imagine stiles finding him like this

anonymous asked:

Do you take fic prompts? If so, then I'd love to see a take on the "Werewolf pretends to be a large dog to get attention or food from an unsuspecting human", except the other person is also a werewolf and can tell right away. If not, then feel free to ignore this ask. :)

I’m not sure this is what you were looking for when you sent this prompt, but I had a lot of fun writing it! (On AO3)


Stiles likes walking home from work. He feels more connected to the world when he can smell and hear it all around him, with no doors or walls in the way.

He usually cuts through the park at the edge of the preserve, because it always has a sort of happy, warm feel to it. It gives him a sense of contentment every time. As he comes over the hill he can see that it’s pretty empty today: a woman is pushing her stroller along the path through the middle, an older lady is sitting on one of the benches knitting, and there’s a guy petting a rather large dog by the volleyball court.

Except that when the man gives a final pat and turns to go, Stiles freezes for a step, skin prickling in surprise, because it’s another werewolf.

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i had the weirdest dream so obviously i had to write a fic about it

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They met at the park. It could have been a meet-cute, except Derek doesn’t do cute so it ended up just being weird.

Derek was taking Nora for a walk like he always does when she decided it would be a good idea to chase a squirrel and practically dragged him around, only stopping when another dog got in her way – probably chasing the squirrel too – and they started growling at each other.

“Hey, man. Control your dog, I’m not ready to be a grandpa!”

“My dog is a female.” Derek said, tried not to stare at the other guy’s hands as he struggled to hold his dog back.

“Well,” the other guy said, “how can you know under all – that.” He gestured towards Nora.

“She’s an Alaskan malamute.” Derek took a step back, dragging Nora away from asshole-guy and his dalmatian. “Much better than a dog that you don’t know if it’s white or black.”

The other guy stopped, looked between Derek and his dog. “How dare you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Leia is beautiful.

“Leia?” Derek asked, smirking. “What happened to creativity these days?”

“I’ll show you creativity.” The guy growled, much like Nora was doing, then took Derek’s hand, dragged him towards a bench and started to list all the reasons he named his dog after Princess Leia.

Nora and Leia ended up getting along fabulously, and as fate would have it, so did their owners.


“Unfair.” Stiles mumbles, watching as Derek heads to the bathroom. “I’m supposed to be going to work. Stop teasing me.”

Derek smirks over his shoulder. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to join me in the shower.”

Gah.” Stiles says as his dick responds to Derek’s smile. “I hate you.”

Derek laughs. “I know.” He walks into the shower, moans purposefully loud when the hot water hits his body. Stiles yells at him to shut up and seconds later he’s joining Derek under the spray.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He leans in for a kiss, nips at Derek’s bottom lip as he runs his hands over Derek’s wet chest. “Fuck,” he moans when Derek presses him against the wall, rubs their dicks together, “you’re awful.”

Derek bites softly at Stiles’ pulse point, enjoys the moan it elicits from him. He’s always talking, moaning, yelling, seriously, Derek is the one who’s going to die here.

It’s been two months and they aren’t even close to getting tired from each other. It’s still hot, fun and - even more - exciting. Sometimes, in between fixing a car or two, Derek checks his phone, sends messages to Stiles, some of them explicit others just telling him about his day, the awful clients that destroy their cars and ask Derek to perform miracles. Other times, it’s Stiles that calls him, rambles about his dad and Leia, about his friends and what he ate that morning.

They haven’t talked about what they are – if they are something – but Stiles doesn’t seem in a hurry, so Derek isn’t going to force him, as much as he wants to.

Really, Derek’s got it so bad even his boss noticed and he’s seventy.

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STEREK FIC REC POST

i’ve hit another hundred followers on my twitter account @getsteREKT so once again im posting another fic rec post!

as always these fics will be of all tropes so be sure to read the warnings and tags of all fics you wish to read to make sure each fic IS for you. x

my personal favourites will be marked with a **

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i’ll always choose you (even when i’m drunk) by trilliastra

He looks at his hand curiously, he’s always had a ring? He can’t remember.

“Yeah.” The guy comes back into the bedroom, helps Stiles sit up and drink some water. “It’s your wedding ring.”

“I’m married?” He yells, making the guy flinch. “I’m married!” He looks between his ring and the guy with pretty eyes in front of him. Oh, no. “I’m married.” He repeats, sadly. He doesn’t want to be married!

“Are you – crying?” The guy asks, reaches out to touch Stiles’ face.

“I don’t wanna be married!” He cries out. “I wanna marry you.”

WORDS: 794

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

BYOP by   dragon_temeraire ***

Stiles helps Derek revive a family tradition.

WORDS: 2003

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and up

WARNINGS: None

Second Chances by  rootbeer ****

“A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. ‘Excuse me’; 'thank you’; 'hello’. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you’ or 'Wow you’re really pretty’. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.

Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world’ tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret.”

WORDS: 2624

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: None

Oops by Little Spoon (JaydenNara)

Derek was the one that brought Stiles dinner when he knew Stiles had forgotten, and Derek was the one that massaged Stiles’ feet when he was stressed. When they watched a movie, Stiles snuggled up against him, and Stiles trusted Derek enough to fall asleep on his shoulder. When Stiles woke up in the middle of the night screaming, Derek was the one that held until he fell back asleep, and in return, Stiles would help him count his fingers when Derek wasn’t sure if he was awake.

Derek and Stiles were just friends. Oops?

WORDS: 2852

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: None

Just a Hobby by kaistrex (weishen)

Five times Deputy Derek shelters his partner from the supernatural and the one time he discovers he’s just been making a fool of himself.

WORDS: 3014

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen And Up

WARNINGS: none

Soft Derek, Warm Stiles, No One is a Little Ball of Fur by tiedtogetherwithadagger

Stiles is wiping down the counters and humming California Gurls to himself when the bell above the door chimes and Derek walks in. The next notes of the song get stuck in his throat and he freezes. Stiles shouldn’t be surprised, really. The rest of the pack have already been by to visit him, even Jackson. Of course, Boyd was the only person Stiles ended up giving a free drink to, much to their disappointment. So what if he had favorites? How could he not when Boyd was the one to get him ComiCon tickets?

Derek swaggers up to the counter Stiles is stationed behind, because that’s the only way Derek apparently knows how to walk. He’s wearing a maroon knitted sweater today that looks unfairly cozy. Stiles slaps his own hand down from reaching out and touching the fabric because that would be weird. Although slapping yourself might be weirder. Oh well.

WORDS: 3728

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

So Color Me Green With Disgust (or maybe with envy) by lapsus_calami

Derek’s as straight as a ruler and he’s totally okay with that. He’s also okay with Stiles being as straight as a bendable squiggly straw. Or at least he thought he was. Recent events have him wondering if he’s secretly some sort of homophobe, and it’s seriously starting to affect his and Stiles’ relationship in a bad way.

WORDS: 3828

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Coaches Cupcake Coffee House by  ChildOfTheRevolution

Danny looked at him as if he were crazy, ‘It means he wants to ride the dick Stiles.’ He said slowly, as if talking to the mentally insane.

‘Ride the dick, my dick?’ Stiles asked weakly.

‘Figuratively speaking of course, Derek looks more like a topper to me. And you, my friend, are a twink of the most twinkiest standards, but I’m not one to judge.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Stiles admitted, finding himself in a weird crouch-like stance that he apparently now adopts when he’s overwhelmed about finding out Derek Hotcakes wants to bone him three ways to Sunday.

WORDS: 4821

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

something’s missing by trilliastra

Sometimes Derek still asks himself why Kate kept the baby. And then he just tries to shake those thoughts away because even imagining Michael not being here, alive, hurts too much.

WORDS: 5032

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Ghost Blanket and the Wolf by PaintedRecs **

Derek’s badly in need of hugs, Stiles decides shortly before Halloween. His pack is secure and stable, but he still hovers on its edges, as though not quite sure where he belongs. Will the magic of Halloween night, and a cherished Stilinski tradition, be enough to lift that weight off his shoulders?

WORDS: 6434

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: flufff

***Derek vs. Helen (SERIES) by thedevilyousay

Important OTP question: Which one aggressively argues with the suburban soccer moms at the PTA meeting and flips Helen’s 9x12 pan of betty crocker brownies?

WORDS: 8,730

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE?: Probably

WARNINGS: none

****Painted Wooden Letters by DiscontentedWinter

All he ever wanted to be was Stiles Stilinski.

WORDS: 10,011

CHAPTERS: 5/5

RATINGS: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Rape/Non-con, Underage, mentions of child abuse.

(Not gonna lie, this fic hit me really hard. Its very brutal and you will cry most likely. PLEASE make sure to read the warnings before reading this fic, if any of the warnings are triggers to you, then please dont read this.)

My Boys by losingmyangelgrace

“Afternoon Sheriff, sir, what can I do you for?” he might as well try for innocence.

Something definitely wasn’t right though. He took a deep breath in through his nose. That scent…it didn’t smell like John Stilinski, if anything else, despite some of the layers being different, scents change as a person gets older and there were some he didn’t recognise, but the core of it? It smelt like-

“Holy shit! Derek Hale!”

Stiles.

Stiles was the Sheriff? Derek did not see that one coming.

(In which Derek returns to Beacon Hills after fourteen years away)

WORDS: 11,354

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Striking Matches by castielblues & eeyore9990

Stiles has only ever wanted to protect his family and his pack. That’s not easy to do when you’re human and sarcasm is your only defense. Now Deaton is telling Stiles he’s a spark, and if that’s a weapon in his arsenal, he’s sure as hell going to learn to use it.

All Stiles needs now, to complete his transformation into a true badass, is a training montage and a decent soundtrack…

WORDS: 14,923

CHAPTERS: 2/2

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence

Momentum by  TatsuKitty

“That’s how he knew where Erica and Boyd were.” He growled and stood to pace the length of the apartment. Melissa observed quietly while he processed and silently picked him apart. He was obviously possessive and protective but his facial expressions and motions were harsh, a bit wild, just a touch of the wolf showing in the man. Finding out that Derek was a werewolf had almost made a kind of poetic sense.

“I’d guess. I don’t know what happened with them. I know they died.” She reached out and placed a hand on Derek’s forearm. He went totally still like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a fox and stared at her. “I’m sorry.”

“Wh–¬what ?” he just blinked at her, still totally frozen.

WORDS: 14,934

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Underage, mentions of depression

Maggie May by Spikedluv

When Laura Hale died, she left behind a daughter, Maggie. Stiles (and his dad) have been caring for Maggie since the night Laura disappeared. Unbeknownst to Stiles, however, Maggie’s a werewolf, and she’s bonded with Stiles. Which means he feels extra protective when Peter Hale appears on the scene. (He may have also developed a little crush on Maggie’s uncle, the silent and brooding Derek Hale. Who said Stiles’ life was boring?)

WORDS: 24,997

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATINGS: Mature

WARNINGS: Underage

Adding You to My Future by NekoIzumi

“So, I’m Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they’re inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I’m about to do and why I’m doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”

Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

WORDS:  42,252

CHAPTERS: 9/9

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

WORDS: 43,655

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence

Pale Horses by Dark_K

Being bitten had never been on his to-do list, but he could deal with that. Helping Derek Hale become a competent Alpha, though, that was so not in his job description.

WORDS: 56,071

CHAPTERS: 15/15

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence, Underage, Derek is a lil weird

Play It Again by metisket

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)

WORDS: 63,206

CHAPTERS: 3/3

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

It’s a mad, mad world by ElisAttack

“They call him the Feral Wolf.” The man laughs hysterically as Stiles backs away from him, fear coursing through his veins. “Feral Hale. Do you know why? Huh?” The man creeps closer, testing the restraint of his chains, white talcum falling from his skin, swirling in the air like the dust devils plaguing the wasteland. “Because he’s fucking mad.”

Or the one where Stiles is a prisoner looking to return home, but to do so, he may have to rely on a questionable drifter.

WORDS: 73,627

CHAPTERS: 11/11

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence

(Sacred) In The Ordinary by  idyll ***

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.

Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles

WORDS: 78,759

CHAPTERS: 9/9

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Didn’t See That Coming by knittersrevolt

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

WORDS: 83,838

CHAPTERS: 43/43

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Violence

A Life for a Life, Makes the Whole World Bound by augopher

Stiles was lonely; there was no other way of putting it. The Nogitsune had left the pack a wary of him, not that they thought it had been his fault. No, they worried it would happen again. Once bitten, twice shy.
The morning after his 18th birthday, his torso was covered in mysterious green tattoos. He hadn’t been that drunk. He’d definitely remember that. Great. Something else to make him feel like a freak. Insomnia led him to his mother’s diary and a tale of how she helped an odd man once who gave her the warning, “Be careful of your wishes three.“ Everything clicked into place.
So…he was a djinni. He subtly changed things about himself. More muscle? Done. Better hair? Done and done. End his crippling insecurity? Done, done, done. He hid his new gift until he found himself bound to Derek.
With Deaton’s help, they translated meanings in his tattoos, but they were incomplete. A passage of his 'Rules and Regulations’ was missing. Everything was fine dandy until Stiles’ new powers and penchant for mischief and karmic retribution threatened to destroy him, fracture his mind, and turn him into something which couldn’t be contained.
Could the pack save him in time, and at what price?

WORDS: 90,697

CHAPTERS: 26/26

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of violence

Of Course It’s Fairies by  HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

While still suffering from the after effects of the Nogitsune, Stiles and the pack stumble upon and save a trapped fairy. The boy’s parents, not wanting to be in the pack’s debt, offer each member of the pack who assisted in the rescue, the opportunity to bring a loved one back from the dead.

