i love caring derek so much

Meredith and Nathan.

Every single time I watch an episode with Riggs in it, I can see how crazy he is about Meredith. I was a Derek/Meredith supporter all the way up until his death…but that’s just it….he is DEAD. Meredith deserves someone who will be in her corner all the time. Every time Riggs looks at Meredith you can tell how much he loves her. He absolutely adores her…why else would he chase her for so long and deal with her attitude, cause let’s face it, Meredith isn’t the easiest person to get close to. Riggs has proved many times how much he cares for Meredith. I am officially a Meredith/Riggs fan!

Originally posted by mae1231


*not really a spoiler but I’m being careful so SPOILER*

I drew another short haired Tanith Low, because I obsessed with that literal ONE sentence where it said she had short hair now. Every time I draw Tanith I am reminded of how much I love her. Please let her live.

Let Me Help

Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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Victorian/Regency Sterek Fics

*I have not read any of these*

This is for @demisexualhale. Hope you like these!

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (62,933)

Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? And manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.

A Curious Couplement by idareu2bme (40,375)

Derek is a simple horseman from the mountains, Stiles is an enthusiastic university graduate ready to make a name for himself. In any other situation, they would have gone their entire lives never having met. It’s probably a good thing then, that they both happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Remember My Love by bleep0bleep (23,358)

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he’s no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he’s been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.
Derek blinks.

Things We Lost by Dexterous_Sinistrous (20,039)

“Who … who am I to wed?”

A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”

Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.

There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

*Read the tags for this one, there’s some dubcon that could be triggering

The Gentleman And The Fox by bleep0bleep, Inkforwords (15,707)

Derek doesn’t expect much from his arranged marriage. When his inattentive husband, Lord Stiles Stilinski, tells him he’s free to look for a lover, he doesn’t know where to start, until a dashing bandit named the Red Fox catches his eye.
The Fox winks again. “Have a good night, Derek,” he purrs in a sultry tone, and then climbs back on the horse and disappears into the night.
Derek walks up the path towards the manor in a daze, and it isn’t until he’s inside when he realizes he never told the Fox his name or where he lived.

The Prince and His Painter by Dexterous_Sinistrous (8,512)

Stiles was always a sick child. He was never supposed to live beyond his infancy—shocking many when he reaches adulthood. With his inevitable death looming over his country, Stiles chooses to accept a successor through marriage. His advisors commission a painter to capture the prince’s likeness in order to advertise him to potential candidates. Only, Derek Hale isn’t like most painters—or humans, for that matter.

Scowls and Sarcasm by dr_girlfriend (26,054)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate.

Whether or not Derek Hale felt that way was hardly a concern to the neighborhood — the very fact of his arrival was enough that the surrounding families seemed to consider him the rightful property of one or another of their eligible sons and daughters. That was, of course, before they met the man.

The Perils of Petticoats by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (30,248)

A She Stoops to Conquer AU

Stiles is an omega who is bullied by his beta stepmother into wearing a dress during the day, so when his new suitor turns out to be painfully shy around society he pretends to be a servant girl (a homely one) to get to know the real person, whilst his step mother tries to marry her alpha daughter to her omega ward despite neither of them want it, and the sheriff (called Josiah) tries to remain constantly drunk for the entire weekend.

A Gentleman’s Secret by DLanaDHZ (15,232)

Stiles Stilinski has lived 19 years without revealing his secret. He’s a fine gentleman, a stellar horseman, and a sassy addition to any conversation, but he keeps his true feelings to himself. When the Hale family moves into the county, the Stilinski’s throw a ball in their honor and Stiles in swept up into the gravity of the eldest son. Propriety tells him to keep his distance, but can he ignore the urges pulling them ever closer? At first sight, Stiles is already undone.

Ardently by roundelet (13,344)

Mr Stilinski contends with the loss of his family’s funds, an unfortunate predilection for pastries, and an inconvenient attraction to this Season’s most eligible bachelor.

Lord Hale contends with a reluctant return to Society, hiding a war injury from meddling sisters, and the trials of courting a thoroughly oblivious young man.

Lone Wolf by Peasantaries (6/12 regularly updated WIP, 12,705)

If Stiles weren’t mistaken, he would almost say King Hale was amused. My, he might even be smiling, if the uneven line that’s broken his stiff mouth could be called that.

But that was absurd. Kings don’t smile. Especially King Hale.

Love is not love until it’s made to suffer: until it’s made to endure the strain of separation.

Regency Sterek by inappropriate_happiness (fanart)

Art for A Single Man in Possession of Dougnuts by using_this_name (fanart)

Let me know if you have a trope you want me to find and I’ll make you a list.

Imagine Stiles accidentally professing his love for Derek because he walked in when Stiles was shouting at Scott about how he and Derek shouldn’t go waltzing into danger becasue they’ll end up hurting themselves.

“Derek’s a werewolf - an alpha - he’ll heal.”
“That’s not the point, Scott!”
“Why do you care so much if Derek gets hurt?”
“Because I love him!”

marino-kun  asked:

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!


“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

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Married Life

Derek wakes up to the birds chirping outside and the sun shining on his face, as a soft breeze blew in from the open window. Stiles must have opened it this morning to get some fresh air into the house. Derek rolls over searching for his husband only to find empty sheets that seemed to have been vacant for quite some time. He frowns sitting up, he searches around the room trying to find his better half, so he can drag him back to bed for some anniversary sex.

It was their four year anniversary and Derek intended to make love to his husband all day. He gets out of the bed slipping on his robe and stepping into his slippers. Stiles always teased him for having a robe and slippers calling Derek an old man before Derek pinned him to the bed showing him what this “old man” could do. He walks over to the open door their dog following close behind him. He notices a sticky note on the door and takes it off the door, he chuckles softly when he sees that it says, “Happy Anniversary!” on it.

