Aspiring chef Caitlin Farmer is trading California sunshine for a Samwell jersey. Between her teammates, classes, and the Men’s Hockey team, she has her hands full; but she can dish out anything that comes her way.
Hey Derek, what do you think your parents would think of Stiles?
Derek: I remember how Stiles wasn’t even shy- he’d always talk my parents’ heads off about whatever he and his dad were shopping for that day. They liked him then, and, I think now… I think they definitely would’ve liked him. He brings out the best in me, and that’s special.
Nursey and Ransom would have a beautiful dark skinned daughter with Nursey’s eyes and Ransom’s cheek bones and she would be a makeup guru who occasionally does hockey videos (“why hockey is the best and the worst simultaneously at the same time”) as well as videos on reactions from her Nigerian family members (“I tell my auntie I’m pregnant watch her reaction”) and even a few videos from her four grandmas (“Christmas at grandma’s with my grandmama grandmother grandma and nana”)
Honestly whenever she uploads a video she’s immediately trending and when she hits a million subscribers she does “my dads do my voiceover” and the entire time it’s Nursey correcting Ransom while Ransom compliments his daughter and husband constantly which leaves their daughter to a lot of laughing as she’s editing it together and she does a bloopers outtake that’s an instant hit of her dads just interacting with each other and her and that starts a whole other channel of the Nurse-Oluransi family
“Why does Scott insist that playing hide and seek in the middle of the pitch black woods is going to bring us closer together as a pack?” Y/N sighed, annoyed as she pulled her thin jacket closer around her shoulders.
“Quite complaining.” Stiles shushed her, bringing a finger to his lips. “You’re only upset because you’re stuck with me.” He smirked.
They had never been anything more than acquaintances. She was friends with Lydia, automatically making her friends with Scott and in turn, Stiles.
“It could’ve been worse.” He offered his hand to her, helping her over the large tree trunk that had fallen over blocking their path. “You could have been stuck with Liam.”
She smiled as she reached for his hands.
Anyways, my friend was telling me about how she went to this party and everyone tried to greet her, but she just got really serious and said “I’m motherfuckin’ starboy” before turning around and leaving immediately and I was like “wow that’s the most Derek Malik Nurse thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life” so I present to you:
Nursey literally does this for two weeks straight after the song comes out because he thinks he’s funny or something and everyone is so fed up w him but lowkey, Dex thinks it’s dumb and funny and cute and will like snicker every time Nursey does it so uhhhh he continues doing it just to make Dex laugh. Okay now fastforward a few months, they’re dating, Dex does not find it funny anymore.
Hi!! Any "we've been talking online but don't know each other" sterek fics? Or "I'm in love with this online dude but it's actually my friend the whole time/or he's been in front of me the whole time" sterek fics? Or anything close to this sort of trope?
(3,008 I Mature I Complete) *veteran!derek, disabled!derek, librarian!stiles, online dating
He wasn’t going to do it again. He wasn’t going to let
another date look at him in horror. Derek refused to be seen as a
freak. He was just going to find a new job, move out of his parent’s
house, and die alone.
“Just one more date Derek, please!” Laura begged, following him down the stairs and waving her phone at his back.
“I said no! You don’t know what it’s like,” Derek muttered, suddenly defeated.
know babe,” Laura told him, coming up to wrap an arm around her little
brother, standing up on her tippy toes until she could lay her head on
his shoulder. “But look at this guy. He’s gorgeous.”
couldn’t resist a quick glance at the dating app. Damnit. Laura was
right, as always. The guy was gorgeous. A mole dotted face with an
adorably upturned nose smirked at him from behind a pair of square
framed glasses, and he could feel his resolve crumbling.
(4,115 I Teen I Complete) *gamer!stiles, gamer!derek
The boy, Stiles Stilinski, had always been into
MMORPGs. The other boy, Ithuriel, had always been into MMORPGs as well,
albeit secretly. The Alpha, Derek Hale, was possibly the object of
Stiles’s affections. One day, Stiles met Ithuriel.