Having been blissfully reunited with several of their once-lost friends and family members, everyone must work together to figure out how to function as a new pack, and how to defeat a new incoming threat.

WORDS: 100,267

CHAPTERS: 54/54

RATING: Not Rated

WARNINGS: None

When I’m Gone by MissYuki1990

Stiles is leaving. For good if he has any say in it. He gave everything to them and received nothing in return, so who can blame him for wanting to leave and find his place in the world. Apparently? Everyone and their uncle.

WORDS: 108,584

CHAPTERS: 10/10

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek. (series) by  
DiscontentedWinter ***

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.It looks exactly like him.Well, this is awkward.

WORDS: 127,012

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE: Yes

RATED: Explicit

Home by TheTypewriterGirl ****

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

WORDS: 167,178

CHAPTERS: 18/18

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Angst, Character Death

So, @thepsychicclam posted this, and then this happened:

Stiles listened to the latest musicians that Derek had brought to court to play for him with a wide smile and a thankfully small amount of hand movements. They were, as all the artists that Derek presented to him with startling frequency and fervor were, wonderfully talented, and playing a piece that had been commissioned just for him.

Sometimes, Stiles thought that his husband’s gifts and ever increasing support of Stiles’ interests might mean that his own feelings of deep abiding love may be returned by his king, but in his more reasonable moments he knew his love was unreturned. Derek had always been a generous and attentive man, even as a child he would allow Stiles to choose their activities and humor him in his frequent schemes. When Stiles proposed that they sneak into the castle kitchens to steal some of their favorite cakes, Derek rolled his eyes fondly (“They’re my kitchens, Stiles! And yours as well!” “Yes, but we aren’t meant to be in there now, silly!”) and acquiesced with enthusiasm as they tiptoed around the halls and into the pantry.

The head cook had found them covered in icing and failing to contain their laughter.

Thinking of it now brings a warm glow to Stiles’ chest even as it sets off a cascade of similarly joyful memories of growing up as Derek’s best friend. They were so close that Stiles had never considered that he would marry anyone else, though when he was old enough to understand that he was in fact Derek’s intended, the betrothal sent a panic through him. How could he ever think that a union with a man he loved so deeply, but could only look upon him as a dear friend, would bring him anything but heartache?

In the end, Stiles had decided that life without romantic love but with Derek by his side was far better than life away from the man who reigned in his heart.

Sitting now, beside his husband, ensconced in ornately carved thrones with soft velvet cushions, Derek’s arm resting close enough to his own that he can feel the warmth radiating from him, seeing his friends in court smiling and enjoying the music created just for him, Stiles knows he’s exactly where he wants to be. Even Boyd and Isaac, their usually stoic guards appeared to be enjoying themselves, though each man was regarding their kings with indecipherable looks.

Stiles takes a deep breath and turns to his husband only to find Derek looking back at him, a smile curving his lips in a way that still makes Stiles’ heart flutter. He can feel his own grin widen in response as Derek’s eyebrows raise in question. “Are you pleased, my dear husband?”

Stiles’ heart stutters then gallops at the thoughts that assail him, all the ways he’d like to please his king, the oft imagined looks of pleasure he’d like to paint upon Derek’s beloved face. He must get lost in thinking about how Derek’s skin would feel beneath his hands, because Derek’s brow furrows in concern. “Stiles? Is something the matter?”

“No, my king,” Stiles hurries to reassure, “I was simply trying to decide how best to tell you how perfectly lovely this evening has been thus far.”

Derek’s smile is so bright it puts the castle’s chandeliers to shame, and Stiles feels an elated pride bubble in his chest.

“I am exceedingly happy to hear you say so,” Derek says genuinely, the radiant smile still in place and the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkling slightly. The way Derek looks at him then, his entire regard focused on Stiles and the force of his honest joy makes Stiles forget that they are a couple bound by duty and friendly affection. It makes him believe for a moment that they share a love that will inspire artists for decades.

It emboldens him, and he places his hand over Derek’s, suppressing a shiver when Derek moves ever so slightly so that his thumb can run lightly over the outside of his pinkie. “I am exceedingly happy that you are exceedingly happy,” Stiles teases.

After another long moment simply getting lost in watching one another, a particularly evocative piece of the song draws Stiles’ attention and he turns to see how those gathered to dance interpret it. He can feel Derek still watching him, and it turns his smile small and private as he ducks his head briefly. Derek’s hand is still warm and real under his own, and as the evening stretches into night, it remains there, tapping the occasional rhythm against Stiles’ hand, their fingers eventually entwining.

Neither dares acknowledge it, but neither do they pull away. When it is time to applaud, the lost contact is nearly unbearable. When their hands automatically settle back together, Stiles feels like he’s soaring.

anonymous asked:

Stiles as a professional cuddler who takes Derek on as a client? (With a side of mutual pining, Laura being a good older sister, and Noah being a good dad.)

*coughs* John…..John. (I AM SORRY, NONNIE. I CAN’T ABIDE BY CANON. I CANT.

I have to say, I really wish there were more fics out there that had this trope because I really, really love it. I think what I love most about it is because it’s all about Derek and his issues with trust and touch. I am very interested in the notion that Derek isn’t comfortable with people touching him after the fire because of what he went through with Kate but he is comfortable with paying someone to touch him because that leaves him in control. 

Laura is the one who suggests a professional cuddler because she knows her brother and Derek is either going to find himself very badly touch starved for years to come or he’s going to fall into another bad-touch sexual relationship out of some guilt ridden punishment trip. There is no in between with Derek. And so, she researches and finds Stiles. She likes him immediately because the people who leave reviews on his website all have one thing in common: that he loves to talk. Laura knows Derek isn’t much of a talker, especially these days, but she thinks it couldn’t hurt to have someone who isn’t afraid of communication, and possibly someone who might actually get Derek to talk back. Lord knows she’s tried to get Derek to talk; to her, to a therapist. Nothing has worked. But maybe this will. 

Derek is hesitant about Stiles - “what kind of name is Stiles anyway?” - but he has to admit, the idea of being held is….kind of nice. No sex. No complications. Just someone he pays to cuddle with him for an hour every week; a simple and smooth transaction that couldn’t possibly lead to anything bad. 

The problem first starts when he sees Stiles because, in one word, he’s gorgeous. Derek is kind of annoyed he doesn’t stop being gorgeous even when he half trips in the hallway and makes a lame cuddling joke, fishing a spoon out of his back pocket and with a truly impressive eyebrow waggle says, “wanna spoon?” Derek privately wonders if Stiles brought the spoon from home, if he opens with that joke with all his new clients, or if he stole the spoon from some coffee shop on the way over, struck by sudden inspiration. Derek is kind of frustrated when he finds himself hoping it’s the second one. 

Stiles is strangely anal about his job. He treats “cuddling procedures” like it’s BDSM, or something. He asks Derek at least thirty questions, only half of which Derek is able to answer without his cheeks colouring:

“Have you ever hired a professional cuddler before?” No.

“Being a werewolf - yes, I can tell you’re a werewolf, don’t look so surprised - would you prefer I didn’t wear any odours? Body spray, cologne, that sort of thing?” Clean. Just, uh, clean is good. 

Would you like me to make a playlist for us to cuddle to? Those are very popular.” No, that’s really not necessary.

How do you feel about versatile spooning options?” Oh. I, um….could you….I mean…..would you do the…..I just want….. “No problem, big guy.”

Their first session is a little awkward and he feels downright silly handing Stiles the money after, but he has to admit, he didn’t….dislike it. In fact, three hours later, he texts Stiles to book another session. By session four, Derek has gotten over his initial embarrassment and just learns to enjoy being held. Stiles talks about a lot of things, tracing his fingers over Derek’s arms, his face, his hands: he talks about why people need contact and why it’s not stupid or something to be made fun of; he talks about Star Wars and his dad; when he finds out Derek likes history, he spends their entire eighth session talking about the Trojan War - “I know it’s not real history. I was going to try and learn about an actual war for you but I got side tracked when I found out, like, half of The Iliad is about two dudes in love. How cool is that???” He then spends an extra forty minutes talking to Derek about queer censorship in history textbooks (somehow managing to work the history of the male circumcision in there). Derek wants to tell him the session is technically over, but for some reason (he’d really rather not confront) he stays quiet and lets Stiles’ voice wash over him, before falling asleep. (He later learns when Laura tried to pay him for the over-time, Stiles had blushed furiously and told her it was on him, before running out of the apartment and muttering something about “rules”.)

Session fifteen is when Derek realises Stiles is the most important person in his life, aside from Laura and Cora. And not only that, but it’s happening again: his heart is racing and his palms are sweating, and what’s worse? He’s daydreaming. Not many people know Derek is a daydreamer. Most people think he probably just sits and broods or occupies every waking hour either working out or reading. Even Laura teases him about it. Derek, however, is a big day dreamer. His romantic day dreams have changed over the years: when he first met Paige, he imagined her at his basket ball games and what prom night might be like; with Kate, he had silly fantasies of introducing her to his family, of teaching her about the full moon and opening up about his history. Derek knows day dreaming is dangerous. At least, for him. It’s always led to bad things. But he can’t help it, even now. 

Because with Stiles it’s different. 

When he day dreams about Stiles, he imagines holding his hand and what it might be like to bury his face in his neck, knowing Stiles would already know what that means because Stiles always knows. And not in some calculating, malicious way, like Kate. It’s a though Stiles files aspects of Derek’s life away like they are facts that might come in handy for a game of trivial pursuit. He plays out silly domestic fantasies in his head where he is trying to make them pancakes and Stiles starts a food war, covering them both in flour and jam. He imagines what it might be like to have Stiles hold him after sex and tell him he’s good, that he did good; imagines hearing Stiles say, “I’ll see you at home” and texting Derek lame jokes throughout the day until he does.   

When Stiles comes over for their 15th session, he’s a mess. He’s obviously been crying and Derek can’t tell why, but he smells strongly of roses. Stiles, like Derek, is pretty skilled at hiding his feelings but the moment he goes to lie down on the bed, he breaks. Derek doesn’t think he could stop crying, even if he wanted to, and even though he knows Stiles probably doesn’t want a client - because that’s what Derek is, a client - seeing him like this, he can’t help but lie down beside him and hold out his arms. Stiles shuffles towards him without even considering it, and Derek doesn’t  care he’s getting tears and snot all over his favourite Henley because the moment he brings a hand up and soothes it up and down Stiles’ back, Stiles melts into him. Utterly trusting. He says something about his mom. 

It’s the best and most painful feeling in the world and Derek is beyond grateful that Stiles isn’t a werewolf, can’t hear how hard his heart is beating or smell the jumble of emotions coursing through him. 

They lie like that for an hour, maybe, before Stiles starts to get restless. He tries apologising, offers Derek a session on the house, but Derek barely hears him, lost. Lost in a confusing bag of mixed emotions and instead of answering Stiles, says, “let’s order pizza”. 

The pizza comes within thirty minutes, and two hours later - half way through the third Harry Potter movie - Stiles leans in and kisses him. It lasts for twelve seconds - Derek doesn’t know why he counts - and when it’s over, Stiles pulls back, eyes wide, and yells something about Derek having the last slice of pizza, before running. Derek listens to him run all the way out of the apartment block and to his Jeep, lips tingling, heart sinking. 

They don’t see each other for four months. Stiles ignores all his phone calls and after a while, Derek gives up. He doesn’t stop day dreaming, though. He takes an almost masochistic pleasure in it - maybe it’s a form of self punishment, who knows. He doesn’t care if it doesn’t count as “growth”. He day dreams to the point that he isn’t sure if Stiles is a figment of his imagination when he shows up at his door soaking wet, like the ending of some cheesy romantic comedy. Derek would laugh at the bitter-sweetness of it; that is, until Stiles’ hands are on his face and he’s talking….and talking…..and talking. Talking about rules and professionalism and “never happened to me before”. He talks until Derek finds himself smiling. He talks until Derek finds his hands shaking, and finally, finally, until he can find it in him to put a finger to Stiles’ lips. 

“Shut up.”

Stiles does.

“If I asked you to kiss me again, would you want to?” 

Stiles swallows, takes a breath. “Depends, are you going to pay me for it?”

Derek raises an eyebrow for appearance sake, says, “only in more kisses”, and then blushes furiously because cheesy flirting is not a thing he does outside of his own head. Except, apparently now it is. And he plans to do much more of it, especially if it makes Stiles laugh like that again. Just….maybe not in public. God though, he loves hearing Stiles laugh. He wants to hear it all the time. Maybe he would risk the PDA. 

“Make a deal with me?” Stiles asks, closing the space between them, mapping out both of Derek’s eyebrows with a curious finger. He smiles, like he’s figured something out about him, just from that. “Buy me a milkshake every Saturday and let me hold your stupid hand during movies and you can have all the cuddling sessions you want for free.”

Derek pretends to consider this, takes Stiles’ free hand and playfully bites down. “Sounds like a good deal,” he whispers. 

Stiles grins. “Oh, I assure you, it is.” 

anonymous asked:

could you give me some frat boy sterek please? its one of my faves. thank you!!

Fratboy fics are my *crack*  -Emmy

Battle of the Bros by damnfancyscotch 

(2,044 I Teen I Complete)

The Alpha Tau house and the Beta Sigma house have been rivals since before Stiles was born.

—–

Or, a Frat AU with a prank war and cute boys.