Of course Stiles would do this on their anniversary. He follows the arrow on the sticky note finding another one on the bathroom door.

“Four long years we’ve been married” Derek reads. He rolls his eyes biting his lip to keep himself from smiling so hard. He follows the directions given on the note finding one on the closet door.

“I can’t believe I used to hate you!” It says. Derek laughs at this remembering how they used to argue whenever they saw each other. He goes down the stairs finding one on the banister. He picks it up reading it.

“Sorry I got you arrested…”

Derek snorts looking over at the other banister like the note told him. He finds another one picking it up.

“You make my world ten times more brighter!” he reads. He smiles looking at the little sun Stiles drew. He follows the instructions to go to the kitchen and finds a note on the toaster. He picks it up feeling giddy.

“Sorry I burn the toast…”

Derek laughs at the sad face remembering all the times Stiles attempted to make toast, but always ended up burning it. He looks at the cabinets and sees another note reading it.

“And break plates…”

He chuckles remembering when Stiles dropped a plate the other day and started crying. He made sure the Stiles felt better by buying him the biggest chocolate milkshake at their favorite ice cream place. He heads over to the counter like the instructions said and reads a note.

“And put the dent in the counter…”

Derek snorts remembering when they first started having sex and slamming Stiles onto the counter leaving a huge dent in their counter. He smiles following the instructions to go to the dining room. He sets the other notes down on their table reading the one left at the edge.

“I love it when you make pasta…” it says. He looks where the arrow on the note was pointing.

“Or make me coffee in the mornings.” he reads as soon as he finds the note. Derek grins at the blue coffee cup Stiles drew that was like the one in the cabinet right now. He continues to look in the same direction finding another note.

“You have no idea how much I appreciate you!” he reads. He feels his cheeks heat up and his chest swell. He follows the instructions of going to the living making sure to take all the notes with him. He finds a note on the back of the couch picking it up.

“I love watching those boring documentaries with you.” Derek reads. He smiles remembering how Stiles spent most of the time whining and complaining about how they were boring, but continued to watch them because he knew Derek liked them. He reads the instructions and heads over to the bookshelf and picks up another note reading it.

“You’re so peaceful when you read.”

Derek blushes and follows the arrow over to their DVD rack where they kept all the DVD’s they’ve collected over the years. He finds another note in the superhero section picking it up.

“You have a horrible taste in superheroes!” he reads. He laughs shaking his head, only Stiles would argue about that. He follows the instructions on the note and walks over to the coffee table.

“But you always make it up to me.” Derek reads. He smirks remembering the countless times he’s had Stiles on the coffee table, as Derek gave him a blowjob while they watched another Batman movie. He picks up the note looking where it was pointing at and heads over to his study. He finds a note on the door.

“I admire how hard you work.” it says. He smiles walking into the study spotting a note on the computer. He reads it’s chuckling.

“Thanks for letting me play games on here.”

He smiles following the sign that points at his bookshelf. He grabs it biting his lip.

“I love that you have an endless amount of amazing books!” he reads. He smiles looking at his bookshelf, picturing Stiles running his hand along the spines of the books as Derek works on his latest project. He follows the arrow to his desk seeing a note on one of his latest designs.

“You’re drawings are truly amazing Derek.”

Derek smiles picking the note up he looks around his desk looking for any more. He sees a note on the drawing he has been working on for years for the Hale house. He picks it up and reads it.

“Someday we’ll have the perfect house.” he reads. Derek gives a soft smile tracing a finger over the small, blue house. He chuckles at the instructions telling him to keep looking in the same direction. He finds another one next to the drawing seeing the same blue house.

“The perfect place to have children.” it says. He lets out a low growl his wolf going wild at the thought of having pups around the house. He looks at the two hearts close to the house, one heart blue and the other pink. He frowns wondering why the other one was blue, he walks out of his study following the instructions to look for the dog. He finds the note on the dog’s collar.

“You’re so loving even to the smallest things.” Derek reads. He smiles petting the dog fondly. The dog showed up at their house 2 years ago hurt and cold. He didn’t want to keep the dog, but gave in when Stiles gave him the puppy eyes Derek could never say no to. He reads the instructions and heads to the front door peeling off the note.

“And caring!” he reads. He smiles looking at the hearts surrounding the word caring. He follows the instructions to look at screen door opening the front door. He finds another note with a heart.

“Words cannot express how much I love you!” it says. He feels his chest swell at the endearing note, he walks onto the porch finding a note on the stairs.

“You’re so brave Derek.” he reads. He gives a small smile looking around for Stiles, but only sees more notes on their walkway. He walks down the stairs picking up the first one.

“You have the most amazing smile!” he reads. Derek chuckles shaking his head, only Stiles would be this cheesy. He walks over to the second note and picks it up.

“I get lost in your eyes every time I look at you!”

Derek snorts cringing a little at how corny it was. He walks over to the next note bending down.

“I love you to the moon and beyond!” Derek reads smiling fondly. It was Stiles’s favorite saying even though it was supposed to be a joke. He looks at the big stack of sticky notes in his hand smiling, this was way better than his idea. He finds the next one not too far away almost at the end of the walkway. He picks it up and reads it.

“This is where we first kissed and the moment I realized I loved you.”

Derek bites his lip remembering the day Stiles kissed him for the first time. How his heart was beating out of his chest and the way Stiles looked at him. He follows the instructions and heads to the woods finding a note on the tree that leads into the woods.

“I’m sorry your family is dead. I would do anything to them back to you…” Derek frowns as he reads the note confused on why the sudden change in the mood. He continues on finding more notes on more trees.

