i really want him to be comfortable about talking about sterek

the blazing bombardier.

Idk, this is just a summery fluffball of a Sterek getting-together drabble because I’m tired of winter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.

He knows such people exist because he’s been standing in line with them for the Blazing Bombardier for half an hour now, but even when he’s looking right at them, it’s hard to believe. Seriously, why. The list of things to do on a Saturday afternoon that don’t involve screaming and trying not to hurl is literally infinite. He could be lounging around in his pjs in his dorm right now and rereading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, just for example. Or working out, or going for a drive to the beach, or watching a movie with Boyd and Erica. (Boyd and Erica are officially his favorite people right now because, unlike his sisters, they understand the basic concept that friends don’t make their friends who lose bets ride the most terrifying invention since clown costumes.)

The line moves forward, and oh god, now Derek can actually see the loading station. The seats are wicked-looking hanging harnesses painted to look like flames. He’s going to be sick before he even sits down in the thing.

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alphaandhismate  asked:

Hey Rachel got a question for ya. Do you think Stiles would feel inadequate compared to all the buff sexy werewolves and push himself​ to the breaking point trying to look like he belongs? Cause I have this headcanon where he decides to work out to make himself look like he belongs beside the wolves but it doesn't work out to well and he winds up doing more harm than good. Which upsets Derek when he finds out (because he loves the idiot but he won't admit it)

Aw I can absolutely see this. Stiles, already prone to insecurity and the feeling of not being good enough, slowly being worn down by that itching knowledge in his skull of being that he’s not as strong as any of his friends, not as attractive as any of his friends, and sure as hell not as useful as any of them, right? Sure, he’s smart. He knows that. But what the hell use is that in battle? He can’t dive in front of a bullet to keep the others from hurting, can’t stand beside the others and fight at anything close to their level.

And no matter how much he smirks at enemies’ jibes and plays off as enjoying being the group’s token human (”means I get to leave all the heavy lifting to you guys, right?”) it’s a feeling that would keep building up over time, pushing at the back of his skull every time the pack insists he be left behind on a certain mission, that he should stay where he’s safe, or gets offhandedly told he’ll just slow the others down. Every time they go running out in the preserve and he gets to sit behind and watch the car. Every time he goes out with the group and finds himself wondering what he looks like in everyone else’s eyes: this circle of beautiful beyond belief, supernaturally perfect people and then… him.

He couldn’t share his worries with the others –– Scott would get that worried look in his eyes and insist Stiles is perfect the way he is. Lydia might not share the same speed and strength as the others but she’s always been supernaturally beautiful, and she’s got her own banshee tricks to help out in a fight. So he keeps it inside, bottles it up… and he starts to push himself. Stays after school lifting weights until his limbs are wrecked from it, goes out running until his legs are shaking under him. Thinking one more lift, one more mile, one step closer to belonging.

And it starts working, too. He’s able to keep up with the pack sometimes, on their more casual runs. He’s gaining muscle, losing any last hints of baby fat. But there are hollowed shadows under his eyes too and he’s not eating enough, probably, but that’s fine. It’s fine when he wrestles with Liam and ends up with a purpled bruise blooming out across his ribs from a too-hard tackle. It’s fine that he can’t really sleep anymore because his muscles are always burning. It’s fine because he’s started looking at pictures of the group after pack events and almost seeing a group of people who fit together, not a handful of perfect people around a lanky, awkward him. Who the hell wouldn’t sacrifice a little comfort and the ability to lift his arms above his head for that?


Derek’s the one who notices first, because of course he is. Drops in through the bedroom window one night like the supernatural stalking creeper he used to be, and finds Stiles collapsed to an exhausted heap against the side of his bed. Too tired and too sore to have stripped off his sweat-stained shirt or make it the extra step to lay down on it. He forces a smile when he spots Derek, but it’s more pained than it should be. Wavers at the edges. Derek ignores his opening jibe, doesn’t comment on the way Stiles tries to push himself up on unsteady palms and falters, a spasm of motion that starts and dies just as fast. Just moves silent, sits down next to him on the floor at the foot of the bed. There’s a world of words in his silence, a disapproving air Stiles can feel deep in his bones, and he finds himself saying “I’m fine,” low and head ducked, like it’s a lie.

It’s not a lie. But it’s not exactly true either, is it?

Derek’s eyes are on Stiles’ face now, flicking down his damp shirt, over his faintly trembling limbs, and it’s like he’s seeing too much suddenly, seeing through walls Stiles is too tired to pull up. People aren’t supposed to see him at this point in the day; they’re supposed to see him in the morning when he has the energy to grin and bounce and keep up with the rest of them like it’s effortless. They’re not supposed to see the tired bruises under his eyes or the way he shakes from hours of trying to hold himself at a werewolf’s level.

He wets his lips, a flash of frustration burning bitter through him.

“Look, I’m not strong like you guys.” It’s not news. It’s been a constant refrain for the past two years of his life, ever since Scott was bit and turned into a superhero sports star girl magnet and left Stiles standing awkwardly in his dust. Stiles couldn’t ask for the bite, Scott wouldn’t understand. And he doesn’t think he wants it either, not really. He doesn’t want the claws or the anchors or the pulls to the moon. He just wants to be able to keep up with them. Wants to not be the funny one in a group of supermodels. Doesn’t want to be the weak one in a group of heroes. Doesn’t want to be the one holding them back.

He bites over a frustrated sound, frowns at Derek’s faintly pinched brows, manages to lift one bone-dead arm and snaps out even more harshly: “I’m not… hot.”

It’s not the whole issue, it barely touches the issue, but it’s too much already and he scowls after he says it, daring Derek to snort or mock him or roll his eyes and agree, obviously, but that searching look only seems to sink deeper and Derek murmurs, “You’re wrong.”

Which is just… it’s worse than laughing. Because Stiles could handle people dismissing him, mocking him. He’s used to that. What he can’t take is Derek fucking Hale feeling so goddamned bad about his patheticness that he’s reduced to lying to try and comfort him.

“Oh, right, sure. I’m hot. You guys are all freaking Greek gods with all the muscle and the… faces.” He snorts, falling back against an overworked spine that protests the pressure. “You can’t even talk. You’ve always been the hottest person ever. You’ve got no idea what it’s like to be the one no one ever wants.”

Derek’s eyes flick down Stiles again, reassessing, and Stiles winces over the realization that Derek’s trying to find something, anything likable on his wiry frame.

Don’t––” He starts, because he physically cannot handle that, but Derek’s saying “You’re wrong,” again, and it’s soft and warm in a way that doesn’t sound like pity.

But Stiles doesn’t let himself feel it. The “oh yeah?” he shoots back is sure and challenging, almost smug in its confidence because maybe he’s not beautiful beyond all reason like the man next to him, maybe he’s not strong and desirable and wanted but at least he’s smart enough to realize that.

Derek lets out a growl of frustration and turns where he’s sitting, crowds in close with palms pressed to either side of Stiles’ thigh, and Stiles is on the edge of rolling his eyes because does Derek seriously think he can intimidate Stiles into changing his mind about himself, but then “you’re wrong” falls out a third time, a too-warm growl of a whisper, and Derek closes the space between their lips.

Stiles loses his conviction in the contact.

Derek’s hands move over him while they kiss, dragging soothing tips and scolding pinches over his wrecked muscles in ways that leave him groaning, touches sinking you’re beautiful and you’re wanted under his skin in ways the best words probably never could. Hands trail down to play across Stiles’ fingers, silently praising the cleverness of them. Beard-rough lips drift up to kiss across his temple and a warmth of admiration seems to melt into him with each press. And Stiles can barely move, arms aching protest as he lifts them to thread into Derek’s hair, body quivering in ways that shift between exhaustion and want.

When Derek finally leans back Stiles whimpers, wanting more but too worn down to chase him. But Derek’s watching him from inches away in the dark room, and there’s no reflected flaws in those dark eyes now. Just you’re beautiful, you’re wanted. You’re important

Stiles runs light thumbs down Derek’s beard, lets out a light laugh he barely recognizes.

“Guess I believe you,”

(And from now on, on nights when the pack goes out running, Stiles and Derek find a more interesting way to occupy themselves by the cars.)

Apparently, some people actually think that Stiles and Derek had no development.

I thought they were just joking, but some of the ones I’ve encountered honestly believe that.

I’m not talking about in terms of romance, because not everyone ships Sterek, so that can slide. These people who’ve said it think that they had no development whatsoever, no development into friends or even allies, as in they remained the same since season 1.

Now, people say a lot of things about Sterek, but that has got to be the funniest one yet.

I’d just like to explain why those people are wrong.

Season 1

Stiles and Derek hated each other in the beginning, obviously, right from the get go. Stiles even suggested letting Derek die in the beginning, and Derek threatened his life twice in one episode, a couple more times throughout the season and slammed his head into a steering wheel (or was that season 2?)

Most of the times they were brought together was because of Scott. For example, 1x04.

In this episode, Stiles and Derek were forced to spend an entire day together while Scott went about in search of a wolfsbane bullet to save Derek.

In this episode Derek said he rip Stiles’ throat out with his teeth, yanked Stiles forward, there was also a lot of bickering, especially on Stiles’ part.

And even after all of that, Stiles still made an effort to wake Derek up when he suspected that Derek was dead.

I do suspect that this did have a lot to do with a person dying in Stiles’ presence, the guilt or the memory of it that would follow that worried him, but at the same time, Stiles probably was worried about Derek somewhere deep down inside.

We all know this episode as well.

In this scene, Stiles was shoved up against a wall by Derek who proceeded to try and demand things of him until eventually Stiles reminded him of who’s home they were in.

And for all the people who said that Stiles has never done anything wrong to Derek, well, in this episode he used Derek’s body to get Danny to do what he needed him to do. It wasn’t physical, so people saw it as harmless, but it could be seen by many as objectification. Obviously, very problematic.

And let’s completely dismiss the fact that by this time Derek trusted Stiles enough (and knew Stiles was smart enough) for him to come to Stiles for help. Moving on now.

Obviously season one wasn’t their best season, but we do see clear signs that they didn’t hate each other as much as they had claimed like when Derek protected Stiles from Peter in the hospital and when Stiles got in Argent’s face about what Kate did to Derek and his family. No development yet, but there was something.

Season 2

This, for me, is the season where things really started to change between the two. They paired up a lot that season, such as in 2x02.

The car scene was incredibly enjoyable, but the most notable part of this episode was when Derek roared Isaac into submission when he tried to hurt Stiles and became Derek “I’m the Alpha now” Hale.

It’s really in 2x04, Abomination, where Derek’s whole view on Stiles changed.

There was yet again, a lot of bickering in that episode, no surprise. But the fact is that Stiles held Derek’s paralyzed body in the water for hours and refused to let him drown.

Guys, this is the same Stiles that was pleading with his best friend to just let Derek die in season 1.

But that was not even the best part of that, it is viewed as the best part by many, but in terms of their development, the most important part of 2x04 was…

Even without context,  this gif displays just how real that scene was. The intense yet soft eye contact they made was enough, especially coming from Derek.

Before this scene, Derek’s never broadcasted that much appreciation and affection towards anyone whilst on the show.

It was hard to understand at first, but there was a post I read about a year ago that explained this scene perfectly.

When Stiles finished off Derek’s sentence, labeling the kanima as an abomination, it registered to Derek that Stiles didn’t view him as an abomination. An abomination, something he’s been viewed as for years, something that got his entire family killed because that’s what werewolves were seen as by hunters. It meant more to Derek than maybe even Stiles understood, hearing that and it shows on his face.

And we all know this episode due to a specific “title” and quote given by a specific someone.

Yes, 2x10, Fury.

Another one of those episodes where Stiles and Derek were thrown together, quite literally this time too since Stiles was literally thrown on top of Derek.

Later on in this episode, when Scott came to the rescue, Derek had urged him to just take Stiles, think of Stiles’ to safety first as he did on the same night of the pool scene where he told Stiles to leave before things got dangerous.

It honesty says a lot that Stiles, who Derek found highly annoying, was still someone he cared enough about to think of his safety.

Season 3

That season seemed to secure their friendship.

Yes, there was that one scene where Derek punched Stiles’ hand.

It is quite clear that this scene was there for nothing other than comedic relief. No, I’m not trying to justify the action since it was still harmful, I’m simply stating that it wasn’t meant to be seen as something serious.

And other than that scene, it seems like Derek and Stiles mostly just looked out for each other that season.

The moment after Boyd’s death cannot not be in this.

Let’s remember that the season before that. when Stiles laid a hand on Derek’s shoulder, Derek gave him a look that suggested it would be best for him if he took it off.

Yet, in this scene, 3x07, Derek easily accepted it despite being in a more vulnerable place than he was in 2x02. He allowed Stiles’ comfort without a single word.

Let me also acknowledge the fact that Stiles cared enough to do it, knew Derek needed something, a little support, and he was there for him.

And in 3x10, the fact that it took only one look from Stiles for Derek to believe Stiles over Jennifer.

