again!”

Derek’s eyes widen. “Love?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “What. You telling me you never liked someone so much as a kid you were convinced you’d one day marry them?”

Derek shakes his head, then, feeling daring, reaches out to take Stiles’ hand. He’d feel smug about how sweaty Stiles’ palm is, if he wasn’t so aware his heart is about to beat right out of his chest. 

“Maybe not convinced, exactly. More like…fantasised?” He lowers his gaze, shy, hoping Stiles doesn’t manage to infer fantasised actually means Derek has a wedding album stashed under his bed with cut out pictures of men in tuxes who look suspiciously like him. One cut out in particular has moles, lots of them, and Derek feels his cheeks redden further when he thinks about how many nights he’s spent looking at that page, specifically. 

Stiles grins before standing up, reminding Derek less of a star athlete and more of a skittish deer, eyes wide. Derek bites the inside of his cheek. 

“Wait, did this actually work?” he asks. “Did you just agree to go out with me?”

Derek looks out into the hallway. No one is there with cameras or phones. No one appears to be listening in. “This…really isn’t a joke?”

Stiles shakes his head, serious, crossing his heart. “Yoda’s honour.” 

Derek smiles, snorting. “Okay then,” he whispers, shrugging, not too sure why he’s trying to act cool now since he’s still partially clutching his book, fingers trapped between the pages, afraid of losing his place. He really should invest in more bookmarks, especially since Erica keeps stealing his. 

Great.” Stiles fist pumps the air, kisses Derek’s hand like this is a Jane Austen novel and not an American high school, and winks. “I am going to woo you so hard, Derek Hale. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was five. I have plans. I have milkshake recipes and graphs! Top ten best dates, courtesy of the eighties!”

Derek has no idea what he’s talking about, watching as Stiles runs from the room. He ducks his head, pretty sure he’s not going to be able to stop grinning for the rest of the week as he hears the words, Scott, he said YES!!! ring down the hallway. 

Steter
Ugh I hate my night time headcannons

Stiles has bad nightmares. Horrible. He’s used to surviving on no sleep. He and Derek are in a position where they’re sharing a room and bed, stiles is in before Derek, has a nightmare, bad one. Derek holds him as he falls back to sleep and Stiles’ gets his first full night in a while. It become a regular thing, Stiles slowly falling for Derek in the process. But then Derek suddenly has a girlfriend, Stiles isn’t anything to him. Cue angst and bitter and a breakdown as he tries to get used to no sleep.
He stops coming to pack meetings, the one person who’d always taken the time to listen to him now didn’t even have a second to spare for him.
Derek realizes one day after Stiles has missed several meetings, but he asks a question and the pack all look at him like he’s crazy. Scott fills him in on Stiles not doing anything outside of school nowadays. He goes to visit and Stiles loses it, screams at Derek, and Derek is defensive and leaves in a rush.
John heard the love proclamation and kicks Stiles out, he won’t have a gay son.

So Stiles finds Peter again, stays with him. Peter listens, Peter understands, Peter isn’t using him for flesh purposes. The first time Derek finds them together he tries to drag Stiles away because he thinks Peter is holding him against his will. Stiles decks Derek in the jaw, goes to punch him again but Peter stops him, pulls him into a hug, gives Derek a look that the alpha knows means to leave. So he does.

Stiles and Peter living a life separate from Beacon Hills and Derek Hale and his shitty emotionless idiocy.
Stiles and Peter in love with each other and in a healthy relationship.
Stiles punching Derek again when he has the audacity to call Peter a pedophile.
Stiles and Peter moving to Canada after finally being accepted in and living their lives happily, attending prides together, getting married, and having children.
Peter and Stiles living the life they deserve.

anonymous asked:

LOL so IDK if u saw that frankly too precious screen shot Colton posted of him facetiming an all too sexy Tyler H but now I’m freefalling into a abyss of squeals about this head canon branching from your London Pack vision of all the Betas FTing Derek because of separation anxiety, like Jackson needing to spend the holidays with his folks and just FTed Derek to say Sup, not having seen him in like a couple weeks And now I'm all the warm things cuz Derek deserves all the love and splendidness<3

I did see it!! And omg anon this is the most precious idea. I love the idea of Derek’s betas getting really attached to him (especially Jackson who would absolutely never admit it, would call and claim he was making sure Derek was surviving without him, like it was a huge favor.

And poor Derek has to drag himself out of bed at all hours with his bed hair droopy eyes because he’s a good Alpha (even if all he wants to do is stay in bed and snuggle with Stiles).

LINK to these sleepy faced dorks

anonymous asked:

Hey:) sorry if you had answered this kind of question before, but I'm pretty new to TW fandom and I can't seem to find any void!stiles sterek. Have you ever written something like that? Cause I've been reading some of ur stuff and it awesome by the way. If you haven't, could you rec me one or two of those? If you have read any, that's it. Thanks, you are awesome, and All is fair gives me life:)

Hi there! I have written one fic with this theme while 3b was still airing, and it was at the point where we knew Stiles was possessed but we didn’t know it was the Nogitsune just yet. 

  • We Want This by bleep0bleep (E, 2k) Ever since the MRI, Stiles has been losing time. He comes to in an interesting situation.

And some recs:

  • Not Quite Lost, Not Quite Found by alocalband (E, 25k) A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado. Then Stiles shows up.
  • You’ve Got Your Demons (And Darling, They All Look Like Me) by linksofmemories (E, 6k) “We care about you very much, Stiles.” Yeah, I don’t fucking buy that. That was what he wanted to say anyway. He didn’t even know how this was possible, how he could be so completely trapped inside of his own mind and body. But here he was, sitting in the middle of the preserve and staring at himself.
  • Narrow Road to the Deep North by SydnieWren (E, 8k) Before anyone is aware of Stiles’ possession, the nogitsune has a little fun with Derek.
  • take in the extent of my sin by Nokomis (T, 2k) There’s someone in his loft, and it isn’t Stiles, no matter how much it looks like him.
  • And we all fall down by pterawaters (E, 1k) It’s dark in the club where Derek finds Stiles. No one will see.
  • ASS|U|ME by RbnC (E, 3k) The Nogitsune tricks Derek into thinking he’s having sex with Stiles. Only, plot twist: Derek knows it’s the Nogitsune but he just wants to sleep with Stiles, even if only once and he might not ever get the chance. Read to find the second plot twist.

Post nogitsune recs

  • bulletproof by coffeeinallcaps (M, 2k) This is what most of his days look like, after: Stiles wakes up. He counts his fingers, tries to catch his breath as he waits for his heartbeat to slow down and the sweat on his skin to cool. He showers. Some mornings he eats with his dad; some mornings Scott comes over for breakfast. Some days he goes to school and some days he doesn’t.
  • mary, mary, quite contrary, how does your murders go? by johnsnowssmile (T, 2k) When his dad asks how are you, son, Stiles grits his teeth and smiles and says okay, Dad, I’m-– still not sure if this is real –okay.—In which Stiles deals with the aftermath.
  • best case scenario by verity (T, 13k) The fourth time Stiles breaks the fridge, Dad is less sympathetic. “Stiles,” he says as Stiles holds the door steady for him to screw it back onto the chassis—there’s new hardware involved this time, and not a little duct tape— “I thought this werewolf thing was going to help.” “Yeah, with the dementia,” Stiles says.

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