“I’m sorry you’ve struggled for so long…” Derek reads. His frown continues as he reads more notes.

“I’m sorry people say mean things when they see us in public…”

Derek starts to panic. He hurries to the next note trying to figure out what was going on.

“I’m sorry I can’t get pregnant.” the next one says. Derek adds it to his pile and heads for the last note smelling Stiles’s familiar scent.

“I’m sorry for ever making you cry.” the very last note says. He follows Stiles’s scent the notes balled in his fist. He’s interpret them later, but right now he needs to be with Stiles. When he finally reaches Stiles he pulls him into a hug breathing in his scent. Stiles giggles hugging him back.

“What’s wrong is everything alright?!” Derek asks checking for any cuts or bruises. Stiles laughs and pushes him away.

“I’m fine Derek,” Stiles says fixing his shirt. “What makes you think anything is wrong?”

“The notes.” Derek says frowning. Stiles laughs again and shakes his head.

“You’re forgetting the most important ones.” Stiles says. He points at the note on his shirt. Derek peels it off reading it.

“I can’t wait for you to be a father!” he reads. He looks at Stiles confused. Stiles gives him a smile and lifts up his shirt to reveal a small baby bump with a sticky note on it.

“A father to a beautiful, baby boy…or girl.” it says. Derek looks up his eyes wide. He drops to his knees pulling the note off Stiles tummy. He sets his ear on Stiles’s stomach listening to Stiles’s heartbeat and one more. He looks up tears pooling in his eyes.

“How far along are you?” Derek asks.

“Three months.” Stiles says running a hand through Derek’s hair.

“How did I not know?” Derek whispers. He rests his head on Stiles’s stomach again.

“I had Deaton help me hide it,” Stiles says. “I wanted it to be a surprise for you.”

“I thought-I thought that we couldn’t get pregnant.” Derek says. He kisses Stiles’s stomach listening to the small heartbeat again.

“Deaton found this spell book and I found something about pregnancies, so I figured I’d try it.” Stiles says. Derek continues to rub his stomach the tears flowing down his cheeks.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He asks shocked. Stiles laughs continuing to run his hands through Derek’s hair.

“Happy anniversary babe.” Stiles says. Derek stands up and kisses his husband with as much emotion he could pour into a kiss. This truly was the best anniversary gift a man could possible get from his spouse.

(Just a little thing I did yesterday nothing too important. There were also some baby hints in there see if you can try and find them except the last two they just give it away. There’s a couple!)

A Flirt

For the Anon who requested “a crossover of Criminal Minds and NCIS where the reader is married to Morgan and while meeting Gibbs’ team for the case Tony flirts with Reader and Morgan yells at Tony and started to being protective of reader around tony” 

You sat at your desk file open in front of you, fingers flying as you entered data points into a grid before transferring them to an online map. Reid usually handled the whole profile ‘map’ thing, but since he was in Vegas seeing his mother, and since you were still in Quantico on a home case you figured you’d give it a shot.

“I am the man!” You whooped, spinning around in your chair, with the intention of announcing your victory to your husband, Emily, and any other team members passing through. Instead you were met with several people you’d never seen before, all wearing visitor badges.

Your hands dropped from their victory stance and your mouth opened slightly as you cheeks flushed. You quickly stood from your seat, coming around the desk, trying to regain an air of professionalism.

“I, uh, Agent (Y/N) Morgan” You offered, looking the group over, “Can I help you with something?” You asked voice going up slightly in the end. No one told you that people were coming in for questioning.

“Why yes you are, and yes you can.” One of the men offered, giving you a charming grin. You raised an eyebrow him momentarily noting the the handsome face and at ease demeanor. A player for sure.

“I am.” You nodded, “And I will. But first I need to know who you are.” You replied easily, earning a smirk from the rest of the group. The man closest to you (not the flirt) was obviously the oldest, he nodded his head at you, producing a badge, holding it up for you to inspect.

“We’re NCIS. I spoke to your director earlier, about the Mulaney case.” You nodded, mouth going into a small ‘o’ as you glanced in the direction of Hotch’s office.

“Well, apparently I am the last to know, however, the man you’re probably looking for Agent…”


“Agent Gibbs, that’s his office there.” You pointed towards Hotch’s closed door and smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You expected Gibbs and his entire team to head in the direction you pointed them, and was slightly surprised when the other three people held back, looking around your office curiously.

“I didn’t know they let beautiful woman like you work for the FBI.” The flirty one grinned, leaning casually on the desk you’d previously been sitting at.

“They do when they’re as smart as she is,” Someone said from behind you and you rolled your eyes, feeling lips connect with your cheek, “Got you coffee, and a sandwich, baby girl. I don’t see us getting much down time so eat now.” You chuckled at the cheek kiss. Derek was not usually affectionate at work, but god he couldn’t miss an opportunity to stake his claim. “Hello, I’m Agent Derek /Morgan/.” He practically growled. offering his hand to the flirty man, causing his two teammates to grin and snicker.

“Agent DiNozzo..” He mumbled taking the hand, and you watched as Derek, you sweet loving and ever caring husband asserted his dominance over some poor man who never had a chance.

“Now if you’re done eyeing my wife, we’ll be holding a briefing in the conference room.” 

Turns out the NCIS team was going to be joining you on this case, and for most of the week it went as thus. DiNozzo purposely ignoring you. You purposely being extra friendly and attentive with DiNozzo, because you thought it was funny.  And Derek practically breathing down the poor man’s neck.

“I want (Y/N) and DiNozzo to go back and recheck all of the alibis, dig a little deeper, see if anything overlaps.” Hotch announced tossing an SUV key at you, which you caught with ease (thank you softball.)