Also in 3x10, the fact that Stiles reached out for Derek, who was possibly about to do something risky, almost as if it were an instinct by that time after the many times he’s protected Derek.

Surely, this does contrast from season 1 and 2 where touching Derek was never really an option unless it was necessary.

There was also the elevator scene, the scene that paralleled 1x04.

Going back to what I said before about why Stiles acted the way he did the first time, how his fear of someone dying in front of him probably overrode the fact that it was Derek who was that person. In this scene, it was obvious that Derek was his only focus. He was worried about Derek’s state at that moment, which was clear from the look on his face and the panic in his voice.

And let’s also not forget the fact that Derek was questioning whether they should take the Nogitsune, obviously a danger down because it was in Stiles’ body.

Let me rewind back to the beginning of season 1 where Derek wanted just about nothing to do with Stiles, meaning he probably wouldn’t have cared if Stiles were to die. Let’s also remember who we’re talking about, Derek Hale, the man who jumps for the kill at the slightest signs of danger. The Nogitsune, clearly not good news, and he hinted that he would feel remorse putting the fox down, the only reason being that Stiles was still there somewhere.

We also have the fact that Stiles was Derek’s anchor, Stiles who he hated somehow became Derek’s anchor.

This alone is enough to justify just how highly Derek began to think of Stiles, Stiles who, again, he hated.

Oh, and let’s also not forget that this was the season Stiles obviously became completely comfortable with Derek who he said himself he was scared of in season 1. Yet, in season 3, he was constantly pushing Derek’s buttons, knowing he was safe and that Derek wouldn’t harm him in any way. He lost that fear and in came fondness.

Season 4

Though they barely had scenes in this season, it definitely did show just how close they got.

There was the fact that Stiles worried for Derek’s safety when he went missing.

There was the face Stiles got when Derek’s name came up on that list of people who were being targeted to get killed.

There was the look on Stiles’ face when Derek was dying.

Oh, and the fact that Stiles looked back, reluctant to leave Derek even while leaving meant saving his best friend who was in danger at the time.

Bringing up again that Stiles wanted Derek dead in the beginning, but in season four, he found himself worrying about Derek’s safety and life in general more than once.

Season 5 (Bonus)

That wonderful moment where Stiles found himself smiling at Derek’s initials, a reminder of Derek.

This can easily be seen as Stiles missing Derek, Derek who he hated and learned to appreciate and care for.

Stiles and Derek’s development process goes far beyond what was in this post. There was so much more that I could’ve added but did not, these were just a few of the more significant events in their growth.

Many fail to have noticed their development because they’ve still carried a few factors of how they started with them throughout all the seasons, such as their constant bickering, and even with that bit, their development is clear.

Whether you ship Sterek romantically or not, there is no denying how much they’ve grown. Stiles and Derek had that slow build, the slowest build ever on Teen Wolf and one of the greatest, if not the greatest, developments on that show.

It was a long journey for them and they really did come a long way.

Help (i need someone)

This was supposed to be a few paragraphs of “i had a thought” so of course it ended up over 1k. Oops?

I might write this eventually, i sort of wrote this already, but it’s not!fic style, I’ll be expanding it in the next few days, but if you get inspired, feel free to run with it, just tag me please!

So, you know how animals will occasionally seek help from humans? Like, a momma cat whose kittens are stuck in a drain pipe, or a raccoon who gets its paw trapped in a pop can, etc?

Think feral Derek who gets injured (either just after the fire he goes full shift feral or after finding Laura, or a random thing whatever, just he’s a wolf and has been for sometime now) and he gets injured. Caught in a trap or maybe he finds an injured thing, or maybe he’s stuck in a plastic ring thing that someone left behind from a picnic and he’s kind of forgotten how to be human, so he needs a hand, and so he howls for help.

Stiles has been hearing a wolf howling for weeks now, but when he mentions it is just met with “There are no wolves in California” but, you know our curious boy is not going to give up. So he’s been walking through the preserve investigating. He’s pretty sure he’s narrowed down where the wolf is living now, so when he hears a particularly urgent sounding howl, he’s in his Jeep and on the road before the sound is even finished echoing.

When he gets close to where he wants to turn into the preserve he sees a huge, black wolf, limping (or trying to get his attention, depending on whether Derek is injured, stuck, or being a good boy, er, Samaritan…).

So Stiles stops the car abruptly and, unthinking, leaps out of the car and runs toward the animal, practically skidding to a stop as he drops down in front of it, asking “What’s wrong, big guy, huh?” And Derek. Derek is momentarily stunned because this human just all but launched himself at him and that’s… not normal? Also, he smells really good (and familiar, definitely the human that’s been walking through the woods on the edges of his territory) and his hands that are absently petting Derek’s fur and checking for injuries feel really nice, and it’s all kind of jumbled in his head because he’s been running mostly on instinct for a while, and what he really wants to do is push his nose into the human’s neck and scent him and then push him over onto the ground and curl up around him.

But. He had a reason for venturing out of the relative safety of the woods. He needed help.

So he manages to communicate to the boy whatever it is that he needs, and Stiles obliges (i don’t know what’s cuter, some ridiculous litter caught around him or him leading Stiles to some trapped kittens) and then Stiles convinces the big wolf to get in his car (not that it takes much, Derek really wants to go with him) and takes him home, gets him clean and dry, figures out how to explain it to his dad…

Stiles finds the wolf curled up around his pillow (you can’t blame Derek, it smelled so good, okay) and after unsuccessfully trying to convince him to move to the end of the bed, gives up and lies down next to him with a grumbled “listen dude, i know you understand me, you did everything else i asked you to do, even let me give you a bath, which even dogs don’t do calmly. You’re not a normal wolf, buddy” to which Derek replies with a huff and a nuzzle at Stiles’ hand demanding to be pet as he apologizes. As Stiles scratches Derek’s head lightly, the truth of what he said hits him: this is not a normal wolf.

As he falls asleep, he’s already thinking about what to research in the morning.

He convinces his dad he’s fostering the wolf-dog for Dr Deaton, Scott’s boss at the vet clinic, and John quickly grows to enjoy the giant “dog” he even encourages him to sit with him while he reads over case files and half watches the game. As the days pass and he spends more time with the incredibly obedient wolf, who responds and reacts more like a human than an animal, and he does more and more digging into lore and local history, he starts to think he’s got it figured out.

They’ve been arguing about names, because Stiles needs something to call him. So far, the wolf has grouched about all nicknames (dude gets an especially emphatic unhappy sound) and done a decent canine version of an eye roll at a series of popular dog names. After a couple weeks, Stiles sits down in front of the wolf and pets him, holds his face with both hands and scritches behind his ears.

“Hey pal. I think I’ve figured out what to call you, but i need you to promise you won’t get mad like when i suggested Balto,okay? And i need you to promise you won’t like, run away or rip my throat out with those impressively big teeth of yours, yeah?”

Derek tilts his head in the best unimpressed agreement he can muster as a wolf (and he’s been having a hard time staying as a wolf lately, he wants to know what Stiles’ hands he’ll like on his skin and talk to John about baseball. He’s starting to remember what being human feels like. He’s even woken up half shifted a few times, human arms wrapped around Stiles and the beat of his heart under his fingertips, a growing ache in his chest).

“I think,” Stiles sighs and bumps his forehead against Derek’s. “I think i should be calling you Derek.” Stiles holds his breath and Derek freezes then tries to pull away, shaking his head as he feels the wolf falling away. “Derek, please, please stay calm, it’s okay. I know what happened, i get it. Please. ”

And Stiles’ hands are splayed and there’s no stutter in his heart beat, and his voice is quiet and pleading, so Derek stops fighting, stops holding onto the wolf, lets the shift fall away until it’s just him, kneeling uncertainly on Stiles’ bedroom floor. He takes a deep breath before he can meet Stiles’ eyes, when he does they both gasp a little, each struck by the beauty of the other, and Stiles in awe at the transformation he’s witnessed: the confirmation of the supernatural overwhelming, but not as overwhelming as the man crouched in front of him.

As a wolf, Derek had become a best friend of sorts; a faithful companion and confidant, even as Stiles began to suspect his true nature, he still felt safe telling him all his secrets.

After a long moment staring at each other, a grin spreads across Stiles’ face. “Hi.”

Derek swallows hard and manages a rough sounding “Hi” his vocal chords no longer accustomed to the shape of words.

Eventually, after looking at each other with soft smiles, Stiles momentarily holding in a million questions, Derek growing used to the way his body and his mind feel when he’s human, they get up. Stiles moves close and reaches a hand up to feel Derek’s face, repeating a soft “Hi” around an even softer grin, Derek leans into the touch and it’s easy to drift together to the bed. Stiles gets Derek some pyjama pants and tries not to look as he changes before sitting beside him, their hands lacing together easily as they talk for hours, falling asleep briefly until the sound of John’s car wakes them.

Stiles tells his dad the dog had to go back to Deaton and they both mourn his loss, John starts talking about getting a new dog. After a couple days of hiding Derek, Stiles introduces him to the Sheriff as a human. They get along even better than before, much to everyone’s relief. (They probably spin a story about Derek’s apartment flooding or something a few days later to get John to offer the spare room, because hiding a full grown man is hard, and Derek isn’t ready to be a person around other people yet. When Stiles has visitors he hides)

It takes time, but Derek grows comfortable in his skin again, and after they’ve known each other many months as people, they go from being Derek and Stiles to DerekandStiles and it’s as easy as it ever was for them to curl around each other, whisper secrets and fall asleep to rhythm of one another’s heartbeat.

Sterek Recs: Bookmarked (1/?)

I’ve been lacking with my posts, specifically my sterek recs, so I decided I should post all 1,163 (and counting) fics that I have bookmarked on AO3 into a few separate posts.

WARNING: I have been bookmarking almost every sterek fic I have ever read since the summer of 2015. Some of these fics may include side pairings or briefly include Derek and/or Stiles with someone else. I tried to add some tags and warnings here but PLEASE read the tags and or warnings on the fic itself if this is something you do not like. All of these fics are completed. 

How to Win an Argument Without Really Trying by sffan (Explicit - 2.2k)

It started with a kiss.

Well, actually, it started with an argument.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, First Time, Porn Without Plot

Blushing Pretty by the_deep_magic (Explicit - 3.2k)

Tonight’s the rare occasion when he gets to take Stiles apart, piece by piece, and Stiles – annoying, mouthy, brilliant, gorgeous Stiles – lets him. 

— Tags and Warnings: Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Light BDSM

🔒 The One In Which Derek’s Dick Disappears by bleep0bleep (Explicit - 3.3k)

Derek wakes up one afternoon without a particular appendage.

Stiles thinks someone left a very realistic looking dildo in his bed.

— Tags and Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent, Public Sex, Telepathic Sex

Muffins As A Declaration Of Intent by JenNova (Explicit - 3.7k)

“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek’s right.

“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”

— Tags and Warnings: Porn Without Plot

Stiles, why is Derek Hale passed out on our front porch? by marguerite_26, mothlights (Explicit, 4.4k)

Stiles doesn’t hear the knock on his front door, but he figures there must have been one, because now his dad’s calling out to him,

“Stiles, do you know why Derek Hale just passed out on our front porch?”

Stiles freezes, carton of milk half way to his mouth. He looks around the empty room, wondering if it has any answers. Derek Hale just passed out on his front porch – sounds like one of the signs of the coming apocalypse.

— Tags and Warnings: Spark Stiles, Magical Bond, Hurt/Comfort

With Warmest Regards (Affectionately Yours) by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato) (Mature - 5.9k)

House Hale and House Stilinski form an alliance through the betrothal of Prince Derek and Prince Stiles. Having only met once before, they write letters to get to know one another.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Royalty, Alive Hale Family, background/side pairings. 

Intro To Art For NonMajors by otatop (N/A - 13k)

Derek has one more class to pass before he can finish his degree but he can’t bring himself to give a shit about art. He can, however, give a shit about his professor.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: University, Student!Derek/Teacher!Stiles, Artist!Stiles

an exaltation of larks by llassah (Explicit - 25k)

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Historical, AU: Werewolves are Known, AU: Medievalesque Omega!Stiles, Alpha!Derek, Non-Graphic Torture, Mutual Pining

Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver (Explicit, 27k)

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be.

“Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

— Tags and Warnings: University, Soul bonds, Getting Together.

By Any Other Name by entanglednow (Explicit - 33K)

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

— Tags and Warnings: Angst, Amnesia, Violence

Strike Softly (Away From The Body) by qhuinn (tekla) (Explicit - 34k)

Derek is a bodyguard and Stiles his spoiled, resistant client.

— Tags and Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers

The Worst Thing I Ever Did by RemainNameless (Explicit, 41k)

Stiles would say his relationship with Derek is about fifteen percent empty threats, thirty percent sass, ten percent avoiding violence together, and five percent eyebrows.
If anyone asked, he would say the remaining forty percent is mutual orgasms.

It’s a good thing no one ever asks.