The Beat Goes (On and On) by dansunedisco 

(2,096 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles takes a sip of his beer and scans the crowd. It’s wild tonight, but that’s nothing new for Alpha Delt. Jackson’s on DJ duty, which explains the shitty dubstep blasting through the speakers. Writhing, drunk bodies are packed in every corner, and the scent of weed hangs heavy in the stale air. He takes a sniff and sighs, disappointed. He was offered to take a hit off one of the many blunts making the rounds tonight, but he declined. All because Derek likes him to be (mostly) sober when they fuck, doesn’t like to mess around with consent on either end.

Not that Derek’s shown any interest in him tonight. Whatever.

Let’s Get It On by Stereksale7 

(2,385 I Explicit I Complete)

Some smut based off some real life smut

And Just Watch Us Burn by samanthahirr

(5,952 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles goes to a Halloween party on campus to blow off some steam after a stressful week of midterms. He doesn’t expect the party to be crashed by both a supernatural predator and Derek Hale.

Your First by Simone (fvckyourfandoms) 

(7,278 I Explicit I Complete)

It’s Stiles freshman year of college and he decides to rush a fraternity. He becomes Vice President Derek Hale’s favorite pledge and they end up much closer than expected.

or

A story in which Derek can’t keep his hands off of Stiles’ sweet, irresistible, virgin ass and fails at not feeling him up.

I’m all Strung Out, My Heart is Fried by twnkwlf

(10,627 I Explicit I Complete)

“He’s an 11, Stiles,” she says glancing toward Derek, who is a few meters away, saying hi to some people Stiles doesn’t know, and filling a red cup with beer. “That’s the kind of guy who ruins the scale for all men. The scale is broken. Now all you can do is stick out your ass and hope for the best.”

Lift Off by takeittothestars 

(12,904 I Mature I WIP)

For Rena’s gifset AU:
“In a world in which the Hales are alive and healthy, Derek grew up to be a very self-confident college student who enjoys living life to the fullest and not denying himself simple pleasures; like drinking with his fratboy buddies, playing sports, or, you know, gangly, awkward, sarcastic and nerd-tastic teenagers who catch his eye.”

Initiation Rights by asilentstreet 

(13,942 I Explicit I Complete)

The new Alpha Delta Chi pledge class is a bunch of worthless idiots.

Or

Derek gets suckered into staring in frat-porn not once, but twice.

Hale to the Chief by LadyLazarus 

(14,403 I Explicit I Complete)  *first son!Stiles, bodyguards

First Son Stiles Stilinski thought college back home in Beacon Hills would be the best thing ever.

That is, until he realized that he’d be stuck with Derek Hale as his roommate the entire year.

Fraternity Relations by Betabeacons 

(17,149 I Mature I Complete)

Stiles and Derek are presidents of rival Fraternities. When the Dean of the University asks them to work together they have to put aside their differences and get along for the good of their houses. They end up realising that first impressions can be misleading.

As We Become Men by secretfanboy 

(18,968 I Mature I Complete)  *nerd!derek, jock!stiles

The wildest frat on campus is the Kappa Beta house.   Sheltered nerd Derek Hale, who has always done what was expected of him, is excited just to get to see the inside of the building.  Once inside he meets man about campus Stiles Stilinski and his world is turned upside down.  Stiles is nothing like anyone Derek’s ever known and Derek finds himself doing things he never imagined he’d do.  

What is this power Stiles has over him?

And who is turning frat boys into werewolves?

It’s Called a Heart Boner by RemainNameless 

(26,784 I Mature I Complete)

In which everyone and everything ever in the history of the world is trying to ruin Derek’s life before he can finish his master’s, especially his evil twin sister, his weird ability to start relationships on accident, his best friend’s obsession with his sex life, people with dimples, his subsequent inability to end relationships, manipulative sorority queens, and oh yeah, that stupid drunk ass freshman he keeps running into.

OR

The five times Derek saves a very drunk Stiles and the one time Stiles saves him back.

I Might Be a Fool by prettylittlementirosa 

(35,375 I Explicit I Complete)

The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault. So when Derek let’s out what must be his hundredth long-suffering sigh, Stiles snaps.

(or the one that was supposed to be a GRΣΣK AU but is mostly just a study in the gratuitous and inconsistent use of punctuation)

A Year of Firsts by theycallmeBeebo 

(47,318 I Mature I WIP)

Freshmen year starts off with Stiles and Scott rooming together and moving in different directions.  Scott is excited to be joining a frat and Stiles is usually tagging along.  That starts to change once he meets the VP of Scott’s frat (Derek Hale) and doesnt mind going to the parties with Scott anymore.

Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 4

Characters: Derek Hale, Werewolf!Stiles, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Reader.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Derek and Isaac had moved in and you were up to your eyeballs in testosterone. Isaac was sleeping on the couch, Derek in the guest room. You miss your privacy.

You came home late one evening, you had errands to run. You went upstairs, wanting to crash in bed. You opened your door to find Derek in your bed.

“Oh, really?” You crossed your arms and looked at him.

“Isaac’s in my room. I had nowhere to go.”

“Why is Isaac in your room?” You raise an eyebrow.

“He brought some girl home, I don’t know.”

“Derek! Oh my God!” You slipped out the door and swung Derek’s door open. You walked in and leaned on the wall. Isaac looked up at you and groaned.

The girl looked at you blankly. “Can I help you?” She smarted off.

“You can actually. Get out.” You point to the door.

She nudges Isaac. “You’re going to let her talk to me like that?” He shrugs and she pouts.

“I said out. Now.” You slammed the door closed when she left and you looked at Isaac.

“What the hell?” He got off the bed and put his shirt back on.

“Don’t what the hell me, Lahey. Bringing a girl home? To my house?”

“We didn’t even do anything! We were just making out!”

“I don’t care. You still brought her here.”

Derek opened the door and stood behind you.

“This isn’t fair! Scott didn’t care about this stuff!”

You scoff, “Was Scott becoming your legal guardian? No? Then I don’t want to hear it. My house, my rules.”

Isaac huffs and pushes past you, storming down the stairs.

Derek high fives you. “That was good pack-parenting.”

You laugh. “I cannot believe you let him in here with a girl.”

“Sorry. That was bad pack-parenting. He’s done it before so I didn’t really think much of it.”

“He’s done it before? In your room? Derek…he needs his own room.” You sigh.

“I can sleep on the couch.” He shrugs.

“No, stay with me. It’ll be 100% nonsexual. You can handle that right?”

Derek smirks. “Of course I can.”

That day he moved all of his stuff in, you were now sharing a closet with a man who you’d just met. You’d kissed for maybe fifteen seconds, but you just met. “What side of the bed do you sleep on?” He turned and looked at you.

“In the middle…so pick whichever side you want.” You say, moving your clothes over in the closet.

Stiles has been in and out of the house all day. He’s decided that you and Derek are the only ones that can calm him down.

“Why is Jackson such a huge idiot?” He stormed in and sat on your bed.

“All right then..” You muttered before sitting beside him. “What’d he do now?”

“He said that I’ll never be as good of a werewolf as him, so when I got angry he laughed at me. He’s showing off for Lydia.” He grunts.

You roll your eyes. “I just talked to him about this..Stiles don’t let it get to you. If I’m being honest I think that he’s a little worried about you and Lydia. You’re stepping in on his lady, Stiles.” You nudge him and he laughs.

“I don’t mean to…I just can’t help it. She’s just..” He lays back on the bed and groans. “She’s so pretty and she’s got the greatest personality. I just don’t know how she can stand to be with him. He’s a dumb jock, that’s all he is. She’s too smart to be with him. I get her, I get her sense of humor and I get her smart little fun facts. I just really like her, y'know? I do everything I can not to screw up around her and Jackson always makes me look stupid.” He sighs.

Derek joins the two of you on the bed. “I know what you mean. Pretty girls are hard to get over.” He flicked his eyes over to you and smirked.

“Let me give you some advice. If you’re having trouble with Lydia just try being her friend. Don’t try to impress her, or show off, just be her friend. Go out on friend dates with her and Jackson, no matter how much it hurts because that’s going to show that you aren’t around just to get in her pants. It’ll show her you’re trustworthy.” Derek smiles at him.

“I never really have tried being her friend…” Stiles says quietly. He jumped off the bed quickly.

“So, quick question…”

“What?” You look up at him.

“When’s the next full moon?”

“Monday, why? Do you need us?”

Stiles nods, “Okay, thanks guys. I have to go be Lydia’s friend now.” He jogs out of the room and you look at Derek.

“Such a spaz.” He says under his breath and you smack his arm.

“Leave him alone.” You defend the younger boy.

“Fine. Sorry.” Derek throws his hands up on defense, a smile playing on his lips. “Let’s go out tonight.” He looks at you.

“I uh..where?” You stand up, pulling the hoodie you were wearing down.

“Let’s go to a club. You know, where we can drink and not have to worry about teenaged werewolves.” He laughs.

You snort, “That’d be great.”

“It’s a plan?” He asks you.

“It’s a plan.” You repeat, high fiving the much taller werewolf in front of you. You glance at the clock. “That means I should start getting ready. Can you call Isaac and talk to him? He probably won’t answer if I call. Just tell him what’s going on and that he gets his own room now.” You grab your makeup bag as Derek nods. You go to the bathroom, turning music on loudly. You go back to your room to pick a dress out before retreating back to the bathroom.

You finish getting ready and you head downstairs. You find Derek in a tight white button down shirt and dress pants. You feel your breath hitch when you see him. He smirks at you. “I talked to Isaac…are you ready?”

You nod, the both of you going out to his car. You arrive at the club, the line surprisingly short.

“You look drop dead gorgeous. I just thought I’d let you know.” He smirks down at you and you blush.

“You don’t look too bad either.”

You’re standing in line talking when you’re approached by a young girl. “Derek? You’re Derek Hale right?”

Derek turns and looks at her, nodding. “Can I help you?”

“You’re an alpha, right? You know what to do.”

“I’m not exactly sure what you’re asking me.”

“I-I’m pregnant. I think my water just broke. I need help.”

Your eyes go wide and Derek turns to look at you.

“I’m not Derek Hale but I can help you.” You say, stepping out of line. You take the young girls arm.

“I can’t go to the hospital. My mom doesn’t know I’m pregnant. I can’t go.”

Derek takes her other arm. “Let’s get her in the car.”

You help her into the backseat and sit with her. “Derek, take her back to the house.” You arrive at the house and you help her inside, setting her up in Isaac’s room. You take all the sheets off the bed and put a towel down over the mattress protector. You cover her up and sit beside her. Derek stands in the doorway, watching.

“How old are you, sweetie?” You press a cool rag to her head.

She groans, you can see her contracting. You take her hand and let her squeeze. She’s not talking through the contraction so you figure she must be close.

You stand at the edge of the bed. “Is it okay if I look?” She nods.

“I’m fourteen, by the way. I’m pretty sure the baby’s a werewolf too.”

You nod and look under her dress. “Derek, she’s crowning already.” Can you come in here and take her hand.

He nods and comes in, making conversation with the girl.

“Honey, what’s your name?”

“My name’s Brittany.”

“Okay, Brittany..I’m going to need you to push. Can you do that? I’m going to count down from ten and I need you to push while I count.”

She nods and squeezes Derek’s hand.

“1..2..3..push.” She begins pushing and you count down. This goes on for about twenty minutes. “Derek can you get me the blanket on the couch?” He nods and jogs downstairs.

“One more push, Brittany.” She pushes and you hold the baby as it comes out. “It’s a boy.” You smile.

Derek returns and you wrap the baby up. “I need scissors.” He grabs them from the bedside table and you cut the cord, careful not to cut too close.

You hand the boy to Brittany. She cries as she takes him. “Thank you so much. Thank you.”

“Can I get you anything?” You smile at her and she shakes her head.

“I’m okay. Thank you.”

“We’ll leave you be. We’re going to be downstairs if you need us.” She nods and you and Derek leave the rooms.

“So much for going out.” You look at him and he smirks.

“I still got to see you in this hot dress. I found it painstakingly sexy watching you deliver a baby in heels. You’re so badass.” He gives you a once over.

You push him playfully. “Shut up. I’m just doing what I have to.”

Isaac walks in the door and starts to go upstairs. “Ah..wait.” You holler.

“What?” He turns and looks at you.

“You don’t want to go in there. I’m not giving details just don’t go in there. You can sleep down here tonight.”

He groans and flops down on the couch. “Okay..”

You go to the kitchen and sit a bottle of wine on the counter, Derek smirking. “Yeah?” He asks.

“Oh yeah.” You nod and pour you both a glass. You hop up on the counter. “I just delivered a baby. I don’t how these things just casually happen to me.”

Derek laughs. “You get used to it. I was hoping we’d hang out more tonight but…”

“We’re hanging out now aren’t we?” You and give him a sly look.

You spend the rest of the night talking and laughing. You got to know each other better. You’d checked in on Brittany before going to bed but she was asleep.

You’re awoken at 6 a.m by screeching. You groan and get up. Is there a baby in the house? There’s a baby in the house. You walk across the hall to Isaac’s room to check on Brittany and the baby. When you open the door you only see the baby. You pick him up and cradle him. You yawn as he begins to calm down. You carry him to the bathroom to see if Brittany’s there. Nope. You go down to the kitchen to find a note. You read it and you panic. “Derek! Derek, come here!” You heard him get out of bed and come downstairs quickly. You must’ve woken Isaac too because he came shuffling into the kitchen.