“Hotch.” Derek grumbled, “I think it would be better if I went, let DiNozzo here take Reid to the morgue.”

“Yes.” Tony nodded, and you smirked, rolling your eyes. You put a hand on Derek’s arm, squeezing briefly, shaking your head.

“I’m fine, Hotch, we’re fine. Right DiNozzo?” You asked, and he again nodded his head.

“Yes, of course.”

“Right Morgan?” You asked, turning around and giving a smirk to your big old overprotective husband. He didn’t answer for a moment and you raised your eyebrow, challenging him to say no and admit he was being jealous.

“Of course, dear.” You laughed.

“Good.” You grinned, turning and starting towards the cars, “Come on DiNozzo.” With one more slightly worried look in Derek’s direction Tony took off at a jog after you, eyes focused completely above your head of course. Nowhere else. Never.

Love You Forever (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I’m still shook about last nights episode and i don’t think I will ever recover 😂 here is a very depressing but touching imagine. I might have cried writing this so I hope you guys don’t.
Warnings: death, depression, low self esteem
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader and Spencer are best friends at the BAU and the reader is in love with spencer and everyone can see it except him so when maeve gets taken the reader manages to save her but ends up getting killed
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: reader struggles with body image issues…
2 years.
For two years you have been working at the BAU.
1 year 27 weeks.
That’s how long you have been in love with Spencer Reid.
The whole team knew once you told Penelope but even though Spencer is a genius, he sure is oblivious to love.
He has been your best friend but never showed any interest in being more than friends, which you respected, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.
It hurt when you saw Spencer sitting by himself, reminding you that you couldn’t be his.
He’s so independent.
He’s independent until you make him depend on you.
When he bottles up emotions, you find a way to make him talk to you, opening him up to release anything that was on his mind.
He claims you were the only one who could do that.
And one night, he told you something that shattered your heart.
“Her name is Maeve and… I really like her…” you basically spaced off after that.
Are you not good enough?
Is that what it was?
You felt a tear fall down your cheek.
Damn it.
Good thing Spencer was looking at his lap, where he was sitting crisscross on the couch in front of you.
You quickly wiped the tear, but Spencer noticed.
“Y/N are you okay?” He asked a hint of concern in his voice.
“Yeah I'm… I’m really happy for you.” You said quietly.
By now, he knew something was up.
Thoughts fled his mind as he tried to profile your emotions.
“Is there something you want to tell me? Your holding back something. I will listen I promise.” He said reaching for your hand but you pulled back, knowing his touch is just going to make you nauseous.
“I'm… I’m okay. I promise. I’m just… I’m really happy for you. Im glad you… you found someone.” You said, the last part quiet and filled with disappointment.
He didn’t believe you.
He assumed you needed time alone so he patted your shoulder and left your apartment.
You did need the alone time.
Well time away from him.
You need to try to get over him, find a distraction before this gets out of hand.
Over the past month Spencer has told you all about Maeve and how important she was to him, stabbing you repeatedly in the heart as he rambled about her.
“She’s already the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I don’t care what she looks like.” He said staring at the ceiling.
You broke down, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Sorry I need to leave.” You said, your voice breaking as you sped away.
About a month after that, Maeve had gone missing and Spencer was torn.
It hurt you to see him like this, distant, scared and lost of hope.
He came to your door multiple times with red eyes and a runny nose.
You took care of him of course, but you were half tempted to hand him over to JJ so the pain would stop.
He could crumple in your arms as you stroked his soft hair, telling him it’s going to be okay.
He had even slept over a few times but the last time you couldn’t help it anymore.
When Spencer was sleeping, you kissed his forehead.
“Spencer Reid… I don’t know how I could fall in love with you so fast but… I guess it was just your personality and hearing your soft voice as you rambled about random stuff. But I love you. Not just as a friend but like… I would have liked to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to wake you up in the morning with coffee and shower you in kisses because you deserve the world. But, I know there’s someone else… to do that. I-I hope she treats you well because you deserve it. You deserve it and so much more.” You felt tears spill over your cheeks as you kissed his forehead once more before walking to the kitchen.
The next day, Spencer had put his life on the line.
You weren’t exactly sure what happened, but you know he risked his life.
Now you were on the way to the warehouse where Maeve was being held captive by Diane Turner.
You and the team walked in, guns out of holsters and out in front of you.
“You would kill your self for her?!” Diana yelled as Spencer stood in front of her with his hands in the air.
“Yes.” He said sincerely.
“Wait! Diane right? You had the thesis about suicide killing brain cells right?” You asked putting your gun back in its holster.
“Why do you care?” She snapped holding the gun tighter to Maeve’s head.
“It’s wrong. I read it. I’m actually the one who convinced Ms. Donovan to reject it. She knew it was wrong but I knew how a biased thesis like that would have never passed. Let me take her place. Killing Maeve won’t do you any good. But if you really want to kill someone… kill me.”
“Y/N what are you…”
“Let’s see how your thesis was wrong. I’m putting my life on the line. I’m willing to die. You have no proof that your thesis works. Let me be your test dummy. Do it shoot me.” You said throwing your gun to the side and taking off your FBI vest.
Multiple people were yelling.
“Put down the gun!”
“Y/N what the hell are you doing?”
“Stop taking off your vest.”
“Let her go.” You said keeping eye contact with her.
Diane slowly let go of Maeve and while she was doing so you charged at her, attempting to tackle her and take away your gun but you were interrupted by a loud boom.
You were shot in the pelvis, making you fall to the floor.
You could have swore that would have worked.
Your head hit the ground as you saw JJ run over to Maeve and Derek cuff Diane.
“Y/N Y/N hey look at me.” You heard Spencer say as your body was slightly lifted.
He pressed down on your wound, but nothing hurt.
“Hey your going to be okay.” He said brushing hair out of your face.
“No. No Spencer I’m not.” You said as you choked back tears.
“Don’t-don’t say that you will okay.” He said as tears filled his eyes.
“Spencer… I love you. I’ve loved you for-for a long time okay? Please take care of yourself. Please be careful. I love you so much I’m sorry I couldn’t do better.” You said choking on hot liquid that turned out to be blood.
You saw confusion and compassion in his eyes.
“No you-your going to live. Your going to live.” He repeated but you could already feel your body start to numb.
He was lost for words.
He wanted to say more but he was shocked and everything was coming together.
At that point he knew what was wrong with you that one night.
He now pieced together the little signs he never noticed until now.
How your pupils dilated when you looked at him.
How you got a little shy whenever he would touch you.
The redness in your cheeks when he would smile at you.
“I’m-I’m so sorry.” He said as tears fell down his face.
“You don’t have to-to be. Just know that I love you p-please.” You said with a faint smile.
His blood-covered hand shook as he hugged you tighter.
He started to cry.
Not just shed tears; he started to sob uncontrollably as he felt the last rise and fall of your chest.
“No no please. Someone help me please!” He yelled holding your faint body in his arms.
The medics finally got there and had you on life support, but it was your time.
You risked your life for Spencer’s happiness and if you could you would do it again.
All you wish of now, up in heaven, is that he keeps going.
That he lives a happy life and gets the care he deserves.