— Tags and Warning: AU: Canon Divergence, post 3x03, Underage, Canon Typical Violence, Porn With Feelings, Possessive Behavior, Dubious Consent, D/s themes, Non-Negotiated Kink

 Traces by standinginanicedress (Explicit - 44k)

Derek snaps his fingers and glares into Stiles’ eyes. “You say you’re not the same, but – there you fucking go, acting just like yourself.”

Stiles bristles. “Oh, right. Because you know me so fucking well, don’t you?”

“Better than you seem to think,” he mutters under his breath in response, and Stiles gets even more incensed.

“Pushing me up against walls, shoving my head into steering wheels,” he shrugs his shoulders, glares, “some real heart to hearts we’ve had!”

“Holding me up in eight feet of water when I was paralyzed, nearly cutting my arm off for me to save my life. Doesn’t seem so fucking shallow to me, Stiles.”

— Tags and Warnings: Underage (17), Angst, Body Dysmorphia, PTSD, Kate Argent

our lives are changing lanes by grimm (Explicit - 47k)

There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.

“How many of those kids did you kidnap?” he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, “You think I’d subject myself to this on purpose?”

“Oooh,” says one of the kids hanging off his arm. “I’m telling Mom.”

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Werewolves Are Known, Deputy!Stiles, Single Parent Derek, Past Kate/Derek

☆ Sense of Home by siny  (Explicit - 53k)

Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.

After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.

— Tags and Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Major (Fake) Character Death, Angst, Slow Build, First Time, Happy Ending, Background/Side pairings. 

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw (Explicit - 69k)

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

— Tags and Warnings: Smut, Angst, Biker!Derek, background/side pairings

Occam’s Razor by MissAnnThropic (Explicit - 74k)

When Stiles goes to sleep, he’s a junior in high school. He wakes up in a world where he’s twenty-four and married to Derek Hale. Stiles just can’t seem to catch a break.

— Tags and Warnings: Angst

☆ Cornerstone by Vendelin (Explicit - 83k)

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

— Tags and Warnings: Blind!Stiles, Marine!Derek, PTSD

☆ No Homo by RemainNameless (Explicit - 84k)

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

— Tags and Warnings: AU: University, Internalized Homophobia, Recreational Drug Use (Marijuana), Alcohol, Lots of Safe and Unsafe Sex

🔒 Shatterproof by pyes (Explicit - 90k)

The first time that Derek kisses Stiles, they’re in the Jeep—which is sideways—while they’re trapped in an overpass collapse.

It’s the second time when things really get scary.

— Tags and Warnings: Post 3b Pack, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Canon Typical Violence/Gore. 

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter (Explicit - 127k)

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canonical Death, Pack Feels, Abduction, Threats of Rape/Non-Con

Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter (Explicit - 131k)

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack’s property.
Humans are supposed to be extinct.
But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, Feral!Stiles, Angst with a Happy Ending, Background/Side pairings. Fics 2&3 of sterek aren’t majority about Sterek.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I just read Lovestrung by laeur and I wanted to ask if you have any more fics with the same writing style and also with ballet? Not necessarily dancing but just ballet would be good. Thanks :)


Anonymous said:Hi, if its possible, could you update the dancer/singer tag? I don’t even know if it is a tag.. haha. But if it is, can you update it?:)

It looks like that fic has been deleted. Where is everyone going!? So we can’t judge writing style but here’s some ballet fics. (I know it’s not technically an update but enjoy anway second anon) Here’s our dancer!Derek, Dancer!Stiles tags. - Anastasia

Originally posted by thenextfamous

Insured by the Mafia by Lovehatress

(1/1 I 1,251 I Mature I Sterek)

A series of short one-shots that details Mafia Boss Derek’s relationship with dancer Stiles. Each one is a mini ficlet which I wrote to a song. The name of the song is above the ficlet that it corresponds with.

Who Knew? by RougueShadowWolf

(1/1 I 1,612 I General I Stackson)

Watching Stiles dance was like watching glory in its human form, like seeing the beauty of nature and life that could mend the wretched wounds life carved into ones heart from the first day of a child learns of pain or disappointment. And Jackson who had never believed in higher power swore for the first time that he saw Gods hand in work.

If You Want Me To Stay by orphan_account

(1/1 I 2,314 I General I Sterek)

The one where Derek is a fine arts student and Stiles is a dancer, practicing in the same Beacon Hills Police Department shirt his mom used to wear when he watched her practice in the living room.

En Pointe by MellytheHun

(1/1 I 2,991 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek as a ballet dancer? Him in thights! Like some “Step Up” AU? Stiles is dancer too. And so a ballet academy AU was born.

Life imitates art, right? by countrygirlsfun

(1/1 I 3,179 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is practicing.

Surprise, surprise. He’s the lead dancer in the new ballet rendition of The Little Mermaid and they open in just over a week so it’s not unusual that he’s putting in extra hours.

To be honest he needs the hours in the studio alone to finally get away from all the tension between him and Derek and Kate.

I’ll dance with the wolves by artemis69

(1/1 I 3,213 I General I Sterek)

Derek is used to life changing moments. They are his sad, sad specialty.

But nothing in his life has ever prepared him for the vision of Stiles entering the vast dance studio clad only in pale, tight pants and old dance shoes.

Stiles sends them all a look, rolls his eyes, then turns his back to them and starts stretching.

dancing shoes by redhoodedwolf

(1/1 I 3,967 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek Hale is the most ruthless ballet instructor in Northern California. Rumor has it that Abby Lee Dance Company along with the show Dance Moms were looking to collaborate, even give him his own show, and he turned them down.
Stiles isn’t so sure about the Dance Moms rumor, but he does know that Derek Hale is a force to be reckoned with, because the man glares at him the entire time Stiles is interviewing for the position of studio receptionist. It’s not the glamorous dance teacher job he’s been dreaming of, but it’s a step up. If he gets hired, he’ll be working alongside the Hale family, one of the most well known names in dance. Just even having that title on his resume will allow him to be a shoe-in anywhere he wants.
He just has to, yanno, not die under the force of Derek Hale’s glare.

The Chance to Come Through by clio_jlh

(8/8 I 7,569 I General I Sterek)

Derek’s auditioning because Laura talked him into it, though he’s not sure a ballet dancer is really what a televised dance competition is looking for. Stiles is auditioning because it seemed like a fun thing to do with Scott on a Saturday morning, and maybe he’d get to dance with Comfort, his favorite female hip hop dancer. They both end up getting a lot more than they were looking for.

You Can Do It (Put Your Back Into It) by p1013

(1/1 I 10,324 I Teen I Sterek)

“Oh, ballet. I used to dance, when I was a girl. Are you a dancer?” She’s looking at the magazine he’d grabbed at JFK and stuffed haphazardly into his carry-on on his way out. You can barely see the title, but BALLET is in full block letters on the front.

“I used to,” Derek says, then stuffs the magazine further into the bag.

“That’s a shame,” she says, smiling. “You look like you’d be a wonderful partner.”

“Yeah.” He feels himself flushing and turns away. “Not anymore.”

affettuoso by bleep0bleep

(1/1 I 13,066 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek mentally kicks himself for just standing there like a lovestruck fool, but it’s been exactly forty-six days since he saw Stiles, and he still remembers the taste of his skin, how Stiles feels underneath him.

Birds of a Feather Fuck Together by calrissian18, maichan808 (maichan)

(1/1 I 26,114 I Explicit I Sterek)

Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world’s betrayed him and Derek’s having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

En Pointe With You by Welsh_Woman

(8/8 I 26,608 I Explicit I Sterek)

The day that Stiles Stilinski barrels into Derek Hales life, he figures he’ll just get another brother out of the whole deal.

Growing up with Stiles doesn’t necessarily change that thought.

It’s only after a trip to New York that Derek comes back to realize what had been under his nose the whole time…

He Doesn’t Bite. Much. by Mihiaasaurus

(18/? I 26,181 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Undercover Deputy Hale meets the elusive and shy Stiles Stilinski. Now all Derek has to do is survive this operation, get the omega to notice, and make sure no one else dies of the drugs circulating his hometown.

But will the innocent looking Omega notice the all infamous Bad Boy?
Will the deputy be able to solve the case?
Will more lives be in danger?

Tchaikovsky’s Nightmare by fshep

(1/1 I 30,089 I Mature I Sterek)

After a week of rehearsal, Stiles is convinced that there’s no way this production is going to end in anything other than misery.

Beacon Hills Classical Ballet Academy performs a variation of Swan Lake where all of the swans are males, forcing Stiles to partner up with Derek Hale. Things go about as well as one would expect

Just A Good Time by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(6/8 I 55,960 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles was used to getting called at, most of them men offering him money for sex. He had even accepted a few times, pinched for cash while having a stone-hearted landlord meant that he didn’t have a lot of options.

Deep down, he knew he could always go home—that despite the fight, his dad would always let him come home, even with James. That was why he hated himself more every time he accepted the cash.

(Or, the one where single parent Stiles strips and prostitutes himself out to feed his kid.)

1. Swing Set

so, a little while ago, andavs asked me to make her a Not Quite Normal OTP challenge and because, she’s awesome, she said she would actually do the challenge. And then I decided to do it as well because fair’s fair!

BUT, then we decided that we should do an Attempted Mind Meld Challenge. Basically, this means both of us are doing the challenge (don’t worry, I’m writing not drawing) and then posting our work on the same day and seeing how well they line up. We haven’t talked about them at all before posting so really, this is probably going to be a complete disaster. 

Regardless, here’s #1: On a Swing Set

(Post Season 3B, Sterek, Angst to Fluff, 2k)


Stiles never looks up at the sky anymore.

Derek watches for it, waiting, a part of him wondering when exactly he pinned down that small quirk that belonged to Stiles and Stiles alone. He can’t really remember when he first noticed it- maybe his subconscious had noted it right away, when he spent their first few interactions in cars with Stiles while the younger boy looked towards the heavens for help. Or maybe it was later than that, when he spent large portions of his time threatening Stiles into helping him and Stiles’ cocky eye rolls had come hand in hand with his computer skills. Probably it wasn’t until the long summer that Stiles spent at his loft, researching through Scott’s shifts at Deaton’s, staring at the ceiling as if that’s where he would find the answer.

Really, though, he doesn’t notice it until it’s gone. Until it’s after the Nogistune and after Allison and Stiles’ eyes stop flicking upwards.

Nowadays, Stiles moves like a person who is trying very hard to control every tick of his body, while pretending very hard that nothing’s changed. He meets people’s eyes when they speak to him and smiles when he’s supposed to and flails his hands when he is telling a story (though he’s half a beat behind the words instead of two beats ahead). It isn’t a particularly good imitation of his former self but it fools most people – the acquaintances, and teachers, and even Lydias of the world.

His dad isn’t fooled. Neither is Scott. Neither is Derek.

And by all accounts, Derek should be fooled. Because he and Stiles, they aren’t… they aren’t anything. Maybe they were once enemies, maybe they were once unwilling partners, maybe at one point they grew a mutual respect and understanding but…

But it had all faded into some weird gray area. Before… before everything, they had reached an area where it was okay for their eyes to cling to each other, as long as they were in the middle of an argument. An area where they were allowed to touch as long as it conveyed frustration rather than comfort. An area where they could save each other again and again as long as they never mentioned it.

And now… well, now all Derek can think about is the fact that Stiles never looks up anymore and how much that bothers him.

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anonymous asked:

U r my go to girl so my request is: stiles being the most clumsy human known to man but on the field he is a force to be reckoned with. Derek, who is super cool on and off the court of his boyfriends rival team(rival team as in the basketball and lacrosse team hate each other), is the biggest, softy marshmallow, adorable, shy, dopey puppy ever.

i love u omg thanks for the support my dude :) 

also on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10423656

Derek jumped up, cheering as he watched Stiles run down the field, lining up the perfect shot and scoring the game winning goal.

The rest of the crowd erupted as well and Derek couldn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend. Stiles was hoisted into the air, throwing his arms up as he celebrated with his teammates.

“Hale,” Derek heard someone call.

He turned around to see the Sheriff walking up to him.


“Derek, how many times do I have to tell you to call me John.”

“Right, John. How are you?”

“I’m great. Not every day your kid scores the game winning goal. Are you guys going out after the game?”

“Maybe. You know how overwhelmed he gets when the attention is on him for too long. We might get dinner alone.”

“Well enjoy your night. See you this weekend at dinner.”

Derek waited for the crowd to die down before making his way to Stiles. When he spotted him, Stiles’ face broke out into a giant smile before running towards Derek and Derek had just enough time to open his arms to catch his boyfriend.

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Written for Sterek Bingo 2017 Kids Theme, Rated Teen

Also on AO3

It’s only been two days since he brought her home and already he’s forgetting what the house smelled like, sounded like, without her. Derek steps back into the strip of moonlight that’s painting the nursery with a silver glow and looks down to the squirming little bundle in his arms.

She’s so tiny.

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anonymous asked:

HELP! So I've been an avid sterek shipper for the past 2 years and they are definitely my self-proclaimed OTP, but recently, I have begun to lose interest in it, and I'm sadly becoming numb to it... is there anything I can do to respark that love for them???