Derek comes in looking like an adorable mess. He has no shirt on, just pajama pants and his hair’s sticking up everywhere. “What’s going on?”

You hand him the note. “Brittany left. She left the baby here. She said she doesn’t care what we do with him.” Derek’s eyes meet yours and you can smell the anxiety on him, the baby beginning to scream.

“I for one hate the kid already.”

“Isaac, shut up.” You and Derek say in unison. No one speaks for awhile. You and Derek just stare at each other, having a silent conversation.

Masterlist

So a lot of people have asked me if I have a masterlist so I have decided to make one!

The Flash imagines

Joe embarrasses you and Barry
Barry grieving over your death
Barry finding out you are a villain ½
Barry finding out you are a villain 2/2
Barry finding out you are a burlesque dancer
Being a villain and dating Barry
Barry finds out you are a meta human
Being a villain and helping Barry find Zoom
Having to choose between Barry or Pietro
Forming an alliance with Dr Wells
Barry over hears you confessing your feelings for him
You and Cisco being like partners in crime
Barry gets jealous of Earth 2 Barry flirting with you
Fighting alongside The Flash and your mask falls off 
Earth 2 you is friends with Killer Frost and Deathstorm
Barry realises his feelings for you after you kiss Earth 2 Barry
Using your meta human powers against The Flash which turns Killer Frost on
Going to Earth 2 and Killer Frost is shocked to see you
Making plans with your boyfriend Wells to take down The Flash
Celebrating your birthday with Team Flash
Going on a secret date with Zoom
Team Flash and Snart babysitting you 
Snart finding out you are an experiment 
Team Flash and Snart are worried when you get kidnapped
Dating Wells and Barry tells you he’s the reverse flash
Telling Wells you know he’s the reverse flash

BBC Merlin imagines

Arthur watching you leave Camelot
Taking over Camelot with Morgana
Merlin knowing that you wouldn’t leave  Camelot without him
Merlin waking you up after a night drinking with Gwaine
Being Arthur’s cousin and the knights of Camelot flirt with you
Dancing with Merlin at a ball
Arthur finding out you are a princess and warrior of your kingdom
Your brother Arthur teasing Merlin about his crush on you (Part 1)
Your brother Arthur teasing Merlin about his crush on you (Part 2)
Watching Arthur fall in love with another woman
Seeing Merlin and Freya kiss (Part 1)
Seeing Merlin and Freya kiss (Part 2)

Harry Potter imagines

Standing up for Hermione when Draco picks on her
Draco sees you with another guy after you two broke up
Being Fred and George’s triplet and shocking Oliver with how you feel about him
James telling you that he isn’t like the other guys
George regrets leaving you

Teen Wolf imagines

Liam practising flirting on you
Stiles finding out Theo hit Lydia
Sheriff Stilinski being happy you and Stiles are back together
Liam getting jealous of your ex boyfriend Isaac
Lydia seeing you die in her dreams
Phoning your sister Allison’s phone because you miss her
Stiles wants you by his side at the hospital instead of Malia
Telling Scott you’re leaving Beacon Hills
Stiles taking taking somewhere for your birthday
Stiles asking Derek to come back
Derek comes back to kick Theo’s ass
Going on your first date with Theo
Theo came back to Beacon Hills not only for the park but also for you
Having a motherly instinct towards Liam
The dread doctors bringing your friends back to life
First kiss with Theo
Lydia finding out you have a crush on her
Malia is jealous of you and Lydia hanging out
Having a comeback to all of Liam’s pick up lines
Derek blaming himself when you got hurt
How the Season 5 trailer should’ve ended
Being the first to meet Void  Stiles
Isaac being your older brother
Finding out your friends Stiles and Lydia are together
Stiles confessing his love to you
Being pack mom and comforting Liam
Going to save Lydia from Eichen House
The Dread Doctors bringing you back from the dead and you see Stiles
You and Derek comforting Liam because you are the pack mom
Scott and Stiles realising that their fighting is hurting you
Convincing Derek to come to the pack’s graduation
This song describe’s yours and Liam’s relationship
You and Lydia catch Stiles and Jackson making a bet about you
Liam trying to get you to take a break from studying
The pack being overprotective when you (a siren) have a date
Isaac coming back from France because you need his help
Lydia looking for you after she escaped Eichen
Stiles hearing your voice after you decide to come back from France to save Lydia
Getting captured by the Dread Doctors while saving Lydia
Trying to calm Liam down with Scott and Stiles
Dating Liam and Scott and your grandmother Araya don’t approve
The pack’s reaction to your (Araya’s granddaughter) fighting skills
Stiles meeting your sister Max Black
You and the pack have to help save Void!Stydia
Stiles video chatting you

Disney Descendants imagines

Mal being mean to you and you confront her
Evie having a girl crush on you
Meeting your brother Ben for the first time and you are a grew up on the Isle of the Lost
Jay and Carlos fighting for your attention
Being Evie’s best friend and Mad Hatter’s daughter
Mal finding out you are Merida’s daughter
Game of Thrones imagines
Jojen finds out the Lannisters killed your family
Daenerys finds out you are the lost Targaryen
Being betrothed to Robb Stark but Joffrey wants you to marry him instead
Meeting your friend Arya and finding out she is blind
Having a fight with Robb about telling everyone you’re together

Shadowhunters imagines

Being Izzy’s parabati and secretly dating Alec
Having your first kiss with Alec
Jealous Alec
Fighting on a mission with your parabati Izzy
Making out with Alec and Jace and Izzy interrupt you
Being Clary’s best friend and meeting Simon
Alec falling in love with you when he first sees you
Telling Malec how frustrated that they’re not together
Males taking care of you on a bad mental health day

The Originals imagines

Not being intimidated by Klaus
Teasing Klaus and you think you’ve hurt him (Part 1)
Teasing Klaus and you think you’ve hurt him (Part 2)
Rebekah getting you to turn you’re humanity back on
Klaus comforting you after Katherine dies

The Walking Dead imagines

Meeting Carl after you defend yourself

Supernatural imagines

Dean is your date to your sister’s wedding
Being Scottish just like Rowena
Dancing with Castiel and the Winchesters laugh at you
Commenting on Dean and Cas’ “intense staring”
Dying in Sam’s arms
Having a stand off with Dean
Dean being overprotective when you go to a bar
Fighting with Dean when you reunite with Team Free Will after a year
Meeting Teen! Dean in a police station
Finding a way for Teen! Dean to sneak out and go to the dance with you
Teen!Dean finding it cute when you blush at his compliments
Being a hunter and thinking Dean and Sam are cosplaying as the book characters
Seeing the Winchesters a year after you left them
Being in a coma and the Winchester’s blame theirselves

Agents of Shield imagines

Getting Ward to admit he still loves Daisy
Daisy visiting you in hospital
Accidently confessing that you think Lincoln is cute
Being happy Fitz is going to dinner with Simmons
Being drunk and telling Agent May you think her glare is sexy
Going to a bar with Simmons
You find out Skye used to be a singer
Realizing that Fitz has an obsession with monkeys
Turning against S.H.I.E.L.D. after Coulson killed Ward
Fitz being in love with you but knows May is protective of you

The Vampire Diaries imagines

Telling Stefan you are leaving Mystic Falls

Marvel imagines

Choosing Tony’s side over your boyfriend Steve
Choosing between your best friends Tony and Steve
Saving your best friend Rocket
Having a dance off with Peter Quill
Helping Bucky with remember his past
Teasing Thor about Steve moving Mjolnir
Being old friends with the Maximoff Twins
Being Tony’s sister and flirting Steve which annoys Tony
Tony saying he loves you at yours and Steve’s engagement party
Tony letting go of his playboy attitude around you
Tony getting flustered when you compliment him
Meeting with Natasha for a mission and she flirts with you
Your dad Tony being overprotective
Tony and Steve stop fighting because you are dying
Meeting Spiderman and you fall in love instantly
Scott finding out you are Luis’ girlfriend
Being Peter’s older sibling and falling for Bucky
Kurt and Dave teasing you for your crush on Luis
Scott introducing you to Kurt, Dave and Luis
Kurt, Dave and Luis comforting you after a bad date
Scott trying to get you with Luis
Kurt having a crush on you
Erik Lensherr hitting on you
Kurt carries you upstairs after a heist
Luis, Dave and Scott trying to get you and Kurt together
Falling asleep on Kurt’s shoulder

Gotham

Telling Jerome you’re sick of working for Galavan
Jerome being confident that you’ll be his even though you reject him

Suicide Squad

Being recruited to be part of the Suicide Squad
Meeting Harley Quinn
Going to a party with Harley
Being partners in crime with Harley
El Diablo seeing you walk down the aisle
Teasing Deadshot with your best friend Harley
Flirting with Rick Flag
Teasing Rick Flag
Harley asking you to join the suicide squad
Flirting with El Diablo
El Diablo having a crush on you
Telling Joker that you know he lied about Jason’s death
El Diablo getting protective when you get teased
El Diablo and Joker likes you
El Diablo finding out you’re a maid
El Diablo catching you checking him out
Being a klutz in front of the Suicide Squad
Singing with El Diablo and he catches on fire
Captain Boomergang trying to court you
Joker making you blush
Being El Diablo’s playboy bunny
Harley interrupting you and Diablo’s romantic moment
El Diablo being protective of you
Being Batman’s sister and Harley loves you
Taking a bullet for El Diablo
Batman catching you and Joker making out
El Diablo hearing your name when being tortured
Flirting with Harley whenever you see her
The Squad’s reaction to you being immortal
Long Rick Flag imagine
Harley flirting with Female!Cop

Batman V Superman

Lex convincing you to work for him by telling you how important you are (Part 1)
Clark finding out you are a villain in Gotham
Refusing to help Batman until he mentions your ex Jason Todd
Clark putting up with you when you’re on a sugar high
Lex convincing you to work for him by telling you how important you are (Part 2)
Lex becoming obsessive when he first meets you
Lex gets jealous when he sees you dancing with another guy
Lex taking you to dinner and you reject his kiss
Lex kissing you because you had a great idea for his experiment
Sacrificing yourself to save Superman and your sister Wonder Woman sees you die
Nursing Lex back to health because an experiment went wrong
Being a villain and always flirting with Superman
Lex taking you to dinner to relax


DC imagines

Jamie Reyes taking you out to dinner
Laurel Lance asking you out during a mission
Snart saving you from your kidnappers
Snart finding out you are his half sister
Your brother Snart and LOT Team visiting you


Youtube imagines

Being Zoe’s best friend and Joe’s crush
Hilly and Hannah missing you
Cosplay video with Capndesdes
Joe being angry that you agreed to a date with Caspar
Being best friends with Zoe
Dan knows you saw the finale of Doctor Who without him
Joe misses you after you break up
Dan trying to tell you how he feels
Dan finding a Sherlock gif on your tumblr
Being Phil’s sister and dating Dan
Dan finding out you read Phan fanfics
Having sexual tension on Trial to Oregon with Joey
Markiplier hitting on you during a let’s play

The Maze Runner/Cast imagines

Newt being heartbroken when he sees you with Thomas
Thomas saving you from Cranks
Minho saves you
Thomas telling you he saw Newt as a crank
Thomas (Sangster) showing up on your wedding day
Your sister Teresa finds out you are dating Thomas
First kiss with Thomas
Newt thinking you’re dead but he finds you in The Paradise
You and Newt had a fight
Being worried about Teresa
Thomas finding out you survived the Maze
Being in the Scorch with the gladers
Newt gets jealous of you and Thomas
Thomas and Newt fighting over you
Minho being jealous when he sees you with another guy
Seeing Minho after you got stuck in the maze for the night
Newt’s face being the last face you see before the Maze door close
Minho beats up Rat Man because he hurt you
You and Teresa make a promise to have each other’s backs
Thomas letting how he feels about slip infront of your boyfriend Dylan
Recognising Thomas when you first see him

Sherlock imagines

Sherlock ruining a murder/mystery tv show for you
Sherlock asking you to get his skull back for him
Sherlock pranking you
Helping your brother Sherlock on a case which annoys Mycroft

Hunger Games imagines

Saving Finnick from the mutts
You blame yourself for Prim’s death
Finnick feeling numb when you die in his arms
Being in love with Finnick and watching him get married

Doctor Who imagines

Stealing the Doctor’s sonic sunglasses
Being Human Ten and Rose’s daughter
Sassy relationship with the 10th Doctor
11th Doctor gets jealous
Not liking Danny Pink because he insults the Doctor
Being the Doctor’s date to Amy an Rory’s wedding
The 11th Doctor staring at you
The 10th Doctor saves you from a boring day at work
Clara hearing you tell the Doctor that you love her
Clara getting jealous when Rory flirts with you
The Doctor walking in on you and Clara kissing

Snart/Rookie!Reader

Bumping into Snart and he flirts with you
Going undercover at a party
Snart saving you when an arrest goes wrong
Snart asking you to help him
Realizing how Snart feels for you
Snart teasing you
Snart getting jealous
Realizing your feelings for Snart
Snart telling you he has to leave town for a while

Crossovers

Being a hybrid in Scott’s pack and your friends Izzy and Clary visit
Clark getting jealous of your friendship with Captain America
Team Flash find out you’re dating Peter Parker
Bucky helping you make Deadpool jealous

AUs

The Pack goes to Senior Prom Part 1
The Pack goes to Senior Prom Part 2

Dating Includes

Dating Gally includes
Dating Alby includes
Dating Minho includes
Dating Newt includes

Hot Potato

This is for everyone in the awesome Sterek writing group 4. And especially to @seanconneraille  whose initial prompt: Potato, led to this ridiculousness. Seriously. There were tons of awesome prompts, but the heart wants what it wants.  Also a special shout out to @artemis69 who said they should plant the potato. I wrote this in about half an hour and it’s completely unbetaed. So all mistakes are mine. A cleaned up version is now on AO3

They’ve been together about three years now, living together for one, and Stiles thinks they’re  okay. He has a job as a freelance programmer, which involves a little bit of travelling, and a lot of working from home in his underpants, only putting a shirt on for skype calls. Derek is a history teacher at Beacon Hills High School, which should not be as hot as it is. Fortunately it turns out that Stiles finds 28yr old teacher!Derek with sweater vests and  blazers with elbow patches even more attractive than the leather wearing Alpha!werewolf badass that first caught his eye in the preserve all those years ago.