halesstiles  asked:

What are your headcanons for domestic Sterek?

i know i asked for this ask (bc no one would send them to me and you’re a true friend) but i’m feeling so attacked right now

  • when stiles and derek first started dating, it had been years since they’d met and so much had already happened between them and the pack that it seemed normal to have someone (and sometimes the pack) crash over all the time
  • so they’re not sure when crashing became living and suddenly, they’re at ikea trying to figure out their favourite curtains to go along w their couch
  • “i don’t know why it has to match, stiles.” … “that’s why i’m making these decision ok? ok.”
  • but when they start living together, oh my god, it’s literally domestic bliss
  • stiles is not a morning person, he hates waking up earlier than he has to (mostly because he spends hours at night researching about the something the pack is facing or having much needed conversations with derek) 
  • derek, on the other hand, is quite the morning person. in fact, he’s too much of a morning person
  • stiles can’t function w/o the strongest cup of coffee so he’ll make a pot and make him breakfast and read a newspaper on the couch
  • he can always tell when stiles is awake because there will be thumps, and “OW!”s going all around
  • but when stiles does show up, droopy eyed, smelling strongly of toothpaste, he plops himself on derek’s lap and nuzzles his throat, kissing it and whispering “i love you”s (because goddamn he deserves all of the alright!!)
  • stiles is the captain of the “derek hale deserves better” squad and erica is his co-president
  • stiles is in charge of washing clothes because the detergent can sometimes be too much for derek’s nose 
  • so while he does that, derek will make the beds
  • the pack comes over a lot and it becomes an unspoken rule that you scent derek at least once while you’re there or stiles will stand there looking at you pointedly for hours 
  • stiles usually cooks after having formed a habit taking care of the sheriff’s diet but derek sometimes surprises stiles w a candle-light dinner after a long day at work
  • after watching b99, stiles insists on washing derek’s hair at least once a week because “derek, it’s the most intimate thing we can do as a couple!” and derek always frowns but let’s be honest ,,,,, sourwolf loves having his head rubbed
  • there are pillow fights and blanket forts
  • christmas traditions where derek brings out the hale family angel for the top of the tree and the pack sits together huddled in front of the fire laughing the night away
  • when they go to bed, derek w his glasses would be engrossing in his book with one handle raking through stiles hair as he spreads his entire body over derek’s, nuzzling into his chest

idk where this went tbh ,,,, idek if it’s good, but it’s mine and i’m happy :) 

chamomiletealove  asked:

(2/2) story like that? Where Stiles and/or Derek are smart, with science major? Like engineering, architecture, computer science, etc? I'm sorry if my ask is too long :( tysm for your hardwork! Love, love your blog!

Here you go. All Sterek. - Anastasia

Originally posted by fourteenisaac

Open It and Follow by dancinbutterfly

(1/1 I 3,611 I Explicit)

Fraternity Brother Derek may be an Omega but he’s no one’s bitch. Still he heats up whenever he has the chance to get at a knot - he just doesn’t usually care about the knothead attached. Problem is this Alpha Stiles seems special. He’s not quite sure how to deal with that.

Hale Yes: A Story of Stiles’ Ruined Life (That Got So Much Better) by StonyAvengerGirl16 (CharmedBritannia)

(6/6 I 6,896 I Teen)

Stiles is a somewhat awkward college freshman who wants to major in Forensic Science. Sure, he grew into his gangly limbs, and sure, he’s pretty smart, but his insistent rambling and ADHD tendencies require a special brand of person to handle. Derek is the campus’ most famous English major, and one of the extremely sexy yet extremely intimidating Hale siblings. So when their paths cross, all of a sudden Stile’s life turns out much harder than it was supposed to be.

Who Knew by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel)

(26/26 I 88,161 I Explicit)

Stiles finally scraped together enough money to get his own apartment and he’s really fucking proud of it, okay? He just wishes shit would stop breaking. He also wishes he hadn’t just bitched out his incredibly hot landlord, but that ship has sailed right along with his dignity.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

(31/31 I 203,777 I Mature)

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.


When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.


Remember forever ago when @gettzi posted that great art of Nursey and his ballerina sister and I said I also headcanoned him with a ballerina sister because I had a whole thing about him and the concept of sprezzatura, which I learned in ballet class and therefore so did he? I finally wrote it.