//Anon, I am sorry to hear that :( Sometimes, that happens. We move on, even from things we love. But if you want to respark your love, I will try to help. 

The main thing I do to keep my love alive is to separate the pairing from the fandom and the show. That helps me the most. I love Stiles and Derek. Sure, I love TW and the other characters, but the reason I’m obsessed with anything is Sterek. I love Derek’s stupid face and his grumpy eyebrows and his tough exterior and his soft yet resilient interior. I love Stiles’ stupid face and his beautiful eyes and his ramblings and his idgaf attitude unless he loves you, and you better watch out if he loves you bc he will burn down the WHOLE WORLD to protect you.

Maybe you need a good fic. When I get on a string of blah fics, I lose interest. But a good fic, that period where you are pulled in and you can’t stop reading about these two idiots falling in love for the 239802394th time…it’s magical. I can rec you fics if you want, fics that make me love the pairing. Or you can go trope hunting, which is what I do a lot. I want…historical! I want sports! I want coffeeshops! I want college! I want kids! I want deputies, prostitutes, slaves, amnesia, magic!stiles, human!derek, high school…there are so many possibilities. Find fics instead of relying on rec lists. Read outside of your comfort zone. I think sometimes ppl get stuck reading only what they like and don’t branch out and find new fics that can be exciting bc it’s different. I read two fics recently that are not usually my thing. One had a lot of pot smoking, the other was hate sex/enemies to lovers. Neither are my tropes and I usually avoid them. But they were recced to me highly, so I gave them a try. And I LOVED both of them. They were different than what I usually read, but it helped me get excited and think about the pairing in a different way. Read a long fic, esp if you avoid them. I avoid long fics a lot of times bc I’m a slow reader and have limited time. But some of the best fics I’ve read are over 100k. Read short fics. I don’t read much under 10k, but there are some great short fics that can give you a quick fix.

I guess where I find the most feels for Sterek is when I think about them together in ways I want to see. I write fic, so I do this a lot, but I have friends who don’t write fic who come up with ideas all the time. I just love thinking about Derek and Stiles’ lives, in so many different ways. 

Like, I like to think about them being domestic, coming home from long days at work and bickering over who didn’t do the dishes the night before and what to watch after dinner. Taking baths together and washing each other’s backs and pressing each other against slippery bathroom walls and dropping to their knees to blow each other right in the shower. Derek helping Stiles keep from getting too obsessed with anything and practice moderation, and Stiles helping Derek learn to open up and accept that he deserves good things, like a partner and a house and a Pack and a family. Waking up together and snuggling together, maybe lazy morning handjobs while they’re kissing and don’t even care about morning breath. Derek being there with Stiles in the hospital when his dad goes in for something, and Stiles going to Derek’s family’s plots to put flowers on their graves. Derek sitting in the car while Stiles goes to his mother’s grave and refusing to listen as Stiles talks to her. Stiles and Cora ganging up on Derek when they play board games, watch television, choose a restaurant, or do anything really, but Derek doesn’t mind bc he loves that Cora loves Stiles and just stares in awe as Stiles interacts with her like he’s known her his whole life. He thinks about how his mother and father would have loved Stiles, and how he wishes his family could have known him. He thinks about Stiles laughing with Laura and running through the woods with his human siblings, imagines his mom watching them with tears in her eyes bc she’s so happy for them. Stiles sometimes hovers in the doorway when Derek and his father are standing in the kitchen cooking together, or sitting on the back porch drinking beers, or sitting in the living room watching baseball games. Stiles knows that Derek can sense him, but Derek never lets on, just keeps talking to the sheriff. And Stiles can see the love and pride that the sheriff has in his eyes when he looks at Derek, and there was a time he thought he’d be jealous, but he’s not jealous, oh no. He’s so fucking happy because he loves Derek so much and Derek deserves someone to be a father figure, even though he knows it’ll never replace his own father. But he sees the way Derek almost craves the sheriff’s touch on his shoulder, his approval, the way Derek’s chest almost puffs up when the sheriff calls him “son” and the way Derek just lights up when the sheriff hugs him. He never thought his dad would accept Derek, but he’s adopted him like a second son. And they grow old together, get gray and get wrinkles, and they’re still sneaking off to blow each other in public bathrooms and pulling over on the side of the road for a quick handjob at 50 bc if anything, they’re more in love at 50 than at 25, and they’re both in such good places, with adopted kids and a strong Pack and it’s good, and Derek’s accepted it.

Or maybe Derek shows up in DC after Stiles moves there for school. He’s there bc he’s been making his way across the united states and now he’s stopping in DC, and he catches Stiles’ scent on the street and thinks, no, this can’t be Stiles. But he follows it one day, and sure enough, sitting at a table on the quad of a college campus, surrounded by stacks of books and clicking away on a laptop is Stiles. And Derek watches him like a creeper and feels something he can’t put into words- is maybe too scared to put into words - and then he leaves bc he doesn’t want to disrupt Stiles’ life. But Stiles, of course, befriends the wolves on campus and ends up at a full moon pack party and guess who is there? Derek fucking Hale, all long limbs and Henleys and scruff and Stiles is just fucking angry, but happy to actually see him, so he acts cool and sarcastic, and the other wolves are confused about what’s going on, which is to say NOTHING about the confusion Derek and Stiles feel, and they aggressively snipe at each other for weeks when they HAPPEN to cross paths (bc Derek just happens to go to the coffee shop and public library near campus, and Stiles just happens to pester his wolf friends to invite him to things) and after weeks of being sarcastic shits and angry at each other, Derek ends up pressed against the brick wall in a side street bc Stiles pushed him against it and just kisses him stupid and they’re pretty sure they would have rubbed off on each other right there against the brick wall if someone hadn’t said something as they walked by. But they end up kicking out Stiles’ roommate and fucking each other into the mattress and Stiles doesn’t even care when his roommate comes back and gets an eyefull of Derek’s glorious ass bc he just tapped that ass all night long.

But maybe you want to think about them in AUs, like Derek as a baseball player and Stiles the batting coach, and they spend hours together training and have sweaty sex in the locker room. Or maybe they’re both turn of the century lords in fancy houses who need to get married bc it’s their duties, but they’re in love with one another so they’re sneaking around at London balls just to have a moment to kiss each other or to hold hands. Or maybe Derek is a mermaid and Stiles is a marine biologist who saves him from a net he’s been caught in, and Derek is terrified of him, but Stiles is like “dude, I just want to observe you for science!” and they fall in love as Stiles learns about merpeople but he never betrays Derek’s confidence, even when Derek introduces him to all his merfamily and Stiles could change science forever.

You may be ready to move on. You may pick up a new fandom or love, but you can still love Sterek. My first otp was Harry/Ron from harry potter, and I still love them though I’m not as active in the fandom.I still read fic sometimes. I’ve currently been obsessed with Downton Abbey and took a sterek reading/writing break, but I plan on writing again soon. Sometimes we need a breather just to renew our love.

Most of all, just remember that you love that grumpy werewolf and that rambling human, and despite all their bickering, they love each other and care about each other and will protect each other.

Originally posted by samann98

Originally posted by elliotaldersin

Originally posted by slytherinvoid

So, I made a pretty short fic a few months back and I’m finally deciding to share it.

Basically, fluff, feelings revealed (finally), and their first kiss, also Derek’s first kiss ever.

(No, Derek is not a teenager, he was just saving his first kiss for someone special, and Stiles… is someone special.)


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Kat’s Fic Recs: Firefighter!Derek

for @thetokenhuman

Through Fire by hazelNuts (G 1,482)

xtremefangirling asked,“‘you’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ au - sterek - that cat has been by stiles’ side since forever and his mom give it to him and even tho he’s old and almost blind please save him”

Across From My Heart by stilesxlydiaxderek (2,551)

Derek’s apartment is across from Stiles’ and Derek ran into Stiles’ place with a baseball bat because Derek heard him screaming, but everything was actually okay, Stiles is just a actor practicing for an audition and wants to know if it was really that good.

In which Stiles annoys Derek multiple times and Derek wants to kill him and kiss at the same time.

Four Times Derek Saved Stiles From A Spider by ShadowPatronus (E 4,110)

Stiles has arachnophobia and Derek is always there to rescue him. 

Burned At The Edges by MelodramaticSalad (T 4,129)

Stiles and Derek work in emergency services. Stiles is the lead Paramedic on his team and Derek is the Lieutenant of his fire squad. As fiances, some days tend to end up harder than others. When the one he loves nearly dies in the field, Stiles realizes just how precious life can be.

Summer changes by lightsfillthesky (4,203)

Who said life altering decisions couldn’t be made in an afternoon?

For A Good Cause by Mysenia (T 4,350)

Stiles is going to go broke but at least it’s for a good cause, right? It has absolutely nothing to do with the hot firefighter holding the collections bucket, it is all for the charity that Stiles finds himself back at the ATM - for the third time - taking out another $20.

Silver by ericaismeg (G 4,612)

Peter tells Derek to go through the remaining items that they’d packed up after the Hale fire years ago. That’s how Stiles finds him one day.

But it’s okay, because he takes him to Build-a-Bear and discovers that Derek’s still a kid at heart. It’s really cute.

This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price by wirewrappedlily (M 6,199)

Stiles smiled, almost breathless as Derek walked towards him, black hair awfully fluffy, just slightly wavy and shining, still damp. Derek probably had panties being thrown at him, really. Stiles himself felt an aborted wave of want. But that wasn’t what he’d just time travelled for.

Love on the fourth floor by IdontlikeIobsess (T 6,411)

It’s not really Stiles’ fault if the first person he meets when he moves in his new apartment is a hot fireman. He decides to leave a note under his door.

Fighting the Fires of Rivalry by demonicweirdo (T 6,748)

Derek spotted him and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what they teach you at the academy – if the teach you anything at all – but I doubt you know how to fight fires.”
Stiles glared at him. “The fire’s already fought, moron, so why are you here, huh?” he challenged.
Derek sighed. “I’m a Fire Marshal, Stilinski. I investigate fires.”
Stiles pulled a face. “Well I’m a detective. I investigate… like, everything.”

everybody loves good neighbors by stilinskisparkles (M 7,662)

What about an “everything run-down and suddenly a guy falls through the ceiling; now there’s a hole in the ceiling of my bedroom”-AU thing? c:

Run Stiles, Run by justiceandmight (T 9,385)

Stiles runs a race, and runs into love.

(More like, Derek Hale and his awesome Jedi costume makes Stiles trip face-first into love. Stiles scrapes his elbows and knees, and probably his dignity along the way. Which sucks. Ugh, stop laughing Scott, this is serious.)

stop, drop, and roll by thepsychicclam (M 12,237)

Stiles knows he’s in trouble when he invites the Beacon Hills Fire Department into his third grade classroom and he can’t stop staring at a certain scruffy fireman. But after the third graders take a field trip to the fire station and participate in the fire department’s holiday canned food drive, Stiles can’t ignore his crush any longer.

New Orleans by Handsofred (12,891) Zombie AU

‘’What is your name?’’ Opening his eyes again, he stared across at the kid to see him huddled in his blanket again, eyes glowing almost golden in the candle light as he stared back. ‘’mines Stiles’’

‘’Derek’’ He answered softly after a pause, he didn’t normally let himself find names out, getting to know someone’s name meant getting attached and he didn’t want that with the way the world currently was. He watched as Stiles nodded and lowered himself down to sleep, his eyes closing before Derek was wetting his lips and scratching at his jaw, the length of his stubble was starting to form in to a beard, the thought of shaving being saved to morning. ‘’why California?’’ He found himself asking.

‘’My dad’’ Stiles admitted as he shifted up on to an elbow to look back, his own eyes dropping to play with his long fingers, ‘’and my friend Scott,he’s a werewolf like you too’’ He mentioned as Derek nodded. ‘’I was meant of gone with him but I had things which I still needed to do before I could leave and then all this happened just two days before I was due home.’’

Emergency Love by Kedreeva (E 13,595)

Wherein Derek is a firefighter and Stiles is a paramedic, and they just keep meeting.

Not So Much Coffee and Books as it is Hot Chocolate and Erotica by knaval (G 15,783)

AU in which Stiles is an erotica novelist, and Derek is the sexy fireman he daydreams about. He sees Derek daily at the coffee shop, writing out his fantasies about Derek, basically Derek is his muse. All goes well until Derek starts talking to him and trying to read his books. Little does Stiles know, Derek is already a fan of his books.

Counting (On You) by DivinusQualia (T 15,985)

After Scott and Allison are killed in a car accident, Stiles becomes their children’s guardian. He moves from his comfortable life in LA to Beacon Hills, still connected to his friends and family who support him. His grief draws him closer to something he thought he left behind.