The thing is, Derek doesn’t need to be a badass anymore, at least, not in the way he used to. The Nemeton has been dealt with, and the pack is flourishing, Beacon Hills is no longer a hell hole and so now he’s a badass in other, more subtle ways. He’s a badass gardner, who has lovingly nurtured a little plot of fruits and vegetables in their backyard. Then there are his badass knitting skills, (he made Stiles a kickass pair of mittens last winter) and don’t get Stiles started on the cooking, okay? No. Really. Don’t get him started. The cooking isn’t actually that great, Stiles does all the cooking, but Derek can mix a mean cocktail, which means their powers combined result in some truly awesome, if slightly blurry, mealtime memories.

Anyway, it isn’t often that Stiles is forced to work the weekend, but today the shit has hit the fan, and he doesn’t have any other choice. When Derek gets home on Friday evening, wearing the blue sweater vest that brings out his eyes and the charcoal blazer with the elbow patches, Stiles can only stare up at him from his desk tragically and mourn the loss of what could have been.

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It’s not that he doesn’t love Lydia. Of course he loves Lydia. He’s always loved her; been infatuated with her; fascinated with the idea of her. That never really went away. It just changed; grew deeper and more complex with everything that they had experienced.

It’s just that after she drives him to college and leaves him with a lingering kiss and a promise that she’d see him soon, things feel different.

So much has happened since that night he dragged Scott into the woods to look for the body of Laura Hale. So much has happened that he doesn’t really feel like he fits into his own life. He tries to ignore it; to pretend that everything is okay; but after the Ghost Riders, he realises he can’t pretend anymore.

It might be the fact that he was stuck waiting in the train station with Peter Hale but he’s been thinking about Derek. He’s been thinking about Derek a lot, thinking that if anyone understands what it’s like to feel like you don’t fit into your own life, it would be Derek.

One night, after a few too many beers, he texts Derek. He doesn’t expect a response, sure that Derek has changed his number many, many times since he left Beacon Hills without so much as a goodbye. Hell, who knows if Derek even has a phone anymore? It’s not like he was good at texting even when he had some semblance of a pack, of people that maybe, sort of cared about him.

I don’t feel like I’m me anymore. Feels like I’m trying really hard to be the same but it just seems hollow.

He doesn’t get a response but it doesn’t really bother him. He wasn’t expecting one anyway. He’s stopped expecting things from people. He’s stopped expecting a lot of things. That voice in the back of his head tells him that he stopped expecting things from Derek when he left without saying goodbye, like hours in a pool meant absolutely nothing, like Stiles meant absolutely nothing.

So yeah, he wasn’t expecting a reply. He just wanted to say the words.




After that, it kind of becomes a thing.

It doesn’t happen all the time. During the day, Stiles manages just fine. He has classes and assignments and even a couple of tentative friends who he’ll grab a coffee with every now and then.

It’s a different story at night though. He tosses and turns for hours, terrified that if he falls asleep, he’ll disappear again and that no one will bring him back. Those endless days in the train station plague his thoughts and he just can’t seem to escape them. It feels like he’s running through those tunnels again, only to end up exactly where he started.

So he tells Derek everything. He pours out the whole story, explains the terror he felt when he knew that he would be taken; when people looked him dead in the eye and had no idea who he was. He explains the frustration he felt when Peter was the only one he could rely on; the bitter disappointment when Peter left and he was all alone. He tells Derek everything and it feels like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff, just screaming into the empty nothingness. The words are out there and even if Derek never replies, it’s better to have written them than to have done nothing. It’s ever so slightly relieved the feeling of slowly choking on the terror.

He ends his text message like this: sometimes I think I’ll disappear again and no one will come looking.

And then his phone beeps.

I would.

That’s it. Two words and Stiles feels like he can breathe again. Someone would come looking for him.

It’s not like those two words opened a floodgate of communication but Derek does occasionally reply.

When I do sleep, I see Allison dying. I wonder if Scott blames me. I blame me.

If I had been a better Alpha, Erica and Boyd would have stayed. No one blamed me for that, just like no one blames you for Allison.

Do you think I’ll ever stop blaming myself?

I’m not the right person to ask about blame.

 



Found handcuffs in my roommate’s closet. Think he uses them for community safety on full moons or he’s just really into 50 Shades of Grey?

Stiles, it’s far more likely that your roommate is an aspiring Mr. Grey than a werewolf. Put them back where you found them. It’s rude to snoop.

Omfg I can’t believe you know what 50 Shades of Grey is!

Everyone knows what 50 Shades of Grey is.

You aren’t everyone though! I didn’t know that you read books. Or watched movies. Or had any knowledge of pop culture.

Derek doesn’t text back. Instead, he gets sent a photo of a bookshelf. It’s so full that Stiles is genuinely impressed; it doesn’t look like even one more title could be added to that collection. He doesn’t know why but he finds himself feeling kind of sad that he didn’t know this about Derek whilst he was living in Beacon Hills. Stiles tries not to dwell on the feeling but he knows himself well enough to know that he’s feeling guilty.

He knows what it’s like to wonder if anyone would care enough to come looking if he disappeared. He imagines that’s how Derek felt after his family died and Stiles didn’t do anything to make him think otherwise.  

He doesn’t text back.



It’s the night of the full moon and Stiles feels strange, like something is missing. He was invited to a party or two but declined, pretending that he had an assignment he really needed to finish. He’s weeks ahead of his course work but he doesn’t want to go out tonight. He knows his friends back in Beacon Hills are going to be okay without him; knows that it’s a good thing that he hasn’t heard from them; but it stings a little.

He doesn’t like feeling so replaceable.

He sends Lydia a text message, asking how everything is going. He doesn’t want them to be in danger; doesn’t want them to struggle without him; but it would be nice if they noticed his absence. He’s hoping that Lydia will tell him that they’re okay but that they miss him.

She doesn’t reply straight away and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He can see the moon out of his dorm room window. He snaps a picture and sends it to Derek without thinking. Never thought I’d miss chaining Scott to a radiator, he captions the photo. He thinks he means for it to be a joke but even to his own eyes, the words seem flat on his screen. He sends them anyway. It’s not like he’s been censoring himself recently, not around Derek anyway.

On my first full moon alone, I howled at the moon, hoping that someone would answer. It’s lonely without pack.

I’m not really pack though, he responds. It’s easier than acknowledging the fact that Derek’s family burned to death in their family home; that crazy Uncle Peter tore his sister into pieces; that his only remaining family are either certifiably insane or residing with a pack in South America.

It’s okay to miss being needed.

I don’t know if they ever really needed me.

Derek texts back a photo of a pool.

A quick internet search confirms that it’s just a stock photo from Google but his heart races anyway. He remembers diving into the pool and holding Derek afloat; how terrified he had been that they would both drown; that his dad would find his body and drink himself into an early grave.

He hadn’t cared about Derek then, not really, not the way he cared about him now. He had held Derek afloat because it was the right thing to do and because he was selfish. He knew that if he and his friends had any chance of surviving this, they would need Derek.

Near death experiences don’t count as being needed.

This time Derek is the one who doesn’t reply. It’s fair enough, really. Stiles wouldn’t really know what to say to that either.



When he wakes up in the morning, he has three unread messages.

Lydia tells him that all is well in Beacon Hills and tells him to check his email because she’s edited his latest essay. He tells Lydia thanks and tries to ignore the flicker of disappointment in his chest.

It counts as being needed. You weren’t just kept around because you were better than nothing. You’re an asset, Stiles. You’re smart, yet somehow stupid enough to throw yourself into danger without thinking twice. Underneath that unrelenting sarcasm and attitude, you care a hell of a lot. If it wasn’t for Scott, his attitude towards me and some of his questionable decisions, I’d have asked you to join my pack.

A second message, sent about an hour later, reads tell anyone and I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth.

He can’t help but laugh.



Lydia asks Stiles if he’s coming back to Beacon Hills for break. It had always been his plan to spend break at home, to fall back into things like he had never really left. He goes to reply, to tell Lydia that he’ll leave after his last classon Thursday, but he finds himself lying.

Sorry Lydia, totally broke. Can’t afford flights and I don’t think the Jeep would survive the drive. Maybe you could come here instead?

I can’t. It’s all hands on deck here.

She doesn’t elaborate. More noticeably, she doesn’t offer any financial assistance. Whilst he would turn it down, the Martins are one of the richest families in Beacon Hills and Lydia is generous with her money. If she cares about someone, she shows it with material gestures. He hasn’t seen Lydia in months; since she drove up to college with him. Shouldn’t she want to see him? Shouldn’t he be moving mountains to see her? This is Lydia, after all. He’s been in love with her for as long as he can remember.

All he knows is that something doesn’t feel right here. There’s a gentle hum of disappointment under his skin but when he examines it, he finds that it seems to be related to the fact that he didn’t know Beacon Hills was facing another threat. It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with the fact that he’s not going to be seeing Lydia this break. He doesn’t know much about relationships but he knows that she’s supposed to offer and he’s supposed to care.

His fingers hover uncertainly over his phone, not quite sure what to say. He can’t actually remember the last time he properly spoke to Lydia. They text a few times a week, when he has time between class and she’s not busy with pack business. He scrolls back through the conversation and he’s struck by how superficial it seems. He can’t even remember the last time that they spoke on the phone. They agreed to have weekly Face Time calls but after their plans fell through three times in a row, they stopped making arrangements.

In the end, he sends back a simple good luck. He needs more time to analyse before he says anything more.



He manages to fall asleep before 3am, which is no small feat these days. He dreams of his mum, of her body on the kitchen floor and his tears marking her face as he cries down the phone, begging for an ambulance. He dreams of her body on a cool metal table in the morgue, of his father having to identify the body because his mum was sick and Stiles couldn’t get the ambulance quick enough to save her.

He dreams of Peter offering him the bite but this time he accepts it, sick and tired of being the weak, defenseless human. He can feel the pain, can feel fire coursing through his veins, and he knows that the bite isn’t taking. He isn’t strong enough to survive the bite so he’s going to die, all alone on the cold, hard concrete.

He dreams of the pool, of Derek growing heavier and heavier. “It’s okay”, Derek whispers, as Stiles has no choice but to let go. He watches Derek’s paralysed body sinking to the bottom of the pool, his lungs burning as they fill with water, and he cannot do anything.

He sees Erica standing on his front porch, smiling at him. He relaxes. Maybe this is a nice dream. Erica is alive and happy, which is how things should be. He tentatively smiles back, lifts a hand in greeting. Her smile grows wider, showing bloody teeth, and he reels back. Blood keeps dripping, gushing out of her mouth, until she keels over on his welcome mat. He doubles over and vomits on his front lawn.

He dreams of Gerard. He manages to get free, trips as he tries to run up the stairs and escape the basement. Gerald just laughs as he slowly walks up the stairs and takes hold of his leg. He screams as Gerard drags him back down the stairs, knowing exactly what fate awaits him there.

He dreams of motel car parks and road flares, of Scott going up in flames because Stiles isn’t enough to save him; because Stiles has never been enough. He says all the right words but Scott just scoffs and tells him that he wishes he had never met him, that his life would have been so much better without Stiles, that it was Stiles’ fault they were in the woods that night. Scott tells him that everything has always been his fault, then drops the road flare and the whole car park burns a fierce red.

He dreams of the Nogitsune, of the darkness. He pushes the blade into Allison’s stomach, hears Lydia’s screams reverberating off the tunnel walls. He wants to take it back, to do something, to save the girl his best friend loved; to save the girl he once considered a friend. He can’t do anything though; he’s not strong enough to fight the darkness.

He dreams of the Ghost Riders, of endless days and nights waiting for someone to remember him, of thinking that maybe it would be better for everyone if he didn’t come back. Easier, maybe. He dreams that he comes back and his dad’s face contorts into something unrecognisable, twisted by anger and grief; the regret of choosing to remember his son at the cost of losing his wife all over again.

He awakes suddenly, covered in sweat and gasping for air. He doesn’t think, just grabs his phone and dials the only person he thinks will understand.


It doesn’t matter that it’s nearly 4am. Derek answers the phone after the second ring and god, Stiles has missed his voice. He didn’t realise just how much until he hears it again.

“Stiles?”

Months ago, Derek texted I would and Stiles felt like he could breathe again. Now, Derek has said his name and he feels grounded again, like his feet are back on the ground.

“Bad dream”, he answers. “Sorry for waking you”. He knows Derek wasn’t asleep but it’s the polite thing to say.