[Now also on AO3 with both parts in one fic.]

There was a period of about two years, back when Derek was just starting middle school, when he spent two afternoons a week, every week, doing his homework in the corner of his sister’s ballet studio. At first it was because their nanny didn’t have time to drop him off before Naimah had to be at her class, and once they were at the studio, it made far more sense to just stay until her class was over and then head back home together. Derek didn’t mind, did he? He totally minded. It was lame and stupid and… actually kind of beautiful…

Maybe he didn’t mind. Maybe, even after the drop off scheduling conflict cleared up, he still found a reason it would be more convenient for him to go.

He soaked up a a lot of random stuff in those two years. A bunch of ballet French. An instinctive need to count things in eights. An affinity for waltz timing that would serve him well in later ballroom dance situations. An automatic need to correct his posture anytime he thought about a puppet string extending through his core and out the top of his head. And the concept of sprezzatura.

One thing he loved about sitting in the corner was that it was kind of like getting to look behind the curtain. Or at the inner workings of a clock. Ballet took work. And then it all came together.

“Girls,” called the teacher, clapping her hands twice for attention. “Girls, ballet is about grace. We are about to go into the annual performance. We are to give to the audience sprezzatura. I want the appearance of effortless beauty. You are there to present art. The choreography, the music, it should flow through you. The audience is not interested in how many times you had to practice that phrase across the floor. They are only interested in the final result. Your goal is to make it look both flawless and easy.”

He looked it up later and discovered it wasn’t really a ballet term at all. The dictionary just defined it as “studied carelessness,” but Wikipedia gave more background:

Sprezzatura [sprettsaˈtuːra] is an Italian word originating from Baldassare Castiglione’s The Book of the Courtier, where it is defined by the author as “a certain nonchalance, so as to conceal all art and make whatever one does or says appear to be without effort and almost without any thought about it”.[1] It is the ability of the courtier to display “an easy facility in accomplishing difficult actions which hides the conscious effort that went into them”.[2]

(Of course, it might have been helpful if he’d also noticed and remembered the following line as well:

Sprezzatura has also been described “as a form of defensive irony: the ability to disguise what one really desires, feels, thinks, and means or intends behind a mask of apparent reticence and nonchalance”.[3]

But that was an issue for the future.)

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infiniteoceansofblue  asked:

Hey lovelies! I was wondering if you guys could find fics where, post-nogistune, he's still really messed up and traumatized and depressed and stuff from it? And the pack and Scott and Derek take care of him and help him recover? Thank you so much!

Here you go, @infiniteoceansofblue! - Anastasia

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

A Little Unsteady by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz)

(1/1 I 1,087 I General I Sterek)

Derek’s always there. Stiles is a little unsteady. Things end up okay, maybe even a little good.

Make You Feel at Ease by orphan_account

(1/1 I 1,228 I Not Rated I Sterek)

They had finally defeated the Nogitsune, destroyed the dark spirit, but Stiles still felt like there was darkness left inside of him. All of his friends, one by one, come to visit the broken boy but no one is able to get through to him.

It’s not until Scott knocks some sense into the one person Stiles needs that things are finally at ease.

It’s Okay by eggprince

(1/1 I 1,737 I General I Sterek)

It’s a long road to recovery after the Nogitsune fiasco, but Scott’s willing to do anything to help Stiles as much as he can.

If that means cuddling under three blankets in the sweltering heat of summer, then so be it.

enough of a benediction by aweekofsaturdays

(1/1 I 2,190 I Explicit I Chris/Stiles)

Chris’ thumb brushes lightly in circles at his neck, soothing the taut muscles and smoothing over the short hairs there. Stiles hadn’t noticed but now he can feel it sifting away something with every pass, can feel the edge behind his eyes easing, can feel something else climbing in his gut with the continuity of the touch.

I don’t need you, but i really do by VoidSterekOTP

(1/1 I 3,297 I Mature I Sterek)

“Why weren’t you at school?” Scott asks concerned.
“I wasn’t feeling to good this morning and I threw up last night. Dad let me take the day off” Well it wasn’t exactly a lie he just left the part out where he spent all day in bed with his boyfriend snorting coke off of each other’s chest and smoking pot.

Beau Geste by alan713ch

(3/3 I 4,777 I General I Sciles)

“How do wolves signal their position to another members of their pack?”

“They howl.”

Hypnotised by CasualWinchester

(4/? I 5,358 I Not Rated I Stydia)

After the events of Season 3B, the pack are all trying to get back to normal. Even though everyone knows that normality in Beacon Hills is not a word that is used lightly. So when a new lost pack turns up and after a vicious attack leaves Stiles with the bite. Things become dangerous in Beacon Hills again.

Especially when a familiar face shows up.

Big Bad Wolf by Nival_Vixen

(7/? I 8,685 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles knows that someone needs and trusts him, and it’s not his father or Scott - it’s Derek.

After he discovers that Kate’s kidnapped Derek, Stiles tracks him down, and with the help of the pack, Stiles gets his big bad wolf back.

Your Vision Borrows Mine by hazyascent

(1/? I 12,089 I Explicit I Sterek I Rape)

Stiles has encountered a fair share of monsters before, way out of his league - the kinds that children are afraid are hiding in their closets and under the bed.

He’d even become one himself when he was void. The nogitsune was in his house, his body, and his mind.

But the worst monster he’s ever faced took even more from him and got away with it.

It’s why Stiles has never really been as terrified of werewolves and kanimas and darachs as he should have been. They’re really not that scary, relatively speaking, and he has a whole team on his side. They always found a way to win - until they lost someone they really loved.