An Abundance of Dereks by Poedhamerons (T 20,692)

Stiles Stilinski realised he had a problem after his eighteenth Derek decided to break up with him.

this dance of days by imprintofadream (imprint_of_a_doe) (M 27,972)

He feels like the world stuttered to a halt and started rotating the other direction within the past few days, like the fire burned brighter only to push him into his proper place. Three days ago, he had no idea werewolves existed, had no idea Derek could be anyone other than Hale, and now he knows how it feels to be pressed up against him, knows how awkward Erica’s sideburns are, knows with absolute certainty that being taken off fire relief duty won’t tear him away from this group.

But fires have always been dangerous and unpredictable.

Pain that Follows… Joy that comes After by Sinlesschick6 (M 33,748)

AU. Stiles Stilinski was cursed with the ability to remember everything in his life. With the amount of pain and hardships that he has been through, it’s hard to see any of the good. If there was any at all. Okay, so maybe there was, but that was before his mother died- which he blames his child self for.

Now he is an adult- separated from the world and those he cares about. He makes his living as a freelance artist, best known for his tragic works. It isn’t until he has a run in, literally, with firefighter Derek Hale that he begins to see his ability as a gift rather than a curse.

Stranger Danger-(Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken and (Y/N).

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word Count: 981

Warnings: some angry Stiles 

Summary: Stiles doesn’t like you and Theo being close, so just imagine his reaction when he comes home and finds Theo in your bed.(based on a request)

I briefly remember Theo Raeken, Stiles’s and Scott’s 4th grade friend who moved away when I was 10. I remember how he’d occasionally sit with me, Stiles and Scott at lunch, how he’d help me get books from the high shelves at the library, and he’d often sit next to me on the bus when Stiles and Scott paired off. But I remember a slightly chubby Theo, with little social skills. 

But then he came back, and I certainly don’t remember a Theo with a six-pack, a smile to die for or a Theo who would ever flirt. Okay, the last one may be to the fact that I was only 10. But the point is, I was excited that he was back, to say the least, unlike my older brother who thinks that Theo has some ulterior motives, I think that he’s telling the truth. I’m not really surprised that he’d want to join the true alpha’s pack. Who wouldn’t? 

Either way, my point is that Theo is extremely hot and really nice, and the thrill of getting caught by my brother who’s the founder of ‘Theo’s Haters Club 101′ makes this even better. It also makes the sneaking around more fun.

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anonymous asked:

1/3 *according to eternally butthurt posey/scott stan and professional troll liliaeth* "Honestly, the biggest problem facing Sterek was never Scott; Scott is not judgemental where Stiles’ relationships are concerned. He never has been. The real problem stopping Sterek is that Derek has no interest in Stiles, has no respect for Stiles, and doesn’t care about Stiles in the slightest. There’s no basis in canon for Derek gaining any such thing over the years either...

2/3 … “As for the other way around, Stiles at worst fears Derek. (and with good reason, Derek has threatened both him and Scott on multiple occasions, Derek has also lied to Scott, and has turned on them) Stiles, in contrast to Scott, is judgemental, and doesn’t forgive and forget. And at best, Stiles has gotten used to the fact that Scott has come to care about Derek, and that Scott does trust Derek. But Stiles does NOT share that trust and at best tolerates Derek…

3/3 “I think that what pisses Sterek fans off the most is that Scott and Derek got the relationship development that they so desperately wanted for Stiles and Derek and never got. But their refusal to allow Scott a central role in the narrative stops them from continuing with Sterek in the only way that would actually work, if you care at all about canon. Namely to have Stiles and Derek work together for Scott’s sake, and come to a common understanding through their mutual love for Scott.”

I’m not going to get into a whole thing here about how it’s actually Stiles in Season 1 who tries to get Scott to approach Derek, and how Derek seeks shelter in Stiles’s room (not Scott’s) when he needs help, even though Stiles’s father is the man who arrested him. I’m not going to talk about how in the early episodes Scott is anti-werewolf and pro-human (quite understandably) and it’s Stiles who care enough to unravel the history of the Hale fire because he knows there’s something more than “bad werewolves deserved to die.” All I’ll say is that for someone with no interest in Stiles, or no trust in him, Derek sure showed up at his house a lot asking for help. And for someone who doesn’t trust Derek and barely tolerates him and will never forgive and forget, well: 

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That’s not Scott offering Derek comfort, is it? 

I’m not even going to talk about this weird conceit that Sterek should only exist if it happens because both characters love Scott. Should storylines not exist outside the main character’s arc? Should secondary characters have no agency of their own? Apparently not.

I’m not even going to talk about the difference between seasons 1 and 2, when Sterek was a thing still being talked about by the show runner and the writers and the promo machine, and point out that Scott and Derek’s relationship development only occurred in later seasons after Sterek had been killed by the show. Almost like they intentionally focussed on that to try and divert viewers ‘ attention from Sterek, in fact. 

What I do find interesting about the anti-Stereks though, is their insistence that Sterek is built on nothing. Sterek didn’t just appear in a vacuum, of course Thousands upon thousands of people didn’t just randomly decide to pair up two characters just because they had nothing better to do that day. 

Sterek had chemistry. That’s why the fans loved it. But of course it’s not good enough for Scott stans to just shrug it off and accept that other people can love things about a show that they don’t. That just because Scott is their favourite it doesn’t mean he has to be everyone’s favourite. That some viewers might actually prefer the snarky back-and-forth between two secondary characters as they built their way slowly towards trust, instead of the ham-fisted star crossed lovers thing that was playing out with Scott and Allison. 

Basically the stans don’t like that a ship between secondary characters became more popular than a ship involving the main character, and it really pisses them off no end that Sterek is still the most popular ship that ever came from Teen Wolf, even though one of the characters hasn’t been on the show in years. 

And I say all this as a multi-shipper. I love Sterek. I also love Steter, but you don’t see me bitching and whining that Sterek fics get more hits than Steter fics, or that people should pay more attention to Steter, or that everyone who doesn’t love the thing that I love to the exact same degree is wrong

And even though I think there’s a lot of canonical support for Sterek in the first few seasons particularly, who cares if there isn’t? Shipping isn’t about canon, and it’s also not a competition. 

But if it was, Sterek already won years ago. 

Lost Fics


Originally posted by sun-kissesme

This is where we are putting fics that we haven’t had a chance to look for or have and have come up with nothing. So if you know any of these, feel free to message us or use the ask box. We may not catch it if you use the ‘reply’ function. Thanks!!!

stiles and Kate are in the kitchen be there’s was a party going on or something? And she has a kid and she’s Derek’s girlfriend atm??? I also remember the clothes s read wearing XD Blue jeans and a white shirt  


Scott was chosen as a tribute and got Stiles as his mentor. Stiles is like, giving him advice before the hunger games start and we are told that he’s really dangerous or something; it ends up that Derek was his mentor when he was a tribute, and now they’re on a relationship. It’s Scott centric.    


after the Nogitsune, where stiles is still recovering and he pretty much sets up residence on Derek’s couch, who doesn’t seem to mind. And there is something about Derek just one day noticing that it permanently smells like him in the corner of the couch..


stiles being pushed out of the pack, running away, and getting sick because he was abandoned before Derek realizes what he’s done and goes after him.


Stiles and Derek are about to get it on but Derek looses control and gives Stiles the Alpha bite. Stiles freaks out over the whole thing, shunning Derek and later learns that Derek did it instinctively to protect his mate.


during a pack meeting at the hale house scott wanted allison to be a part of the pack but stiles snapped at him and told him no because he and the others weren’t comfortable with her yet


Laura and Stiles were like bros, and Derek initially didn’t like Stiles but naturally that didn’t last. During the summer Stiles goes away for a while and comes back all bamf (I think he has tattoos??) and he has magic and he may or may not exhaust himself too quickly so they all find out.


The sheriff is dead, killed by some werewolf. Stiles is taken in by the remaining Hale pack. Peter is the Alpha and Derek is his beta. At first Stiles hates werewolves and Derek but slowly they fall in love. Peter killed the sheriff and Laura.  And he was also behind the killing of Dereks parentes I think. I remember that Stiles helps Derek during his heat in this and that in the end Derek kills Peter and it Sterek endgame.  Derek is a beta and older then Stiles. Derek is a bit shy . Slow build Sterek and I don’t remember if it’s a one shot or not but it’s complete


Melissa plays a big part in it. She follows Stiles to Derek’s loft, and Stiles is holding Derek’s shirt crying and Derek doesn’t know what to do. I know that Melissa invites Derek to start grocery shopping with Stiles and her, there’s this part when Stiles wants to buy veggie burgers for his dad, but Derek points it out the trans fat in it.


Sterek one, and the only thing I remember is that there is a quote repeating in the fic, and one of them read it in a magazine or a book - how you fall in love with people once you see them how they act when no-one is looking


Stiles teaches himself how to use a sword by using a stick and YouTube videos. I am pretty sure it’s sterek and I know he does use an actual sword at some point in the fic…. also, I think he has magic


Sterek? Scott, allison, mr argent call a pack meeting in the argent basement (to talk about alphas?) and pov stiles arrives last and has a panic attack, Derek’s pack comfort him and guard him and derek gets angry and like yells ‘what did you do to him?!??’ And declares stiles part of his pack.


Stiles and Scott moved to NY where Scott is bitten, Stiles starts having magic.


stiles was largely ignored by he group of people at home so his half sister who he has never met brings Claudia back as a ghost and forces the group to watch stiles through visions and won’t let them contact him 


sugar baby! Stiles and sugar daddy! Peter somewhere in tumblr. I remember the part that stiles decided to leave and peter came back to a empty house without knowing.


stiles and isaac. I remember that they were trapped or stuck somewhere, and they were arguing. Isaac said something about being stuck with dead weight, and stiles said that Isaac was like his father  


ficlet: Mason is with Liam going to school and spots Derek, and starts drooling. They go to the pack meeting at a library (or school), then Mason realizes that it’s Sterek.


Lydia tells stiles that he only says he is in love with her when he’s bored (or lonely?) and this is actually sterek


Sterek (maybe Steter) and Derek(?) tells Stiles a story. The story is about control or why the moon affects werewolves or? Basically, a human loves a werewolf but hates losing him to the moon’s pull and so she binds the moon to her and the wolves are trapped as wolves and have to make her put the moon back. long. The story was in a book in the Hale library and was a Werewolf myth/origin/fairy stories book which Talia read to a young Derek. I think Peter/Derek gives it to Stiles as part of some research? Might have even been a major clue to main plot


Lydia tells Stiles that Derek is a nuclear engineer major and Stiles was very attracted to that and another that Derek was a video game designer and Stiles was also very into that, what I am asking is: can you guys rec me some fics Stiles is totally attracted to Derek but also his nerdy/brainiac profession/majo 


Sheriff dies, leaving Stiles all alone. And Derek Hale offers to take him in and Laura Hale’s alive. In this fic, Stiles was tatted up and had a certain distinguished tattoo from trying to bring his mom back to life and failing, which he tries to avoid the topic as much as possible because, well, awkward.


Derek left and later reunites with Stiles in New York.  Stiles has a kid with Allison, who lives next door, but the kid doesn’t like Allison.  Derek moves in temporarily with Stiles.  Derek leave at the end of season 1, stiles is angry, so is allison, they destroy the hale house then have sex, fast forward or maybe it a flash back. Stiles lives in NY and meets derek again invites derek to live with him. I think stiles had a kid with allison. But it ends up sterek but with alot of angst and feels. Theres one scene where derek goes to meet allison and lydia and he thinks lyds is the mum to stiles’ kid but nope 


Jennifer seduces Derek using a notebook full of How To Be Like Stiles tips, which the gang finds when they break into her apartment and Lydia locks Peter inside when they have to bail because Cops and then Stiles Panics A Lot


Stiles goes up against  a tentacle monster, which implants its baby eggs in stiles like he’s an incubator for safe keeping. Stiles ends up at Deaton’s clinic where he has to squeeze the egg sacks out and Derek is like a an unconventional birthing partner. I remember that Deaton gets him to 'birth’ them into a bucket


Stiles dates Derek, who is a copy, but it’s actually a dream world and Derek is the Nogistune. And at the end stiles wakes up from his coma and doesn’t tell anyone. 


it was a western AU where Derek seeks a bride and starts communications with Stiles, who he assumes is female, plain and barren and invites him to his ranch and sends him money for warm clothes. Ofcourse he’s shocked when Stiles appears and thinks it might"ve been a prank, but takes him in anyway. It was either a short or unfinished  


Stiles think people thought he’s a loser and all that but the truth is people are actually intimidated by him (tumblr fic/au)


Stiles and Derek are mates and can’t keeps their hands off each other but they’re told they won’t bond unless they have “penetrative sex” so they’re like cool blowjobs then and Deaton is like wtf do you think penetrative means you heteronormative idiots, blowjobs count 


stiles and derek get into a fight but derek still comes to the lacrosse game, stiles is goalie and one of the opponents calls someone a faggot (stiles or danny) and the team is angry but stiles is like 'your just jealous because i can handle stick better than you’, he gets his hands bashed but his ambidextrous, sheriff is in the know. 


long and stiles got pregnant in it. Stiles also turned out to be magic, and Allison was a bad guy who tried to kill Stiles while he was pregnant 


Hogwarts au and stiles was trying to get at Derek who was a French foreign exchange student


Derek is an alpha, Aiden abduct Stiles and gets him pregnant, then Stiles escapes and goes back to derek with his kid then Aiden abduct him again them Stiles escapes again and him and Derek get married and Scott and Isaac adopt a kid 


Mpreg,Sterek. Stiles went out all alone with his baby & once he got home, where others are out, he slipped on an ice in front of his house with him still holding the baby & the baby, knowing Stiles is hurt, is like crying so loud that the pack who were far could sense the baby’s distress. Erica Isaac are the people who found Stiles with broken backbone & crying baby. 


after some monster of the week, Stiles gave Scott and Alison a ride and they went in the backseat and started making out, and Stiles was fuming 😤 at their nerve. After that Stiles goes looking for Derek (and his pack?) and Sterek happens at a slow pace. But, end game was Sterek, I think Scott wasn’t such a good friend 


sterek fan fiction I read where Derek’s wolf wants stiles so much it takes over and just follows stiles around.