Derek doesn’t say anything. Years ago, back when they first met, Stiles interpreted the silence as frustration, like Derek was purposely not fulfilling his role in the conversation so that Stiles would get the hint and shut up. After a while, Stiles started to think that Derek was silent because he was socially awkward and just didn’t really know how to participate in a conversation. After all, he had been alone for a long time.

Derek’s silence seems different now, though, like he’s giving Stiles a chance to process his thoughts and decide where he needs to begin.

“Why did you leave without saying goodbye?” he asks, acknowledging for the first time that he was bothered by it.

“I didn’t think anyone would really care”, Derek says, like it’s that simple. In Derek’s eyes, it probably was that simple.

“I did”. He pauses and the silence stretches between them for a few more seconds as Derek allows Stiles to collect his thoughts. “I was the one who realised you were gone. I went to the loft after school and the place was empty. I don’t have werewolf senses so I couldn’t just track you down… I drove around for hours looking for you. I was fucking terrified that you had been taken by someone or something but then I found Peter at that stupid abandoned train cart you used to live in. He told me that you had gone and that you didn’t want to be found. That fucking stung, by the way. You said goodbye to Peter but not to me”.

“He’s family”. Again, his words are spoken like it’s just that simple.

“Blood isn’t always thicker than water, Derek! Peter is a fucking lunatic, alright? He killed Laura! That’s unforgivable! I know I’m just some stupid, spastic teenager and that you’d happily rip my throat out with your teeth if it wouldn’t stain your upholstery but I deserved a fucking goodbye”.

It’s not until he says the words aloud that he realises how angry he is. He cares about Derek. He has done for a long time now. He trusts Derek in a way that he doesn’t trust anyone else and that’s not a recent thing. The reason he feels comfortable enough texting Derek all his deepest, darkest thoughts isn’t just because he thinks Derek will understand. It’s because he trusts Derek. Quiet, angry, hurting Derek who proved himself time and time again; who proved that despite all his faults, he would show up when it counted; would save and protect Stiles no matter what. He thought that maybe, just maybe, Derek trusted him too; that maybe Derek cared just a little bit; but then he left without so much as a goodbye or a forwarding address.

Stiles doesn’t know what else to say so he hangs up.

I should have said goodbye.

I wanted to but I wasn’t sure you would care.

Actually, that’s a lie. I think I knew that you, out of all people, would understand why I was leaving. I think I was just trying to avoid an honest conversation that I wasn’t ready for.

I’m sorry.

Thank you.



He doesn’t text Derek for about a week. He tells himself that it’s because he needs to invest more time into his studies and into his relationship with Lydia but he knows that’s a lie borne out of self-preservation.

In all honesty, he’s scared.

He hasn’t been scared of Derek for a long time. He’s been scared for Derek and whilst around Derek, both of which are common feelings considering Derek seems to have an annoyingly persistent habit of getting into life threatening danger.

He’s scared now though because Derek can be awfully perceptive when he wants to be. Derek also happens to understand him more than most other people these days, which is why Stiles has been messaging him in the first place. If Derek was really listening – and Stiles thinks that he was – then he’s revealed just a little bit too much about his feelings.

Stiles has always found Derek attractive. Even when Derek was threatening to rip his throat out or pushing his head into a steering wheel, he’s been very aware that Derek is more attractive than most people in Beacon Hills combined. Stiles has eyes after all. He’s sure that Derek is aware of it; that he’s smelt the arousal that seems to follow Stiles everywhere he goes, particularly where Derek is involved. Derek, to his credit, has politely ignored the attraction rather than acknowledging it and causing never ending humiliation.

Somewhere along the way, things shifted. The more time Stiles spent around Derek, the more he realised that Derek wasn’t just a pretty face. He had been through hell and somehow still survived but it was more than that. Weaker men would have crumbled if they had gone through half as much pain as Derek but he came through it all and somehow, he still cared about people. He turned Isaac, Erica and Boyd because he was lonely but also because he thought he was giving them a better life. He showed up, time and time again, even when he didn’t have to. Even though he said that he didn’t, he knew that Derek trusted him. Derek’s actions spoke far louder than his words and somewhere along the way, Stiles had proven himself to Derek. The threats and the violence had been replaced with an understanding that they had each other’s backs.

When he went to Derek’s apartment and found it empty, he had realised. Things had just clicked into place and he knew that his physical attraction to Derek had grown into something deeper and stronger. It was a secret that Stiles had intended to take to his grave. He had shoved it into the far corners of his mind and pretended that he wasn’t bothered by Derek’s absence; he had dated Malia and then Lydia and acted like everything was fine.

He had never talked about it so when those words tumbled out of his mouth, the anger and the frustration and the hurt feelings were still so fresh. Derek is smart enough to put the pieces together and realise that there’s something more there, at least on Stiles’ end.

So yeah, he’s scared. He’s not scared that Derek won’t reciprocate his feelings because he already knows that Derek doesn’t feel the same. He’s terrified that he’ll lose Derek completely and he doesn’t know how he’ll be able to handle it.

It’s pathetic but he’s felt more human over the last few months than he has since Derek left. He isn’t ready to lose that.





He and Lydia break up during the week that he’s ignoring Derek.

They manage to have a Face Time conversation and about three minutes in, she tells him he looks like complete crap. He tells her that he’s struggling with the distance, that after everything, he just isn’t ready to come back to Beacon Hills and she’s far too valuable to travel to him and leave the town unprotected.

Lydia doesn’t even look surprised and she’s polite enough not to call him on his bullshit.

“It’s better that we end it now. I’ve received an early acceptance to the University of Cambridge so in the near future, we’ll be on different continents”, she says in agreement.

There’s a lot left unsaid. They’re both aware that Stiles is no longer the same person he was in third grade, when he decided that he was going to be in love with Lydia Martin forever. They’ve both lost people and gone through more trauma than most people see in a lifetime. Rather than growing together, they grew apart. Stiles knows that a lot of the responsibility for that rests on his shoulders; that he should have worked through his issues with Lydia, that he should have trusted her with the burden he was carrying.

He was just so in love with the idea of Lydia; so desperate to have the perfect relationship that he had been dreaming of for years that he refused to share his darkness out of fear that it would taint everything.

He ignores the voice telling him that Derek Hale has already seen him at his worst and seems to tolerate him regardless.




For someone who once thought that Lydia Martin shined brighter than the sun, he’s remarkably okay with their breakup.

Scott texts him for the first time in weeks, a simple

heard the news. Hope you’re okay.

He replies with a smiley face. He doesn’t think there’s much else to say. He and Scott will always be brothers but they’re living different lives now.

After a particularly sleepless night, he texts Derek. He figures that if Derek was going to make a scene over Stiles’ little crush, he would have done it already.

Would your arm have grown back?

Do you think about that a lot?

I’ve done a lot of research and can’t seem to find the answer.                       

We aren’t related to starfish. I’m 99% sure I’d have ended up with a stump.



He gets to know Derek a lot better over text.

Breaking Bad or Walking Dead?

Is that even a question, bitch?

Summer or winter?

Winter. I remember learning how to snowboard when I was younger. My family had a lodge.

Favourite Harry Potter character?

George Weasley or Sirius Black. Ten minutes later, his iPhone indicates that Derek is still typing a message. It’s worth the wait when Derek practically sends an essay about why he likes each character. That leads to a three hour phone call about why Severus Snape is a bad person. Stiles falls asleep while Derek is ranting about the scene in the movie where Severus steps over James Potter’s dead body to see Lily.

The fact that Derek’s a secret Harry Potter fanatic makes him way happier than he should be.



Late at night, their text messages grow more serious.

Worst relationship?

I don’t think I’ve had any truly terrible relationships. I haven’t really been heartbroken or betrayed. I think I’ve been a bad boyfriend though. Both Lydia and Malia deserve better.

You weren’t heartbroken over Lydia?

Not really. I was more in love with the idea of her.

That’s how I feel about Kate.

He doesn’t reply; chooses to call Derek instead. It’s 2am and for the first time ever, Derek tells another person what happened with Kate Argent. Stiles had put most of the pieces together a long time ago but hearing Derek tell the story is the most horrific thing Stiles has ever heard. The police reports had noted that Derek, Laura and Peter were the only survivors; that Derek’s mother and father, his grandmother, three younger siblings, and four cousins of various ages had all perished in the fire.

Derek’s voice doesn’t waver as he tells Stiles that Kate had seduced him; that he had told Kate all about his family; that he had mentioned a family gathering that he wanted her to attend. He tells Stiles that he came home from lacrosse practice to see his family home burning to the ground.

Stiles only utters four words that night but repeats them like a mantra until Derek’s breathing evens out and he drifts off to sleep.

It wasn’t your fault.



Did you love Jennifer?

No. I think I could have in time but we both know how that ended.

Why did you believe me when I told you she was evil?

Because it’s you. You’re one of the only people that hasn’t lied to me. That earned you a little bit of faith.

Did you love Brayden?

No. I think I wanted to show the world that I had survived Kate and Jennifer and didn’t have any emotional wounds. I think most people would call that a rebound relationship.

Do you think you could fall in love again?

Stiles waits for an excruciating seven minutes before Derek replies.

Yes.

 



I tried to tell my dad that I was bisexual once. I think he thought I was joking.

I never got to tell any of my family that I’m bisexual. After the fire, Laura and I moved to New York. I wanted to tell her but I couldn’t find the words. I couldn’t find the words about Kate either. I like to think that she knew anyway and loved me regardless.

I’m sorry I accused you of her murder. That was really fucked up.


I was never really going to rip out your throat with my teeth.

I know.

It was easier to just be angrier all the time. Anger is easier to manage than grief.

Was easier? Are you not angry anymore?

I’m still angry but it’s not the only thing I feel anymore. These messages help. So does therapy.

Derek Hale in therapy? I never thought I’d see the day! In all seriousness, I’ve thought about therapy a lot. I went after my mum died and it helped a little bit. I just don’t know where I’d find a therapist who knows about the supernatural.

Derek texts him a phone number for a counsellor about fifteen minutes off campus. He doesn’t ask Derek how he knew what college he was at.



Peter offered me the bite once.

I didn’t know. I’m glad you didn’t take it?

Because I’d be a terrible werewolf?

Because no one should be connected to Peter in that way. I think you’d make an excellent werewolf. Far better than Scott.

 



Have you seen the latest episode of Game of Thrones?

He calls Derek and they talk for hours. He almost hangs up the phone when Derek tells him that he doesn’t understand the appeal of Jon Snow but he likes the sound of Derek’s voice far too much.



On April 8th, he gets sent a photo of a cheesy card wishing him many happy returns.

Happy 18th birthday, Stiles.

He sends Derek a photo of his face with his widest grin. He didn’t even know that Derek knew his birthday.

When’s your birthday?

11th July.

And how old are you going to be? I vaguely remember starting at Beacon Hills high as you were getting to graduate but then when we saw you in the woods, you looked like you were 80.

I’m only four years older than you, Stiles. I’ll be turning 22 but I haven’t celebrated in years.

But if someone wanted to hypothetically post you a card and a present, where would they send it?

Derek sends him an address in New York City. Stiles doesn’t need to ask; he instinctively knows that this is the apartment that Derek and Laura lived in before her death.



Do you think you’ll ever go back to Beacon Hills?

Not unless it’s an emergency. I was supposed to go back with Laura when we heard about the killings in our territory but I told her that I wasn’t ready. I made her go alone.

It wasn’t your fault.



Stiles can’t sleep. He Face Times Derek and pesters him until he finally agrees to start watching Parks and Recreation.

Stiles has the same episode playing on his laptop but he finds himself paying more attention to Derek’s face than the episode. He’s never seen Derek laugh before and the sight of him chuckling is mesmerizing.

It becomes a regular thing. Derek watches something on Netflix; Stiles watches Derek.



I hope you fall in love with someone who loves you as much as I do.

Stiles should not be allowed access to his phone while under the influence of alcohol. He texts Derek that exact sentiment the next morning but Derek doesn’t respond.



He doesn’t hear from Derek again.



I’m really sorry, Derek.

I shouldn’t have made things awkward between us.

Your friendship is more than enough, I swear. I’m not going to push for something that you don’t want.

 



None of his messages elicit a reply and god, it hurts like a fucking bitch. He thinks he finally knows what it’s like to have a broken heart.


He receives a text from Lydia.

A little bird told me that Derek Hale is currently moping in New York City.

Peter?

Cora.

I didn’t realise you were in contact with Cora. Hell, I didn’t realise that Cora was in contact with Derek.

Of course I’m in contact with Cora. She’s a useful contact. As for her contact with Derek, that’s only a recent development. Their pack bond still exists in some form; she reached out when she realised that something didn’t feel right.

What am I supposed to do about Derek moping? It’s kind of his thing.

Check your email.

There’s an email from Lydia. It’s a forward from a travel agent, confirming that a flight for a Mr. M. Stilinski has been booked for this Saturday.

He doesn’t know what to say. It turns out he was right about Lydia Martin – when she cares about someone, she shows it in materialistic gestures. This might be the greatest gesture that she’s ever done.



Stiles can barely sit still during the flight to New York City. He’s terrified that Derek will slam the door in his face but he knows that if he doesn’t try, he’ll regret it.

The cab ride to Derek’s apartment takes an eternity. He almost forgets to grab his bag in his rush to get out of the cab and forces himself to take a deep breath; to slow down just a little.

He mentions to get into the building without buzzing, darting through an open door as one of the tenants leave the building. Before he got on the flight, Lydia had texted him the apartment number, and his hands shake as he knocks on the door.

“Stiles?” Derek’s voice sounds even better in person. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t reply to my texts”, he says like it’s just that simple. In his eyes, it is.