Stiles doesn’t know how to be normal, not after everything he’s done and everyone he’s hurt. The nogitsune is gone, but another monster is on its heels.

His uncle is back. And Stiles has never felt more alone.

Necrosis by Aris

(¾ I 17,213 I Teen I Sterek)

Wings are thought to be a reflection of who you are inside.

After the Nogitsune, Stiles’s begin to rot.

tide pulls from the moon by paintedrecs

(10/10 I 45,258 I Mature I Sterek)

When Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.

“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”

Don’t Care

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Requested: Yes by anon

Warning: Swearing, fluff, I wrote this on a night shift and it is not proof read so sorry about that; also I’m looking for a co-pilot, someone I can send my stuff to who can read it and tell me what they think <3

masterlist / coming soon

Thank you so so so much for 1.6k.

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

The dog whimpered on the veterinary table, blood seeping from the back leg, you wondered just how long this dog has been in pain. “Now, just grab the skin like this,” Deaton instructed and you followed every instruction with caution. Your hand started to shake, but Deaton’s larger hand covered it, taking the needle from it. You took a deep breath, stepping backwards and watching intently at your mentor stitching up the dog’s wound.

“I’m finding it hard to concentrate,” You whispered shamefully to your mentor hours after the mishap with the wounded dog. You were disappointed in yourself for not being able to do a simple stitch, but your mind was elsewhere causing your body to lose all control. Deaton was like an older brother to you at this point, he wasn’t that much older but old enough. You’ve confided in him many times before so you knew he was the right person to talk to.

“And why’s that, y/n?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowed whilst his soft voice calmed your nerves.

“It’s Derek, again.” You feel the heat rising up your neck, and to your cheeks, “I know when I first started to fall for him, you told me that it would be dangerous and pointless at this point, but, but…”

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Nothing like dad - Pack mom

Y/N had left the loft late thursday morning to do some grocery shopping making a mental note to pick up some of Isaac’s favourite snacks. He was too shy to ask so she kept an eye on some of the things he was fond of and noted to pick up extras for him. Y/N loved Isaac as if he was her own. She and Derek has rescued him from his father’s abuse and allowed him to stay with them. Y/N was a doting mother to figure, always taking care of everything he needed. Admitted she babied a little but Isaac didn’t complain appreciating that someone genuinely loved him enough to take care of him and make sure he was doing ok. The trip wasn’t more than an hour as she quickly made her way up and down several recognizable aisles picking up what she needed before heading to the checkout and paying. She headed back to her car putting the grocery bags in the back seat to start her journey home to her boys.

Y/N pulled up outside the loft and went to the backset to retrieve the few shopping bags and headed inside. As soon as she stepped in she could sense something was wrong. The atmosphere was dark and tense rather than soft and relaxed. Y/N saw Derek and Isaac face to face. Derek was practically growling under his breath as Isaac began to cower away from is Alpha. She saw Derek do the one thing Y/N hoped she never had to witness. Derek mimicked the same action Isaac’s father had of throwing a glass at his head as it smashed against the wooden pillar causing him to flinch and stumble back looking at him absolutely terrified.

“Derek!” Y/N yelled in anger. She placed he groceries on the table and made her way into the living room towards Isaac taking his face into her hands checking him for my injuries and placed a sweet kiss to his forehead embracing him in a protective hug. Derek saw her expression. Not only was she mad but she was also disappointed.
“I cannot believe you, Derek Hale”, she began. She ushered Isaac to compose himself as he was in slight shock from the terror. She continued to reassure him wrapping an arm around him, holding him close and rubbing the pad of her thumb against his forearm as he nuzzled into her neck thankful she was here for him.
“Isaac, baby? I’m here, it’s ok. You’re ok”, she reassured him smoothing his curls away from his face to wipe away his tears. She pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Babe…” Derek began.
“You did the exact same thing to Isaac, that his father did. The whole point of him coming to stay with us was so he could feel safe and protected. Not so you could lose your temper and hurt him. I cannot believe you. Isaac’s been through enough. He doesn’t need this”, she spat at him furiously. She walked away taking Isaac into her arms and guiding him up the stairs to her and Derek’s shared bedroom.

“Y/N…” Derek called after her.
“I don’t want to hear it, Derek”, she replied disappointed. She set Isaac down on the bed and headed into the bathroom and took out the first aid kit heading back into the bedroom to tend to him.
“Are you ok, baby? Are you hurt? What can momma do?” She asked sitting beside him to examine his face for any glass. She spotted some dried blood under his eye and took out an anti-septic wipe to clean it up gently. She knew Isaac would heal but that was still no excuse for Derek to lose his temper.
“I’m so sorry Derek lost his temper and did that. I’m sure he didn’t mean it”, she reassured him.
“It’s ok”, Isaac looked down into his lap and shrugged.
“honey this is no way ok. We know what you’ve been through. I promised I would take care of you and I failed at that”, she sighed disappointed in herself. Some pack mother. She cupped his cheek with one hand and brushed her thumb against his cheek.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Isaac and pulled him close to her chest pressed a kiss to his crown.
“I love you so so much and it’s my job as your momma to protect you no matter what”, she explained to him.
“I still love you”, Isaac mumbled against her relaxing into her chest.
“It’s my fault”, a voice interrupted them. Derek walked into Isaac’s room and kneeled down in front of the beta.
“I’m sorry, Isaac. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know what came over me”, Derek apologised.
“I’m sorry, babe. It won’t happen again”, Derek apologised to Y/N placing a hand on her knee.
“Our job is to love and protect him, Derek. Isaac’s already been through so much and he deserves nothing more than to be loved and given a safe and secure home where he doesn’t have to be scared of someone hurting him. It breaks my heart”, she stated.
“I know and you’re right. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do what it takes to make everything right. To the both of you”, he promised. Y/N looked up at Derek’s expression and saw that he looked guilty and had sincerely apologised. She offered him a small smile. Deep down she knew she’d forgive him knowing he would keep his word.
“I forgive you. I know you’re the all powerful Alpha but sometimes it gets away from you. We protect our pack no matter what.” She stated. Derek nodded in agreement and pressed a kiss to her forehead as well as cupping Isaac’s cheek lovingly.
“I am sorry, pup”, he stated looking at the beta. Isaac nodded knowing full well that Derek hasn’t meant to hurt him but his memories from his past still gave him nightmares. He silently thanked the heavens that he had Y/N. She was everything a mother should be and Isaac appreciated everything she did for him even letting him call her his momma.
“I forgive you”, Isaac replied and offered him a small mile. Derek joined Y/N and Isaac on the bed and wrapped his arms around them pulling them both into a hug.