Derek has to have sex with Stiles because Stiles is dying, and bite him halfway through? Stiles was in pain the whole time and Derek loathed it too. I think maybe Stiles was cursed, or bitten by something else, or poisoned


sheriff pov, i THINK it starts with sheriff opening the door to derek carrying a wounded or passed out stiles and derek takes him to his room and is basically “ok i got this” and the sheriff is thinking “ummm wth derek hale knows where my son keeps his underwear?”


Peter Hale was a owner of an elite BDSM club. Derek and Stiles met there and then Derek won an auction for weekend with Stiles. The fic contains bondage, electrostimulation, edge play and other graphic stuff.


Stiles goes back in time before the hale fire. At some point in the fic Kate has Stiles at gun point and he shoots himself through the abdomen to shoot her.


stiles and Derek get a spell put on them by a witch so they can’t be far from each other so Derek goes to college with stiles and finishes his degree and they live together and get really domestic but don’t realize until Scott visits and mentions it


Derek is going into heat or something, and he keeps appearing in stiles room and trying to mark him with his scent and eventually mates/knots him. At some point im pretty sure derek pisses on him 


stiles leaves beacon hills. He joins a new pack and is mated to their alpha. He comes back to save Isaac who has a sickness that one of his pack members had before and almost dies but is saved by his mate who uses magic in their rings I think to save him.


when you become an alpha you get extra powers. Derek ends up with the ability to take people’s injuries and illnesses instead of just their pain. I remember Peter saying the ability is rare because most alphas with it are killed or die; the horribleness of Derek healing from the illness he took from a stranger; and Stiles yelling at Derek to heal his dad in the hospital 


the pack gets notified by some council that they have one year to prove they are worthy of being a pack and have the territory of Beacon Hills. Derek then trains them in Werewolf Protocol. Etiquette, and attack skills I think Peter helps as well and I think Stiles his Derek’s mate. There are some on the counsel that wants them to fail. I think this is around season 4 

(update 5/25/17)

(Again, please do not reply to this post.  If you know a fic in this list, please message us or send us an ask.)f

anonymous asked:

can you do 4.?

“I’m too sober for this.”

Spring break was supposed to be fun.  The pack had rented a house on the beach and there was going to be a lot of alcohol and hot people and Stiles was excited.

They got to the house, practically jumping out of their cars as they ran up to the house.

One by one the couples were claiming bedrooms and by the time Stiles got upstairs, all the rooms were taken.

“Uh guys? Who did the final booking on this house? You failed to make sure there were enough rooms for us all!” Stiles called out.

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Prince Charming Is A Lie (Or Possibly Hellspawn)

Look, it’s 1am which is way later that I’m usually awake (because 25 is the new 80) and I wrote a thing because feelings occurred. So have 2.5k of feelings occurring. 

Blame the sleeplessness if it’s terrible.

“I think it was a mistake to kiss me, that first time.”

 Derek doesn’t look at him, continues to play with his fingers and Stiles feels like there’s a lead weight in the pit of his stomach.

 "How so?“ His voice is barely a croak. They’ve been together for a year, now, and if Derek thought their first kiss was a mistake, then maybe he’s just felt obligated to continue the relationship. Maybe the nebulous ideas Stiles has for a future have all been for nothing.

 Derek frowns and Stiles knows not to interrupt when he’s thinking – when he furrows his brow that particular way, he’s trying to figure out the best way to articulate something. Derek can hold his own in an argument, and is never at a particular loss for words, but sometimes he pauses to make sure the words he’s picking are the most effective.

 It’s what, Stiles thought, makes him so good for Stiles, who doesn’t think about what’s coming out of his mouth until twenty seconds after it’s already said. Derek’s arguments are carefully constructed and solid, while Stiles’ sow chaos and account for the inevitability of any plan going to hell in a handbasket, and they work together.

 At least, he’d thought so.

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fornhaus  asked:

i saw you have some recs for good fluff hurt/comfort sterek, may i request them?

I don’t really have any good fluff recs (again, I’m not big on just fluff), but since they’re h/c some of these of course contain fluff. But yeah, here’s some general hurt/comfort. Some of these are short and there’s, like, direct hurt/comfort, while others are much longer and there is both hurt and comfort at certain points. Regardless, they’re all awesome. Enjoy!

Gunplay is Not Really Our Kink by theroguesgambit

“The rules to the game are simple. One bullet, six chances. You pick it up and take turns pulling the trigger on the other man, or we gun you both down right now. You play along, only one of you has to die. Fun game, huh?”

Derek and Stiles are captured by a group of hunters and forced to play a twisted game that only one of them might walk away from.

Don’t Speak by fatale

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

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

Sanctuary by darkmagess

Starts where 3B stops, with Kate attacking Derek in the loft. She kidnaps him to Mexico, and Stiles, Scott, and Lydia rush to find him before Kate can inflict too much damage. She inflicts enough, and Derek retreats into his mind to escape the horrors of his situation. The Derek they find is not the one that left Beacon Hills.

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anonymous asked:

So glad to read another one of your great stories. I hope you might consider writing one for me please using this prompt. Everyone in the pack made fun of how sad and desperate Stiles seemed every time Derek was away for more then a few days even Derek joined in the slightly hurtful teasing. So Stiles decide to teach them all a lesson by going to stay with his aunt for two weeks. After a week Derek and the pack turned up at his aunts and nobody made fun of him again. Thank you

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 2577
Angst, Pining Stiles, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Nobody Leaves, Future Fic, Happy Ending, POV Stiles, Minor Allison/Scott, Minor Hayden/Liam

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(This came out a little different than the prompt, but I hope you like it!)

Stiles always thought that confessing his feelings to Derek would change everything, it’s why he’s put it off for so long. Two days ago, it had slipped out. It wasn’t how he’d imagined it would go down, there were far fewer roses, and far more monster guts lying around. But nothing’s changed with Derek, he continues to treat Stiles the same as before, with serene amusement. It’s nice that Derek hasn’t changed his behaviour towards him, because it means Stiles doesn’t have to change anything either. Not that it doesn’t suck that Derek doesn’t return his feelings, but at least he hasn’t lost a friend.

It’s the pack that treats him differently. They’ve started teasing Stiles, analysing his every move and word, narrating what they see as his courtship of Derek. It’s a little hurtful, especially since they make it sound like he doesn’t stand a chance.

Thankfully, he has Scott and Derek in his corner. Whenever the teasing gets too much, all he has to do is throw one of them a look and they’ll put a stop to it.

Tonight is the first pack night after his confession. He’d considered not going, dawdling at the station for so long that he’s the last to arrive. After changing out of his uniform, he walks into Scott and Allison’s living room to find that the only spot left is next to Derek. He rolls his eyes. They’re really not subtle. Isaac wolf-whistles when Stiles sits down, and Stiles flips him off.

For ten minutes, Stiles thinks that’ll be the extend of it, one wolf whistle.

‘Classic,’ Isaac says, nodding at where Stiles set the bowl of popcorn between him and Derek. ‘Hands innocently brushing against each other. By “accident”, of course.’

Stiles shoves a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

‘You think he’s gonna do the yawn and stretch next?’ Hayden suggests.

‘What’s the yawn and stretch?’ Liam asks.

From the corner of his eye, Stiles sees Hayden and Allison yawn and stretch at the same time. Hayden throwing her arm over Liam’s shoulder and Allison throwing hers over Kira’s. He rolls his eyes and changes the popcorn for M&Ms, holding them up for Derek before grabbing a handful himself.

‘I think he’s just gonna seduce him with food,’ Kira thinks out loud.

Stiles clenches his jaw. The comments are already getting to him. He bites his lip so he doesn’t say anything back, he’s learned from experience that only makes things worse. Pushing himself a little further into the couch cushions, he directs all his focus to the movie. Even though he has no idea what movie this actually is.

‘I don’t think the snack food is working,’ Allison says.

‘Will you all shut up?’ Lydia grumbles. ‘I’m trying to watch a movie, not Stiles’ tragic love life crash and burn.’

‘Hey, guys. Knock it off,’ Scott says sternly.

Lydia’s annoyance and Scott’s reprimand seem to work. Everyone falls silent, and Stiles relaxes. The reprieve doesn’t last long.

‘Hey, Derek, would Stiles have more luck if he got you a pie or something?’ Isaac asks.

‘I prefer cake,’ Derek says casually.

It’s like a punch in the gut. Stiles can’t breathe. His ears are ringing. His vision blurs for a moment. He needs to get out. Somewhere he registers that the others know they’ve gone too far. It’s so quiet you can hear a flower petal drop.

‘I don’t have to take this,’ he says as he stands up.

‘Stiles.’ Derek grabs for his arm, but Stiles recoils, pulling his arm free. He all but runs out of the house, only remembering to take his jacket because his car keys are in it.

The key is in the lock when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He whirls around, fists clenched, expecting it to be Derek. It’s Scott.

‘I’m sorry. I should’ve said something sooner,’ Scott says. He’s the only one who knows how much Stiles actually likes Derek, the only one who knew before Stiles blurted it out in front of the entire pack.

Stiles just nods. He doesn’t actually blame Scott, but Scott’s the only one here, apologizing.

‘Here.’ Scott pushes the bag with Stiles’ uniform, and gun, in his hands. ‘Where are you going?’

‘I’ll let you know,’ Stiles says. He gestures at the house. The others are probably listening. If they know where he’s going, they’ll show up either tomorrow or in a few days, and Stiles really doesn’t want that right now.

‘Okay,’ Scott says and squeezes Stiles arm.

On his way home, Stiles calls his dad to ask for some time off. Things are pretty quiet at the moment, both in the supernatural and the normal world, and Stiles doesn’t have to do much persuading.

He doesn’t need much for where he’s going, and is out of his apartment and back in his car with a packed bag in ten minutes.

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The Little Things

5 times Derek notices things about Stiles he has never noticed before.

1. The tiny specs of colour in their eyes.  

For a moment, Derek was floating. He was weightless, mind adrift. And then suddenly, it was like he was dropped into a pool of cold water and he was being thrown into consciousness.

His eyes snapped open, breath leaving his lungs. He barely caught the fist swinging towards his face, the small, cold knuckles swarmed in his own collaused palm with a painful slap of skin against skin. He looked above him, eyes leaving the two hands, and found Stiles staring down at him. It was just as much of a shock waking up as it was seeing cold, stomach dropping fear glistening in Stiles’ eyes. His face was illuminated green, shadowed from the prominent cheekbones and ridiculously long eyelashes. The lights around them were flickering on and off, making Derek’s sense of his surroundings even more off.

He looked around, dazed and confused because what the actual fuck? He couldn’t figure out what was going on. What happened and why was Stiles staring at him like he’s dropped from the fucking sky?

Suddenly, it all came rushing back like a tidal wave.

“Where is she?” He shakily asked after he glanced out of the elevator he was laying in, looking at the dimmed and abandoned hospital ward.

“Jennifer?” Stiles croaked above him, voice raspy like he’d been crying. His eyes didn’t look red, but Derek did find himself unable to take his eyes off them - doe and big. “Gone— with Scott’s mum.”

Derek felt his stomach twist uneasily, guilt swarming his gut. “She took her?”

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded. “And if that’s not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion. Okay? So, we gotta get you out of here—” he could hear the teenagers breathing picking up, noting the anxious way he was sparing nervous glances down the end of the hall. His wrist was still in Derek’s hand, shaking. “The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you the hell out-ta here—”

“Woah,” Derek cut him off, sitting up and ignoring the scream from his muscles.  He felt so impossibly drained. “What about Cora?”

“She’s fine,” Stiles replied, quick and high. “She’s with Peter and Isaac. Look, we gotta go, okay? Can you stand? Did she break anything or—”

“I’m fine,” Derek answered shortly. He wasn’t fine, but he wasn’t broken or physically injured. Maybe mind-fucked and internally scarred by the fact that he was sleeping with a goddamn Darach who while she wasn’t in his bed, was actually out killing people for sacrifices. He was more worried about Cora at the moment, but Jennifer was large play in his mind - especially now she has Stiles’ dad and Scott’s mum.