But be warned, this is not a tragedy in which Derek Hale saves Stiles’s virtue from Ithuriel. That would be ridiculous.
(18,399 I Teen I Complete) *gamers, online dating, online relationship
Scott frowned, grabbing the game case and reading it out loud.
“Become the Hero you’ve always wanted to be. Battle monsters, witches,
dragons, and all the mythical beasts of the World of Fantasy. Play as a
Human, Elf, Dwarf and other special races included in the basic game.
Stiles this so stupid. Who the hell would want to play as a Werewolf?”
Scott threw the game back on the bed and leaned back in the chair.
(21,317 I Explicit I Complete) *online friendship, highschool au
Being a teenager sucks. Being a werewolf teenager sucks even more. With a
life full of holding back who he really is, not having any privacy
whatsoever, and the seemingly sudden appearance of one Stiles Stilinski,
Derek Hale’s life just got a whole lot harder.
(35,959 I Explicit I Complete) *college au, craigslist, werewolves known, minor Deucalion/Stiles
From his textbooks, Stiles had gotten the impression that vampires had a
weird, stretched out look to them — slightly too-long limbs and pale
skin. This guy, though, he looked human, broad-shouldered and clearly
muscular even under a loose sweatshirt. He wasn’t pale at all, his skin
lightly tanned, hair dark, eyes pale. They narrowed at Stiles and Stiles
froze as the man looked him up and down, clearly judging him. He must
have passed the test, though, because the man kind of shrugged and said,
“Take off your clothes.”
(38,455 I Explicit I Complete) *online dating, kid fic
Erica signs Derek up for an online dating site as a
joke. At first, he’s just pissed about it, but then her and Boyd
announce they’re getting married and suddenly he really does need a
date. Meanwhile, Laura becomes a foster mom, and Derek worries about
growing way too attached to kids who are eventually going to be given a
new home anyway.
Or, how, five years after the fire, Derek learns
to open back up and create his own family from the people who occupy
his life now.
(58,579 I Explicit I Complete) *high school au, omega!stiles, werewolves known, online relationships
High School AU: Derek is the head Lacrosse player at Beacon Hills High
School and Stiles is an Omega that no one really knows. Stiles had been
talking to someone online and wished they would meet up in real life but
he knows it won’t ever happen. He could only wish.
(58,893 I Explicit I Complete) *famous!hales, online relationships
31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read
(aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one
obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the
paparazzi so much he’s a recluse)
26/M/California. Boring office
job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic
farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a
newspaper, has absolutely no life)
Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek’s part of a famous family.
When Stiles began volunteering at the Beacon Hills
Crisis Center, all he hoped for was to help out kids (like him) that
needed somewhere to turn. He didn’t expect to find something that he
needed in a stranger’s voice on the other end of the line.
Summary: Derek wants to spend more time with (Y/N), he wants to get to know her biggest and darkest secrets but with (Y/N) refusing to be in a public relationship; he has to deal with that. (Y/N) only wanted a one night, maybe two night, stand.
Word Count: 989
A/N: There is smut, you have been warned.
“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday
to (Y/N), Happy Birthday to you.” The gang sang around the kitchen of your
house, you couldn’t stop blushing staring at each one of them smiling broadly
at you. “Make a wish,” Lydia squealed, shoving the cake closer to your face.
You caught the dark eyes of the werewolf through the candle’s fire; you smirked
at him before blowing the candles out – not breaking eye contact with Derek who
shifted awkwardly in his chair.
Scott switched the lights back on and patted you on the
back. “Congrats for making it to 18.” You thanked him silently with a smile and
stood up from being centre of attention. “Now cut that cake so I can eat it,”
You teased, flattening your short black dress more and taking a sip of the alcohol
in your red cup. It wasn’t a massive party that you were having; you only wanted
your closest and dearest friends to come and celebrate with you. You were
confused when Derek walked in with Scott at the start of the night, the pair of
you weren’t close; of course, excluding the night that you spent with him in
his loft. Other than then, you would only exchange small talk and smirks from
across the one.