Request: Hi love ! Can you please do 5 , 10 and 40 with Derek ? Thank you very much!

@joeynihil & @raekenimages

“Derek, stop!” You yelled as he dragged you inside the loft
“No! You’re my girlfriend and I can’t stand anyone trying to touch you, specially not Brett!” You stared at him in disbelief
“You think I’m cheating on you?” You ask, there was no response, you scoffed

“I need to protect you! As girlfriend and beta, you’re my responsibility!” He defended himself
“Stop making up excuses! Stop distrusting me! Just stop!” You roared, your amber orbs showing for a split second “Answer me, Derek. Do you think I’m cheating on you?” He stared at you before finally finding the right words.

“I’ve thought about it” you took a step back not believing what you heard “It’s just that Brett is known as a player and…” you interrupted him

“Oh, so you just assumed it happened?” You retorted, hurt by his words “Do you really think that’s the kind of person I am?” He stared at the ground “Now I realize, the greatest of our mistakes was to love each other” you took another step back, Derek tried to reach over to you but you shook your head

"Y/N, please” he begged, you stared at him, erasing every single emotion out of your face, you couldn’t show how much you cared, if you did you would never be able to let him go.

“Goodbye, Derek”

Solace // Derek Hale

Summary: You start ignoring the pack when you’re best friend Ellen relapses after ten years of being cancer free. You care for her and she keeps telling you to live your life after she’s gone. You’ll miss her dearly but with the support of Derek and the pack you know you’ll be fine.

Characters: Derek x Reader, Ellen (OC), Lydia, and the pack.

Words: 1195

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters.

Warnings: Mention of death, pregnancy, depression, angst, and cancer.

Author: Caitsy

Requested: Yes, anon

Tagging: At the bottom

A/N I tried my hardest to make it known that Ellen has cancer while not getting into the symptoms because I’m don’t know much about cancer.

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Originally posted by stilessderek

Ellen had been there for you since you were very small, mainly because her parents babysat you. She was a year older than you and you loved her so very much that you viewed her as both your best friend and sister. Recently you had noticed a drop in her life, it wasn’t surprising but it wasn’t welcomed either.

When you were still in high school Ellen was diagnosed with cancer at the age of thirteen and not only did it destroy her but you felt lost. Ellen didn’t come to school much and then her parents and her decided to do homeschooling. Ellen didn’t want people to see her bald head.

“Hey Ellen, what’s wrong?” You asked her while she was in her apartment.

“I have some news.” Ellen weakly smiled. It was almost like you knew what the words would be before they tumbled out of her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” You asked sitting down beside her.

“The cancer came back.” She admitted, “I was in remission for ten years and it’s come back.”

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loveyprophet  asked:

Hey!! This is probs really weird, but do you know any fics that emphasize Stiles wearing clothes that don't fit him and/or him wearing lots layers? Like it could be a make over Fic or one just talking about it. Thanks for taking the time to do all this! Also I want to say how amazing your tag system is! You both are great at this organizing business!

This one was a bit of a challenge but here’s what I found. - Anastasia

Originally posted by atruehiro

Layers by NeoCortex

(1/1 I 297 I General I No Pairing)

Stiles always has layers about him. In more ways than one.

Something of a Surprise by dragon_temeraire

(1/1 I 1,587 I Teen I Sterek)

Somehow, while Derek wasn’t paying attention, Stiles got really hot.

Size Me Up by Chubstilinski

(1/1 I 1,596 I Teen I Sterek)

It’s tight, really tight. The shirt fits across his shoulders but the fabric pulls around his midsection, stretching the buttons slightly. He hadn’t realized Stiles had gained so much weight. Its not like Derek didn’t notice he’d gained some, he’s not blind, and it’s not as if he cares. He really likes it, in fact. It suits him. But the way the shirt forms to his body highlights changes baggy layers won’t show.

Lay us down (we’re young and in love) by MemeKon

(1/1 I 3,765 I Mature I Sterek)

I need someone to write me a body worship fic where Derek turns the tables on all the ‘you’re gorgeous’, 'you’re so pretty’ and 'you look so good’s he gets grunted from Stiles on a regular basis; a fic where Derek notices Stiles’ countless layers, notices that he likes fucking with clothes on the way, and it burns low on the pit of his stomach, rolls around there, making him so uncomfortable, because for all that Stiles acts like he knows his own value, acts like he’s the shit, deep inside he’s just a kid that’s… What? Never been touched? But he has. Been touched, that is. There’s Derek, who’s pressed his hands everywhere Stiles has allowed him access to; and before that… There was the girl, Heather?

And before… And before nothing. That’s it.

The Taste Of Sweat And Metal On His Tongue by slythatheart

(5/5 I 13,103 I Explicit I Stanny)

Stiles had a navel piercing.