“Okay, good,” Stiles nodded and he didn’t waste another moment before he was grabbing Derek by the shoulders and pulling - non helpfully - Derek to his feet. He stumbled when he was vertical, blood rushing to his head like he’d been hanging upside down instead of laying on the floor. “Woah—” Stiles rushed to his close side, hands everywhere and eyes tracking him. “You okay, big guy?”

Not by a long shot, Derek wanted to say. “I’m fine,” he gruffed instead. It was obvious Stiles didn’t believe him, his brown eyes unconvinced and shining evident disbelief, but he didn’t mention it. Instead, he nodded, breathing shakily. They were at eye level, eyes directly looking into one another and if it was under different circumstances, Derek would have taken the time to admire the fire behind the teens eyes, or the way lighter shades of brown sparkled along side the dark, glowing whiskey. But right now, the circumstances were shit, and they needed to get out.

“Let’s go,” Derek said, and neither of them wasted another moment before they turned and ran.


2. How someone looks when they think nobody can see them.

Everything was better now. Cora was cured and currently out of town. She’d left only two days after she was well enough to stand, calming telling Derek she couldn’t stay because everything here reminded her of pain and misery. Derek couldn’t disagree with her, or make her stay. But he also declined her offer to go with him, knowing he needed to stay with his pack and some Hale member had to stay here. But things were better. The sheriff, Melissa and Chris were rescued and safe. Scott, Allison and Stiles got their parents back. The sacrifices worked, or, at least that’s what Derek was told.

He didn’t believe they worked, didnt believe everything was alright. The sacrifices gave them the location of their parents, but it’s physically and mentally scarred them for life. The darkness around their hearts, as Deaton explained, was perminant. It was a scar, ugly and unremovable. Derek had no idea what it felt like, but he imagined it was like a hole in your chest, a big black void of nothing, just gaping like a bloodless bullet wound. He assumed it felt like grief, consuming and a consistent ache or feeling.

Derek couldn’t imagine what it actually felt like, pooling in his chest continuously.

The pack meeting came to a stuttering end about half an hour before the members began to leave. Lydia and Allison went first, claiming they needed shopping as Lydia was sure it was the only way to properly cheer Allison up. Derek could see the frustration in Allison’s form, the aftermath of the sacrifice turning her paranoid, saying she can keep seeing the ghost of her dead aunt.

“Hey, Scott,” Stiles said, catching the doe-eyed true alpha. They were standing in the middle of the loft, Scott having just began to make his way to the loft door. He turned around on Stiles’ call and waited for him to continue. “Are you still free today? I was wondering if we could hang out, I need to tell you—”

“Sorry, buddy,” Scott cut him off, and the drop in Stiles’ hopeful expression told Derek the younger teen knew he was being ditched. “I was gonna hang out with Kira, do some history notes together,” Scott looked at Kira over his shoulder, the small girl sending him a sweet wave when she noticed him looking. Scott, like a lovesick middle-schooler, waved back with doe eyes. He turned back to Stiles, talking in a low voice so no one could hear, stupidly forgetting he’s surrounded by werewolves with enhanced hearing, “she’s finally noticing me, Stiles. I know you wanted to hang out, and we will — I promise! But, I really like her, like, like her. I haven’t felt like this about anyone since…” He trailed off and the small ‘Allison’ didn’t go unheard.

Stiles shook his head, lips pulling up into a smile that was so painfully forced. “It’s fine. Totally cool. You go, write notes and woo her with your puppy eyes. I can talk to you another time.”

Scott grinned. “Thank you!” He clapped a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “You’re the best, Stiles. I promise we’ll hang out tomorrow, okay?”

Stiles nodded, muttering, “Okay. Sure.”

But Scott was already turning away, going to Kira and it took all of Derek’s willpower not to grab Scott by the collar and drag him to Stiles’ feet and force him to apologise to his best friend that so obviously needs him.

The second Scott was out the door, it was like Stiles was physically punched. Derek watched his face morph into a mixture of pain, anxiety and hurt. He wrapped his arms around his middle, cuddling himself as if it would give him some source of comfort. Derek could tell his eyes were trained on the floor, despite standing behind him. The angle of his head was down and bowed, and Derek officially declared Scott the biggest oblivious idiot in the pack. How could he not see? How could he not see the obvious signs of his best friends suffering? Derek has watched Stiles turn up to meeting after meeting since the sacrifices, watching his skin get paler and tighter from exhaustion. The purple half moons under his eyes becoming horrifically prominant, standing out against the white of his complexion. His hair was hazardous, sprawled in every direction like it’s been pulled with stress.

Stiles was suffering, and Derek could see him suffering in silence.

Derek didn’t know if Stiles realised he was there, especially considering it was his loft, but Stiles seemed to be in his own head. He seemed unconscious that Derek was standing behind him, watching and observing the way he’s curling in on himself like a wounded child. The way waves of misery and hurt are rolling off him and smacking Derek like a physically tsunami. Realisation dawned on him that Stiles wasn’t okay, and that everything wasn’t better now just because no one was in immediate danger.

Derek moved, the floor beneath his feet moaning and Stiles spun around so fast Derek was surprised he managed to stay standing. Stiles’ eyes were wide, swimming with surprise and also a hint of embarrassment, which had Derek almost frowning because, why?

“Are you okay?”

Stiles nodded, and suddenly, it was like a masked was slipped on. His face became neutral, emotionless and all the pain shining through the exhausted whiskey eyes was covered like a shield. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Derek nodded back. He didn’t have another chance to speak to Stiles, for the brunette teenager was grabbing his bag by the strap and darting out of the loft like a streak of light.


3. Real meanings behind spoken words.  

Derek didn’t know how it had come to this. He didn’t know what he did to deserve this, but through out his entire life, he’s never been so terrified. Even when he watched his family burn, or spent years hiding away in New York, grieving with Laura, or when he came back to this god-forsaken town to find his older sister dead at the hands of his psychopathic uncle. He has never felt as truly scared as he is now.

He was standing in Deaton’s veterinary. It was cold, the chill from outside seeping into the dark room. Scott was leaning against a metal table, hand on his recently healed stomach. There was a large blood patch on his t-shirt, the wet, sodden fabric ruined by the gaping hole in the middle. He looked close to tears, and that wasn’t because he was stabbed and basically had death flash in front of his eyes. No, Derek knows he’s close to tears because of the teenager laying on the table opposite him.

Stiles had been unconscious when Derek ran in from the rain. The teen then, however, had been laying on his side on the cold floor, Deaton standing above him with a needle in his hand like a mad scientist out of a horror movie.

At first, Derek had demanded answers. He wanted to know what the fuck was going on and how the hell Scott, the true alpha, had managed to get stabbed by his hyperactive human best friend. Except once Derek had lifted Stiles onto the table, his body disturbingly lax in his arms, Deaton had then explained that Stiles was not only Stiles, but actually possessed by a thousand year old Japanese spirit.

It had been quite a shock. Sure, Derek had his suspicions, but no one had confirmed it to him and to hear Deaton tell him, when Stiles was drugged to unconsciousness and Scott was recovering from a stab wound to the stomach, it made Derek want to throw up.

After ten minutes of eery silence, Derek asked the only question he was sure he could voice without vomiting. “What do we do?”

His voice broke the quiet like a sledgehammer on a sheet of glass; shattering it. Scott physically flinched when he did, and for the first time in a long time, Derek saw the vulnerability in the True Alpha.

“The wolf lichen should knock him out for a while, and when he comes around he should be in control of himself,” Deaton answered.

Derek looked at him. “And what happens if Stiles isn’t in control when he wakes up?”

“We’ll deal with that if and when it happens. For now, we need to assume the wolf lichen will work and the fox will be effected.”

“Is it going to hurt him?” Scott asked, his eyes still locked on Stiles’ form. When no one answered, he looked up and directly at Deaton. “Is the wolf lichen going to hurt Stiles?”

“No,” Deaton said. “It won’t harm his human side, only the fox inside him.”

“Then why is he still passed out?” Scott shouted, a growl itching into his tone.

Deaton seemed unfazed, as usual. “Because the wolf lichen will act as a sedative until the fox is weak enough for Stiles to take control again. He’ll be fine, Scott.” His last words sounded flimsy but it was the best they had.

“Okay, so assuming Stiles is in control, what should we do? The wolf lichen isn’t permeant, and if the fox is as powerful as you said it was, then it isn’t just going to sit back and let Stiles have his life back again,” Derek said, and once the words left his mouth, he felt like he was going to be sick again.

He looked at Stiles, and instantly he regretted it. The teenager was still passed out, lax and limp on the table. His head was turned to the side, face in their direction. His skin was white, eyes bruised and purple. His lips were cracked, colourless like the rest of his complexion. His hair was stuck to his forehead in wet curls like seaweed washed up on a pale shore. It was scary, to see Stiles so still. In all the years Derek had known him, Stiles was a constant flurry of movement and colour but now, he was like a grey form of stationary misery.

“How can we help him?” Derek asked. “How do we stop whats inside him?”

Deaton shook his head. “I don’t know enough,” he said.

“Well learn something!” Derek snapped. “We need to help him.”

“I know,” Deaton said, and it almost sounded like a sigh.

“We need to get it out,” Scott murmured. “We need to get that thing out of him.”

Deaton nodded. “I’ll see if I know any contacts who might be able to help. I recommend speaking to Chris, he might know more about this than me.”

“I’ll do it,” Derek said, knowing Scott wasn’t up for anything else tonight. “You should go home, Scott. Get some rest-”

Scott’s head snapped up at the mention of his name. “W-What? No! I can't— you don’t… I need to help—”

“Scott, you had a sword pushed through your stomach. You need to rest and heal—”

Scott pushed off the table. “I’ve healed! I—”

Scott,” Derek said, voice rumbling. If he was an alpha still, he knew he would have flashed his red eyes, but he didn’t bother now. “Go home, we’ll phone you if anything changes,” he added, “I promise.”

Scott looked like he was going to protest, but then he must have come to his senses and realised he needed to go home.

“Call Kira when you go,” Deaton said. “Make sure she’s okay.”

Derek doesn’t know who Kira is or what happened to her, and if he was honest with himself then he didn’t want to know. The only thought that connected in his mind was if Stiles had hurt her? If the thing inside his head had hurt someone?

Derek cut out of his thoughts when Scott began to head towards the door, looking over his shoulder ever three seconds, eyes on his best friend as if walking out the door without him is like he’s saying good bye. The door shut behind him with a deafening silence.

“Take me to Eichen,”

Derek spun on his heel as fast as light, ears ringing with the croaking voice.

Stiles was awake, eyes open and shining through the whiskey orbs was such raw fear that Derek could literally taste it on his tongue. He hadn’t even realised Stiles was awake, and now he listened, he could hear the racing beats of his heart.

“What?” Derek asked, brain not fully processing Stiles’ words.

“Take me to Eichen House. I can’t be around you guys—”

“No way in hell are you going there,” Derek said adamantly.


“Stiles, Derek is right. I don’t think—”

“I have to. I heard what you said about the wolf lichen, and I know it isn’t going to hold forever. You can’t just let me roam the streets. I might— it might hurt someone. Please, I need to do this.”

Derek sighed. His chest was aching. “Stiles, Eichen isn’t safe,”

“It doesn’t matter. If I’m in there, so is the damn thing possessing me. Everyone will be safe, and it will give you guys more time to figure something out.”

“We’re going to kill it, Stiles,” Derek said, voice more solid than it had been all night. He was confident that Stiles was going to get out of this alive, and no way in hell was Derek going to let the brave, stupid, idiotic spaz go down this way after everything he’s been through. “You’re going to be okay.”

“You can’t,” Stiles whispered. His voice cracked, croaking when he spoke.

“Stiles, we can and we will,” Derek snarled.

“How?” Stiles asked, and then Derek noticed the glistening in his eyes and the salty tang to the air. “How do you destroy a monster without becoming one?”

The words hit Derek so hard he had to take a physical step back. He didn’t know exactly what Stiles was implying, but the words were cold and sharp.


Was Stiles implying that Derek was a monster? Or that Stiles himself is a monster? The questions flew back and forth like a boomerang, spinning inside his head.

“Stiles,” Derek began, but prominently cut himself off. What the fuck was he meant to say to that?

Please,” Stiles begged, sounding so small and hurt it physically wounded Derek like a punch to the chest.

Derek sighed. He looked to Deaton, who met his eyes with a familiar gaze. Derek looked back to Stiles, who was staring at him with a hopeful and desperate look that could have made the newly made beta crumble, even in alpha form.

“Call your father,” Derek said. “You need his consent first.”


4 . Emotions they are trying to hide.

When Derek next saw Stiles, it was a week after the Nogitsune was diminished and two friends were buried in the ground. The remaining pack were damaged, the entire pack and its balance fractured, possibly beyond repair.