It seems like it might be just that simple to Derek too because he grabs him and pulls him close. Before Stiles can protest about being manhandled, Derek’s lips are against his and the words die on his tongue.



“Why didn’t you reply?” he asks a few hours later. He and Derek had eventually made it to the bedroom and it was everything Stiles had imagined and more. It was worth forgoing the conversation but Stiles couldn’t ignore the obvious for much longer.

“I panicked. Over text, it was easy. I could say whatever I wanted and not worry about the repercussions. The thought of it becoming something more was terrifying, Stiles. You know my relationship history”.

“And you know that I’m not like any of them”.

Derek nods in agreement. “You’re not like them. You’re more than them. You already mean more. I wanted to be in a better place before giving this a chance”.

“That’s why you’re in therapy?”

“Yeah. I’ve been considering it for a long time but that night when you yelled at me for leaving without goodbye was the final push I needed”, Derek explains. “I’m still not completely there. There are still things we need to talk about and things that will require a lot more therapy but I’m in a place to give this a chance, if you still want to”.

“If I hadn’t have shown up on your doorstep, what would have happened?”

Wordlessly, Derek passed Stiles his phone. The draft messages are illuminated on the screen and Stiles scrolls through them. There’s countless messages, dating back at least two weeks, and they’re all different versions of an apology; of an explanation. Even if Stiles hadn’t shown up on his doorstep; Derek was trying. Derek has proven himself time and time again; Stiles knows that he would eventually have sent a message explaining everything.

“I still love you and I’m all in”.



Stiles calls the university the next morning and defers his enrolment.

University can wait. Right now, he and Derek have a lot to work through, both individually and together. Stiles hopes that if things go well, he can transfer his studies to a university in the city. Based on the course catalogues he finds in Derek’s study, he thinks that they’re on the same page.




He has seven missed calls from Scott and twelve text messages, all urging him to come back to Beacon Hills.

There are three messages from Malia, stating that he needs to get his ass into gear and help them out.

There’s even a text from Lydia, saying that she wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t serious.

He looks over at Derek, who looks more relaxed and happy than he has in a long time. “Shit’s going down in Beacon Hills. They need me to save their asses”. He wants Derek to come with him but doesn’t want to ask; doesn’t want to be responsible for Derek’s shoulders growing tense as he heads back to the town that took everything from him. “I shouldn’t be gone for more than a week”, he says as he’s packing a duffel bag and throwing it into the back of Derek’s Camaro.  

“That’s what Laura said”.

There is no other explanation; nothing else that needs to be said. A second duffel bag is tossed into the back of the Camaro and Derek gets into the passenger seat like he belongs there.

Turns out he didn’t need to ask. Maybe Derek needs him just as much as he needs Derek. After all this time, it’s a nice thought. It helps keep the darkness at bay; helps Stiles feel just a little more grounded than he has done in a long time.




“You didn’t think you were doing this without me?”

“Without us?”

Yeah, it feels pretty damn good that they’re an ‘us’ now.

anonymous asked:

Small headcanon where Derek doesn't know that Stiles leaves flowers at the Hale family grave whenever he visits his moms and when he finds out he hugs Stiles cause he's no long the only one that remembers what happened to his family. After that Stiles starts growing flowers at the old hale house and Derek kisses him cause his home no longer smells like smoke. And after they start dating, whenever its the anniversary of the fire, Stiles grieves with Derek. Stiles is not ashamed to cry with him.

Originally posted by toqaahmed

My heart! NO!!

I can imagine Stiles saves up all his pocket money to buy the flowers (because they’re not cheep) but eventually he has to start saving so he grows them on the graves and on the Hale estate, nice smelling ones and some of Derek’s mother’s favourites. 
And in return, Derek grieves with Stiles and the Sheriff on the anniversary of Claudia’s death.

Prologue // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. Even though they remained friends, she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive him and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he hates the most in this world. Overtime, you could say, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: Only kissing for now, but there will be future smut.

Word Count: 770

Song: Somebody Else by The 1975

A/N: Hello, there! So, I have some exciting news! @sarcasticallystilinski and I have come together to write you guys a really awesome story! I hope you guys like our collab!

Series Masterlist

“Are you sure we should be out here?” Katalina asked her best friend as they ran towards the empty lacrosse field, his hand in hers.

“No.” Stiles laughed, guiding her behind the bleachers. “But, it’s not like we’ll actually get caught.”

Katalina wanted to believe him, she really did. But, she was so afraid that a teacher would end up finding her skipping class and put it on her flawless perminent record. She can’t risk getting in trouble, not when her goal is to get in the best college of the state. Sure, she’s just fourteen, but, hey, it’s never too early to think about your future.

“Stiles, we should really go back.” Katalina protested, peering her eyes around the field as they settled. “I think we can still make it in time for our next class.”

“Kat, could you just relax?” The boy with freckles painted across his cheeks chuckled. “We’re behind the bleachers. No one can see us, therefore, no one will catch us.”

The young girl took a deep breath, looking hard into Stiles’ eyes to see a possible sign of doubt. When she didn’t find any, she chose to just trust him and, finally, smiled back at him.

“So, what do you have in mind for us to do?” Katalina giggled, excitement beginning to seethe in her veins.

“I don’t know.” Stiles shrugged, a smirk planting itself on his face. “We could play games, talk or maybe- this.”

Katalina’s best friend, the same person she secretly has a crush on but doesn’t have the courage to ever confront it, placed his hands on her cheeks and she could already feel a blush warm them. Her heart beat faster once she realized what he was about to do and she didn’t dare push him away. She wanted this, oh how she wanted this.

With their breaths hitching in both of their throats, Stiles nervously leaned in and placed his lips against hers. It felt so foreign to the both of them, feeling someone else’s mouth on their own, considering this was their first kiss ever. It was strange since neither one of them really knew what they were doing and the kiss didn’t last very long, only a few seconds.

Stiles and Katalina stared at each other, their cheeks flushed with blushes and they felt so nervous. Both kids embarassed at how akward they were at this thanks to their lack of experience.

“C-Can we try that again?” Stiles asked, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. Katalina smiled before gripping his plaid shirt and gently pulling him in, again.

It was harder this time and more urgent. This second one beginning to feel like what they actually expected kisses would be like. Stiles and Katalina meshed their lips together, doing everything they can to try and understand what felt good. Once they seemed to get a hold of it, they let themselves enjoy each other’s touch.

Both of their hearts sung and fluttered at how they were kissing each other’s crushes. Neither one of them knew it, but they were already in love at such a young age. And this bond between them was only going to grow stronger.

“What the hell is going on here?!” A familiar voice shouted, causing the two lovebirds to break their kiss.

A chill ran up Katalina’s spine when she turned around to see a very shocked and confused Coach Finstock staring them down with wide eyes and his hands placed on his hips. Stiles held a hand up to cover his mouth and hide the laughter that so desperately wanted to escape as Katalina stared at the teacher in horror. She didn’t know what to do or say, all she could really do was stand still in fear.

“Get back to class!” Coach yelled, both of them immediately following orders and running towards the school.  Finstock shook his head in disbelief, disgusted at what he just witnessed. “Ugh, kids. I’m teaching High School from now on.”

Once she realized she wouldn’t be getting in serious trouble for this little act of rebellion, Katalina let herself breathe again and looked over to a laughing Stiles. His happiness triggered her own and she laughed along with him, feeling all of the weight being lifted from her shoulders.

She felt light and at peace as they ran, a lot like how she always feels with Stiles. They were young, but in love and inseparable. And they would remain that way, even when the odds worked against them. Stiles and Katalina would always find a way back to each other, no matter what.

You bet your ass Derek Hale is a feminist, not like he had a choice growing up with Laura as his big sister and his mom being as awesome as she is. He didn’t even know he was a feminist until his first day of classes at NYU. Laura had signed him up for a gender studies 101 class and Derek was astonished to hear that some people don’t think women can do everything a man can do. 

He double majored in gender studies and English, he read every bit of feminist literature he could get his hands on, he went to protests, he registered voters, he was active in the community and known as a fierce ally around campus, Laura had been so proud.

When everything had gone to shit in Beacon Hills it had all sort of fallen apart for him, he stopped blogging, he lost touch with his friends back in New York, he had retreated into himself and lost touch with what made him Derek

So when he left Beacon Hills and moved back to New York to finish school he spent a lot of time trying to find himself again. He found himself in books, in people, in protests, in his classes. When he graduated a year later he felt more like himself than he had since Laura died, and it felt good, but he still felt like something was missing. 

Enter Stiles Stilinski. 

Derek thought he’d never see Stiles again, he had resigned himself to the fact that Stiles would stay in California and with the pack because that’s who he was and Derek knew he couldn’t be there anymore, it wasn’t good for him or for anyone. 

He thought he might be imagining things when he saw Stiles walking across NYU’s campus, thought that he had willed him into existence, but then Stiles stopped and gave him a huge smile. 

They got lunch, Stiles asked Derek what he’s doing at NYU and Derek proudly tells him that he’s getting his masters in gender studies.

Stiles gapes at him, then starts throwing questions at him about how he got into that, how he feels about XYZ political events, what made him come back to NYU, how he feels about feminism in the modern world, and Derek, well he’s floored because he loves talking about this kind of stuff, but more than that, Stiles is interested in it.

When Derek looks back years later he realizes that’s the start of it all for them, the real start at least. Stiles starts volunteering with Derek, he takes a few gender studies classes himself, on top of his engineering courses, he starts a ‘safe walks’ group on campus for anyone who doesn’t feel safe walking alone after the election. 

But they’re not dating. Well they’re doing everything that Derek would consider dating but they aren’t having sex or kissing. Until finally, one day they’re marching in a women’s march and they’re holding hands and Derek can’t help himself.

The crowd stops outside Central Park and Derek looks at Stiles who’s been screaming and cheering the entire time and he takes his face in his hands. 

“Are you finally gonna kiss me Hale?” Stiles asks him, a big smile on his face.

Derek nods just before their lips touch. It’s the best first kiss either of them have ever had. Stiles is still holding his “Mike Pence Has Never Satisfied a Woman in His Life” sign above his head in one hand. 

Their picture ends up all over the internet, neither of them are mad about it, in fact they use it for their first official holiday card as a couple the next year. 

And they still go to protests, they still spend their free time volunteering, they raise their two son’s to treat women with the respect they deserve, they raise their daughter to never underestimate herself. 

They also raise hell about reproductive rights, about equal pay, about LGBTQ+ rights, about  rape culture, about immigration reform, and racism. At the age of 43 Derek is elected to the US Senate for the state of New York, his husband and 3 kids are by his side when he’s sworn in.

5

Soulmates Imagine.

Imagine:On everyone’s 18th Birthday a Tattoo of their soulmates name appears.-Part 4.

Ever since the night at the school you and Stiles had been stuck to each other. Every time Stiles wanted to explore you were the person sat beside him in his Jeep. Whenever you had any trouble Stiles would be straight at your side.

You would often find yourself hiding your tattoo from Stiles, scared that he would see it but with his birthday party approaching you wouldn’t be able to avoid it any longer.

After what seemed like years the day finally arrived. Stiles’ 18th birthday was here and he’d get his Soulmates tattoo. You knocked at his door your hands shaking.

Within minutes Stiles was at the door, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
Eyeing the big boxes behind you.

“Are they for me?“Stiles grinned.

"Uhh no, they’re for your dad"you rolled your eyes and smiled.

"Hi y/n"you heard Stiles’ dad call out from the kitchen.

"Hello Mr.Stilinski"you answered happily.
A couple of seconds later and Noah was stood at the door next to Stiles.

"Now y/n I know that you are responsible and you know that I love my house and my son…"He began to say.

"Don’t worry, tonight I will look after them both"you promised.

"I know you will, Stiles look after y/n"The sheriff warned before ruffling up your hair and returning to the kitchen.

Stiles’ eyes wandered back to the boxes stood next to your cars.
"Oh yeah, your presents"you jumped out of your position and ran over to your car.

You waved him over and grinned.
"So I know for a fact that you’re stubborn and you love Roscoe so you won’t get rid, I also love Roscoe the Jeep so instead of buying a new Roscoe I brought you everything you need to mend his broken heart"you smiled as you patted the hood of the loved Jeep.

You reached over and lifted the heaviest box, it had a bright blue bow on top.
Stiles opened the box and his mouth fell open. He looked at all the expensive tools and paints inside you’d even gotten him specific car parts.

"Y/n… you can’t be serious, this is amazing"Stiles blushed.

"We’re not done yet"you smirked as you wheeled out another wrapped box.

"Your dad is always moaning at you because when you investigate you pin all your evidence up on the walls and it leaves holes in the wallpaper so I got you this"you wheeled the gift over to Stiles.

Within seconds the colorful paper littered The Stilinski driveway, he pulled off the red bow to reveal a police detectives board, along with string, different colored markers and a cute box full of pins.

He turned to you and smiled, you’d never seen his smiled that big and it warmed your heart.

"Y/n Thankyou so much you are seriously amazing, you can read my mind, it’s like we’re soulmates and I just don’t know what to say"he exclaimed before pulling you in for a tight hug.

As soon as he said the word Soulmate you started to choke.
Stiles pulled away worriedly.
"Are you okay?"he rubbed your back gently.

"Mmmhmm, just swallowed too much air"you mumbled as you took deep breaths.

"I have to go, I’ve left your last present at home I’ll see you tonight"you lied as you walked briskly back to your car.