No one in the gang has figured out what happened between you
and him, you were sure to keep it that way. Lydia cut the cake; ten slices for
the eight guests that were here. You thanked her for the slice and wandered off
to the living room where Stiles and Isaac were sitting playing video games.
Derek’s gaze was transfixed on you as you wandered around the kitchen and then
to the living room; talking and smiling at everyone you passed. Derek never
noticed how kind and down-to-earth you were until he had you wrapped up in the
sheets breathing heavily.
When he first met you, he didn’t think much of you. You were
pretty but he had no intention due to the age gap. You kept him on his toes; he
was walking around eggshells with you, but once that night happened, all walls
collapsed and he wanted to get to know you and be with you more – preferably alone.
You waved goodbye to Lydia who was the final person to leave
your house at around midnight. You shut the door and took a deep breath
realizing that you were home alone. Your parents booked a night out of town so
that you and your friends could have the house all to yourselves without
parents butting in to the conversations. Walking to the kitchen, you near
jumped out of your skin when you say a tall, handsome man with a trash bag in
his hand cleaning up after the party.
“Derek, what are you still doing here? Other than trying to
give me a heart attack.” You chuckled, picking up the other black bag and
stuffing the nine pizza boxes in it. He mumbled an excuse causing you to roll
your eyes and continued cleaning. The silence between you two wasn’t awkward,
it was relaxing and it put you at ease knowing you weren’t alone.
“You’re something,” He mused, turning to face you in the
chair that he sat in now. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “I mean, I
never thought that I’d start falling for a younger girl – that was until you
convinced me otherwise.” You looked at him with wide eyes, he was falling for
you? You didn’t want that to happen. You wanted a one night, maybe two night,
stand and leave it at that. “Derek,” You muttered when he started towards you, “I
didn’t want, I don’t want a relationship.” You pointed out to him, gasping when
he placed his lips straight onto your sweet spot.
He nibbled the spot – sucking, and licking, “Who said that I
wanted a relationship?” You rested your head against the fridge, giving him more access to your neck. He kissed down your collarbone and towards your breast which the dress made look amazing. You felt his hand slide down your side, to the hem of your dress and slipping under it. His finger slipped under your panties and he rubbed his finger along your clit, feeling how wet he was making you with simple kisses and suspense.
You let out a moan as his fingers moved in circular motions until they reached the entrance. You bit his neck when you felt one finger enter you, pumping slowly until his middle finger joined in. He started to pump faster, your insides tightening with each movement, “That’s only two fingers.” He whispered into your ear, licking your earlobe. “Will I add another?” You nodded eagerly, his eyes darkening, “Beg.” He demanded causing you to moan at how sexy he sounded.
“P-Please Derek,” You bit your bottom lip, trying to sustain the scream that was trying to escape when he entered the third finger. “Scream for me, princess.” He hissed in your ear, he stepped closer to you and you felt his bulge rub against your thigh. Derek started pumping faster, the veins in his arms popping out and you felt yourself coming to your high. “Cum for me, (Y/N).” You let out a scream as he surprised you with one more finger and you felt yourself coming to your release. You moaned as you came down from the high, and he slowly slipped his fingers out of part.
He looked you in the eye as he sucked on each finger individually. “I don’t want a relationship, but I do…” He started, placing his hands on your waist, “I do want to do this more.” He whispered, placing a sweet kiss on your lip.
You looked at him, amused, “You didn’t want to do this two months ago.” You teased which made him shrug, “Seeing you naked changed my mind.”
Title: a sing-along wolf song Author:
otter Rating: G Word Count:
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There’s something seriously wrong with Mr. Hale’s kindergarten class. They’re adorable on an inhuman level and too well-behaved to be real children.