Scott was heart broken, internally destroyed from having his first love die in his arms. Derek could relate, horribly, and he knew that kind of pain didn’t just go away with a few good nights sleep and a lot of hugs. It was scarring, deep and un-healable.

Lydia was just as distraught, though her’s was less visible. She had been the one to plan the meeting at Derek’s loft, insisting they needed to get back to some sort of normalcy. She’d turned up the following day, Kira at her side, saying the pack meeting was happening and everyone was going to be there.

At first, Derek didn’t believe her or the idea that everyone would come. Grieving was hard, and for most people, it was actually easier to do alone. Or at least, that’s what people believed when they were grieving. It was like dark cloud hanging over you, and your constant worry was getting  everyone caught in your own storm. Derek knew what it was like to hide away in grief, he’d done it twice before and he was sure as hell not going to criticise the pack for doing it themselves. The only member of the pack Derek had actively seen was Isaac, and that was only because he’d moved back in with him. He didn’t comment, the first night Isaac turned up at the lofts door with a duffel bag and red eyes, he only opened the door wider and offered his bed, knowing the beta needed it.

Scott and Isaac arrived together, looking hunched and sad. They barely said a hello to everyone before dropping down on the sofa.

Stiles was the last to arrive, and when he did walk through the door, Derek could have cried. Stiles was the definition of mentally broken. His physical appearance was haunting, from his translucent skin and exhausted eyes to his sluggish movements and sharp cheekbones. He walked with hunched shoulders, like he was carrying the weight of the world on the producing bones. Lydia approached him as he crossed the loft and immediately pulled him into a hug. Derek noted the raise in heartbeat and how Stiles stiffened like a plank, muscles stiff. Lydia didn’t remove herself, and eventually, Stiles sagged against her, shaking hands wrapping around her back and forehead dropping to her shoulder. Derek shoved down the swell of jealously and was instead thankful that Stiles was even there.

When Lydia detached herself, she grabbed Stiles by the hand and guided him to the sitting area. Stiles situated himself in the empty love seat, looking small as he curled in on himself against the mountain of pillows.

“What are we doing here?” Scott had asked, voice small and cracking.

“We need to heal, and we should do it together. Allison wouldn’t want us like this, she’d want us to carry on with life. We need to find some normalcy, so we’re going to watch a movie together and eat some food like we used to.”

No one had argued when Lydia put a Disney film on the TV and curled up on the couch beside Scott. After that day, things did improve. The pack began to heal, slowly but surely. The meetings and Friday movie nights became routine again. Everyone was beginning to fall back into place, sealing the cracks that had formed and repairing the damage done. It wasn’t perfect, and it was never going to be. They had lost a large, vital and irreplaceable member of their pack and lives. It was never going to be the same, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be happy and heal.

Derek doesn’t know what urged him to go over to the Stilinski house hold a few weeks later, but he’s bloody glad he went. He was barely a few feet away from the grass below Stiles’ bedroom window when he heard the familiar sound of a faint sob. The sound, despite being quiet and muffled, sent Derek’s wolf into overdrive and he was leaping up onto the window ledge and climbing inside before he could really think about it.

He was startled to find the bedroom empty. The first thing that hit him was the scent of misery and guilt, so strong and suffocating as it clung to every inch and object in the room. Derek could barely stop himself from whining, unable to understand why Stiles had to suffer through this alone.

The next soft cry snapped him out of his thoughts. He was following the sound before the next cry followed, leading him to the bathroom where he found the door wide open and Stiles sitting under the sink.

The teen hiccups when he looks up, tears streaming down his cheeks like small rivers and eyes puffy and red, swollen with misery.  He’s curled in on himself, knees up his chest and trembling arms wrapped around himself as if he could make himself unseen.

Derek felt his heart literally break.

“Stiles,” he whispered, approaching slowly and cautiously. When he was close enough, he crouched down almost at eye level with the shaking male that was no more than a child. Now he was closer, he could see the sharp lines of his prominent cheekbones, the colourless lips disgusting with the sickly pale skin. Underneath the blood-shot eyes were bruises of obvious exhaustion.

Derek wasn’t expecting Stiles to launch himself into Derek’s chest, but he reacted quickly, taking in the sobbing teen and wrapping his arms protectively around him. Stiles cried into his chest, wailed and trembled. His pain was pouring out, coming so unexpectedly that Derek cursed himself for not seeing it sooner. Not addressing the pain he had suspected Stiles was in, should have acted on instinct and the duty of a friend, because it was obvious Stiles needed a shoulder to cry on.

“You’re okay,” Derek murmured, rubbing a hand up and down the shaking knobs of his spine. “You’re gonna be okay, Stiles. You’re not alone, it’s not your fault. Breath with me, calm down. Everyone’s okay, everyone’s fine.”

Stiles choked a sob against his chest, hands wrung in his shirt, gripping tight and desperate. He sounded so fragile, so hurt and broken that Derek could barely blink back the tears in his own eyes. He’d never felt this sad and distraught since the fire, and the time before that when Paige was dying in his arms. But even then, it didn’t hurt like this. This was worse, deeper like a never healing knife wound. This hurt more because it’s been going on for weeks, Stiles has been crumbling and suffering alone because Derek was too weak and pathetic to act on his feelings and help Stiles.

Derek doesn’t know how long he was sitting on the Stilinski bathroom floor, cradling and supporting his pack mate. But when Stiles finally found the breath to sit back, he looked worse than before. His eyelashes were clumped together, jet black with tears. His cheeks were wet and tinted red. Eyes sore and raw. He looked open and vulnerable, ruined and battered like a old toy that has been abandoned after years of careless play.

With a gentle touch, Derek brushed the pad of his thumb under one of Stiles’ eyes, wiping away the falling tear. Stiles was staring back at him, whiskey orbs bright in the florescent bathroom lights.

“What are you doing here?” Stiles whispered, voice cracking and raspy.

Derek flashed him a small smile, hoping it would transfer some sort of comfort to the aching teen. “I came to see if you were okay,” he replied, tone as gentle as the hand rubbing Stiles’ shoulder with small circles. “You’re not okay, are you?”

Stiles continued to stare at him with unblinking eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, and Derek would bet his right arm he was going to lie 'I’m fine’. But then his mouth snapped closed, lip trembling and eyes filling with a fresh pool of tears. He shook his head, small and shakily.

Derek didn’t hesitate to pull Stiles back into his chest, arms winding around his back for security. Stiles curled into his chest without protest, small sobs starting again.

“It’s okay. It’s okay not to be okay,” Derek whispered into the soft, messy mop of brown hair. “You’ll heal, it’ll get better and one day you can say you’re fine and won’t have to lie about it. But it’s okay that today is not that day.”

They moved into the bedroom sometime later, laying down on the bed. Derek wasn’t planning on staying, but when Stiles grasped his wrist and looked at him with those big, hopeful and scared eyes, he didn’t hesitate to kick off his shoes and climb under the covers next to him.

Stiles was the same as he had been at the pack meetings. He hadn’t changed, good nor bad. He was still keep his distance from the pack. Still looking pale and sick, tired and wary, jumping at every sudden and small sound. It pained Derek to see him so uncomfortable in his own skin.

Stiles was falling asleep next to him, breaths deep and soft, but Derek could see him resisting. In the dim light of the room, Stiles kept desperatly blinking his eyes open in the will to stay awake. Derek couldn’t stand it any longer, looking at the exhausted face and sunken eyes in so much need for rest. He grabbed Stiles’ hand, the skin cold against his own and small. Stiles’ eyes met his, and Derek squeezed his hand gently.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered into the silence. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

The short reassurance seemed to calm Stiles somewhat. His tense body lost some of the stiffness and he relaxed slightly against the mattress, but not by much. He was still too wired to fall asleep, so Derek took charge.

He moved closer, pulling Stiles into him gently. He kept their one hands connected, pressed between their chests and he wound the other one around Stiles’ neck to hold his head, running his fingers gently through the soft strands of hair at the back of his head. The small, comforting gestures caused Stiles to drop like a hot rock into the abyss of sleep.

Derek followed soon after, rocking and comforted by the steady heartbeat and rhythmic breathing.


5. The melody of someone’s voice.

“What was it?”

“There’s a lot of myths,” Derek began, looking up from the locker room floor to Stiles, who was standing a few feet away. “About how people can be turned into a werewolf. Usually, it’s a bite, and there’s one about rain water.”

“Rain water out of the puddle of a werewolf’s print,” Stiles said, nodding.

“There’s another one,” Derek continued. “A way that someone can be turned by a scratch, if the claws go deep enough. I dreamed…I dreamed about Kate. She wasn’t dead, she was alive, she was a were but I don’t know which one. She didn’t die when Peter killed her, she turned, and she was in my loft.”

“Derek,” Stiles sat down on the bench opposite him, looking at him with concern, “if this is all just a dream, then why do you look so worried?”

Derek shook his head in small movements. “Because I don’t remember waking up. So…so tell me, how do you know? How do you know if you’re still dreaming?”

“Fingers. In dreams you have extra fingers,” Stiles replied. Derek didn’t hesitate a moment before he snatched Stiles by the wrist and brought his hand up.

6 fingers.

Suddenly, the world folded like an envelope. Stiles was gone, as was the locker room. He was standing in his loft, smoke and darkness around him. His chest burned, fire and pain burning through him. He dropped to his knees, hands hovering over the sudden gun shot wound at the bottom of his chest.

He looked down at the blood stain. “It’s real,” he whispered to himself.

Looking up, he saw a figure approach and appear in the white fog around him.

“You’re real,”

“That’s right, Derek,” Kate replied as she stalked forward, hips swaying and gun loose at her side in her fingers. “And if seeing me is a surprise, watch this,”

Suddenly, like a werewolf would, her face began to morph and shift. Only, she wasn’t shifting into a wolf. Her eyes glowed green, teeth canines growing and skin turning blue with black smudges. She let out a roar, deep and loud.


The voice that spoke didn’t belong. It wasn’t here, it was distance, like an echo. Derek barely heard it over the deafening roar.

“Derek, wake up,”

He couldn’t pin point who it was or where they were. Black spots were dancing in his vision. His head felt cloudy, ears muffled. Kate was watching him, Kate was alive and he couldn’t breath.

“Derek! Wake up!” The voice was more urgent, pleading.

His lungs stopped working. He was suffocating. He couldn't—

“Wake up!”

Derek snapped into consciousness with a breathless gasp. The first thing he saw was the ceiling, and then he was jackknifing into a sitting position. His skin was crawling, tingling and too tight. His hand went to his chest where the gaping hole was no longer there, where his t-shirt was no longer sticky with blood. His lungs were clenched, muscles tort and refusing to expand. His breath was short, neck cold with sweat.


The small, unsure voice sent him into a spiral of confusion. His head snapped in the direction to see Stiles sitting up next to him, eyes wide and skin white pale in the moon light that glowed in from his bedroom window.

Derek tried to calm his breathing, to find some kind of steady pattern or rhythm, but he couldn’t.

A hand grabbed his own, another one coming to rest on his shoulder.

“Derek,” the voice was steadier this time, more stern and commanding. Stiles’ eyes met his, the whiskey colour gleaming with a determination that had been missing for so long. “Breath with me. Hold you’re breath.”

It wasn’t helping. This had never happened, in all of Derek’s traumatic years, he’d never had a panic attack and he hated this. He couldn’t breath and the lack of oxygen filling his lungs only made him panic more. It was a vicious circle, no way out, trapped and—

A pair of lips covered his. He was so startled and surprised he didn’t even register the intake of breath he stopped. He sighed into the kiss, melting against the lips against his. Something warm and pleasant fluttered in his chest, replacing the recent panic and tight feeling. It was over as soon as it started and Stiles was pulling away.

Silence settled. Derek was speechless, awed and embarrassed. He’d panicked like that in front of Stiles, something that made him open and vulnerable - something he’d tried so hard to mask. His eyes were conflicted between looking at Stiles’ lips or his eyes, both open and unreadable. Stiles was staring right back at him, his own breathing deep as if the kiss had surprised him as much as it had Derek.

The wolf couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed Stiles by the cheek and collided their lips together again. This one was better, longer, deeper. It was passionate, sweet and sour, like burnt sugar. It was captivating, sending tingles down Derek’s spine. Stiles’ lips moved with his, as if they had done this a million times. What surprised him most was Stiles was kissing back with as much if not more enthusiasm.

The next time they pulled away was because they were breathless. Derek took in Stiles’ appearance with one look. He was still pale and he looked just as tired as he was hours ago before they fell asleep, but now his cheeks were tinted with a healthy red glow, eyes dilated and lips swollen and pink.

“You like me?” Stiles whispered, breaking the silence that was only filled by their heavy breathing.

Derek smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Stiles smiled back, a small action that had been absent for too long and made Stiles look hypnotising-ly beautiful. “I like you too. I like you a lot.”

“Good,” Derek replied, pulling him in for another hungry and desperate kiss. “You’re it for me, Stiles.” He whispered against the teens lips. “You’re everything.”

They were healing, Derek decided. And now, they could heal together.

— fin.