He raised his eyebrows at you before waving, as soon as you pulled out of his drive you called an emergency number from your car.

"Hello y/n? You’ve been M.I.A all day has Stiles got his tattoo yet?"Lydia asked down the phone, her voice echoed throughout your car.

"Uhm I think we should have a meeting at my house ASAP"you quickly said.

"I’ll take that as a no then"Lydia replied.

"We’ll be right there"Allison called down the speaker.

The five of you stood around your table.
"Does Stiles even know about the Soulmates Tattoo?"Malia asked loudly as she rummaged through your wardrobe.

"Yeah, we spoke about it once when we were kids"you replied before throwing yourself back onto your bed.

"Maybe he has it but he’s too scared to say"Kira offered her opinion.

"Hmmmm no I don’t think so, Stiles would probably tell Scott and Scott would tell me"Allison mumbled as she bit her nails.

"Y/n, why don’t you just wait for tonight we’ll all be there"Lydia sat down next to you, pulling out a brush and running it through your hair.

"What if he gets it and he doesn’t like it"you worried.

"Why don’t you tell him first"Malia shrugged.

"That’s not an option, I’m not going to walk into his house like ‘oh hey Stiles I got this tattoo of your name which means we’re somehow connected forever and I think I’m falling in love with y-

The girls stopped what they were doing and turnt to look at you.
"I’m not going"you simply stated.

"Stop being ridiculous if you don’t turn up Stiles will go loopy"Lydia pointed out.

Malia looked down at her phone.
Her eyes widening.
"Okay well we’d better start getting ready because it’s 6:30 and the party starts at 8”

Lydia leapt towards your wardrobe, pulling out a tight black dress, whilst Malia buried herself in your shoe boxes finally popping out to reveal a cute pair of pastel pink heels. Allison sat you down to do your makeup before she moved onto her own and Kira pulled out her hair curlers, working magic on your hair.

It’s was 7:50 and all 5 of you were ready to leave. As you piled into Lydia’s car you were having second thoughts.

Lydia looked back at you from the drivers seat.
“Y/n, no matter what happens tonight we’re here for you"she reached over and squeezed your knee as Malia and Kira squashed you with a hug.

"I love you girls"you smiled happily before Lydia started the car.
Within minutes you were hopping out of the car and making your way to Stiles’ front door. You could already hear the loud music and chatter of your high school friends.

When you walked through the door you were hit with the stench of Sweat and alcohol, red cups littered the floor and the smoke machine had clouded the room temporarily.

"Find Stiles"Lydia whispered in my ear before linking arms with the others, guiding them over to Scott and the rest of the pack.

You nodded before weaving your way through the crowd, it wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be because after a minute of two you were in the Stilinski’s kitchen.

The room wasn’t hot and stuffy like the others so you took a deep breath in, not realizing someone was watching you from over the counter.

"Is it that bad in there"Theo smirked at you, his eyes roaming over your body.

You cringed at the fact that he was mentally undressing you.

"I bet you weren’t invited"you mumbled as you walked over to Stiles’ fridge. Pulling out a bottle of ice cold water.

"What are you talking about me and Stiles are the best of f-

"Don’t lie"you rolled your eyes and made your way to the door, it was obvious that Stiles wasn’t in the kitchen so you didn’t have a reason to stay.

"I’m not lying"Theo called out.

"Bye Theo"you answered.

"Wait y/n"Theo shouted after you as he followed you out of the room, his hand reached out and took your arm.

His eyes caught sight of something on your wrist and he flipped your arm over to reveal the soulmates Tattoo.

"Well this is interesting"Theo hummed.
You yanked your arm back, hiding it behind your back.

"Does Stiles know?"Theo smirked.

"No he doesn’t, if you say one word Raeken I will-

"Today’s his 18th birthday, has he got his tattoo?"The boy raised his eyebrows.

"No I don’t kn-why am I talking about this with you, Theo leave me alone"you hissed before pushing through the crowds once more.

You finally made your way to Stiles’ bedroom, he wasn’t anywhere else so you figured he must be in his room.

You slowly opened the door and a gust of cold refreshing wind hit you instantly.
Stiles was stood at his window his head already half way out.

"Careful Stiles you might fall out"you laughed. He jumped at the sound of your voice, hitting his head on the window.

He spun around, hands holding his sore head.
Stiles’ mouth dropped open when he caught a glimpse of you.

"Wow, y/n you look beautiful, I mean you always look gorgeous bu-

You grinned at Stiles’ attempt to compliment you.
"Thank you Stiles, why aren’t you attending your own party"you asked curiously.

Stiles stumbled over to his bed and sat down. He was drunk.
"I was waiting for you"he hummed cheerfully.

"Well I’m here now"you nodded as you stroked his head.

"I still haven’t got my soulmates tattoo"he frowned.
Your heart stopped.

"Did you get yours?"he watched as your cheeks flushed red.

"Uhh yeah, yeah I did get mine"you said quietly.

"Why do you sound so down about it, Whoever it is he’s a lucky guy and don’t you forget it"Stiles wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You decided that is was time to tell Stiles.
"Actually Stiles there’s some-
You didn’t get to finish your sentence because Stiles leapt up off the bed covering his mouth, he sprinted into the bathroom and you could hear him all the toxic alcohol exiting through his mouth.

You made your way to the bathroom and rubbed his back. After he was finished he washed his face and you rummaged through his wardrobe, finding him some comfy clothes to sleep in.

"Sorry about that What were you saying y/n?"he asked tiredly.

"It can wait, you need to get some sleep. Don’t worry me and the others will take care of everything"you smiled as you passed Stiles a water bottle.

Just as you were about to leave the room Stiles called out to you.
"Thankyou y/n, I’ve never said this but you’re a real gem, you always have been”

You smiled as you closed the door behind you. Making your way downstairs back to the party.

Unaware that Theo was lurking around upstairs.

6 hours later.
You had kicked out all of the students until it was just the pack left. Everyone had been tidying up for at least an hour when Stiles came trudging down the stairs.

“I missed it"he pouted.

"I missed my own birthday party how does that even happen?"he laughed.

Scott shook his head with a smile and patted his friend on the back. Scott’s eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes travelled around the back of Stiles’ neck.

"Stiles, did you not feel it?"Scott asked worriedly.

"Feel what?"Stiles asked confused.

"You’re soulmates Tattoo, you’ve got it, it’s on the back of your neck"Liam mumbled as he stepped forward to take a look.

"And who is it?"Lydia asked as she glanced at you.

"Are you sure you want him to read it out loud?"You quickly questioned Stiles.
Stiles hesitated for a second before slowly nodding.

"It’s… It’s Malia?"Scott announced.
You dropped the cup you were holding and gasped, you didn’t realize how loud you were.

"What?!"Malia almost screamed.
Kira and Allison glanced at each other with widened eyes, and Lydia was at your side immediately.

Scott’s eyes wandered over to you, watching your reaction. He caught sight of the swirly writing on your wrist, his mouth falling open slightly.

He kept quiet about it.
"My soulmate is Malia?"Stiles repeated confused.

Part 5???

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you have a mythology au tag? I scrolled through the tag page but couldn't find one. Hope I didn't overlook it, have a nice day!

Hey there!

It is true, we don’t have a mythology tag. That’s mainly because I don’t think we ever recced a fic that fell into that specific theme. Otherwise, we would have probably tagged it. The closer to mythology we’ve got is the historical/medieval tag and a Gods AU fic list we posted a few days ago. -C

However, here are some recs for you more focused on different mythologies :D

MYTHOLOGY AU

Bonneville Noir by EloquentSavage

Sliding his hands around Stiles’ chest Derek found the scents of the Camaro, Laura, and New York still clinging to him like a map of the places he had been.

Holding him made him real. He wasn’t a figment of Derek’s imagination. Stiles was here, and he was staying. Uncontrollable relief spilled out of him, but the right words, the right voice was there to pick him back up. Repeated apologies whispered against his skin relentlessly, melting the last of the anger he stubbornly held on to.


What’s In a Name? by Rose235b

Derek finds a Polish baby names book and decides that his new goal in life is finding out Stiles’ real name through trial and error.


Love Me Tinder by andavs

To save the kingdom from a curse of unending winter, Derek is sent by his king to retrieve the mythical Firebird of legend—who turns out to be less of a mythical creature and more of a probable criminal who has no interest in being retrieved by anyone for anything.


The Weathered Shell by trilliath

The young man is standing with an arm casually thrown up to lean against the door frame, displaying his bare torso to advantage, his powerful swimmer’s shoulders and lean body pale with moonlight. His cocky grin, however, is fading quickly into a look of shock and confusion. Other than a pelt shaped into a sloppy kilt, his legs are bare too, despite the chill winds coming in off the ocean.

“You’re not a girl,” he says in a gently lilting accent that’s like an odd blend of all the coastal voices Derek’s ever heard, squinting at Derek like his eyes might somehow be deceiving him.

Unlikely, given his dark beard and broad, well-muscled shoulders, let alone what he’s got under his kilt.


turn off the lights and i’ll glow by novembersmith

The last thing he saw before everything went blue and dark was Scott’s red hoodie, and Stiles thought, as his limbs went shock-heavy and cold, and the bubbles started streaming around him, that he’d done something good with his life after all.

Imagine-Sterek’s 12 Days of Christmas 🎄

🎄 Day 1 - Christmas Trees & Decorating 🎄

“What the hell is this.” Derek has the loft door pushed open, eyes narrow slits asking to be crossed so he can tear someone down. Allison ducks under his arm and heads for where Isaac and Lydia are putting up garland over the window and Scott and Kira scurry to the kitchen despite cookies having just gone in the oven and Erica and Boyd are now very intently untangling the string of lights they had been ignoring up until now. 

“It’s Christmas,” Stiles pipes up, realizing his friends have left him out to die with a sigh. Derek steps forward and slides the door shut with a clang without breaking eye contact. 

“And?” The question is heavy, holding the weight of several other questions that Derek is too cool to actually ask, the monosyllable jackass that he is. 

“You didn’t decorate so we decided to do it for you,” He crosses his arms, stubborn and unwilling to back down even as Derek stalks forward. 

“Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t want to decorate?” Derek is now right in front of him, he had been attaching hooks to ornaments to hang on the 4 foot tree they put by the stairs. It had been the only one left in the parking lot by the grocery store, a little sad and small but Stiles wanted a tree for the loft so Boyd had hefted it onto his shoulder and walked away as he paid. 

“Well, maybe in the beginning stages of planning, but that was kind of stomped on by the motto “Derek deserves nice things”.” Stiles smiles, picking up the box of ornaments he had finished hooking and shove them at Derek who grabs them on instinct. “Might want to hurry with those, we plan on trading presents once the cookies are done.” 

Stiles walks away, headed for the door because he told Jackson he’d come do the grocery shopping with him for the dinner when Derek pipes up.

“How long have you been planning this?” He doesn’t sound angry, not mad or even annoyed. His voice almost sounds soft and Stiles feels his chest ache. 

“About a month,” Stiles tells him, watching as Derek ducks his head and nods. 

When Stiles gets back with Jackson, the party is in full swing. Lydia has Christmas music playing and Allison and Erica are attempting to waltz in the living room and Kira is teaching Boyd how to write “happy holidays” in Japanese. Stiles spots Derek on the couch, threading popcorn while also batting Scott’s hand out of the bowl and muttering about eating the decorations. 

The loft is warm, the lights make the space bright and open rather than empty and it feels alive in a way that it had never managed to be before. It felt like Christmas.

“Let me just put the meat in the oven and then we can do gifts!” Stiles shouts for the humans’ benefit, taking the last of the groceries from Jackson so he can go help Lydia where she’s trying to put the star on the tree. He doesn’t hear Derek enter as Jackson leaves. 

“Thank you,” Stiles startles, but it isn’t too bad of a scare so Derek continues, “for all of this.” He looks small, wearing the sweater that matches the other boys. Lydia had gotten them all sweater in various soft colors so they would look nice for a pack photo after dinner. They’re all soft and knit and Derek is practically swimming in his and it makes Stiles smile. 

“It’s Christmas, and that means family time. Sometimes I think you forget that you still have that,” Stiles shrugs, unable to look at Derek because he’s not sure he could handle what he finds. He doesn’t expect a gentle hand under his chin, moving his face up so he can see glassy eyes and a small smile. 

“Thank you,” Derek says, soft and simple and warm. Arms go around him, hold him close and tight and Stiles has never been much of a hugger, not since him mom but he could be converted if there were more hugs like this in his future.

steal-me-a-dream  asked:

Hey again! I don't really know how to ask this so bear with me; I'm looking for some fics where stiles and derek reunite when they're older, like it's been a couple years since all the shit in beacon hills and then they meet again with derek not being dark and twisty anymore and things like such. Help?

i think ive got just what youre looking for

A Guy Walks into a Bar by 42hrb (1/1 | 3,123 | PG13)

The last person Derek expects to see on stage is Stiles Stilinski, but there he is, looking like sex and singing like it’s what he was born to do.

Reality Is So Much Better by tabbytabbytabby (1/1 | 1,027 | G)

Stiles often imagined how he would react when he finally saw Derek again. None of those scenarios come close to what happens when Derek shows up at his apartment in Washington, D.C. 4 years after leaving Beacon Hills.

second chances off highway 1 by bleep0bleep (1/1 | 2,380 | PG13)

It’s four am at Hale’s, and Stiles Stilinski has just walked back into Derek’s life.

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“Derek?”
It’s so soft and hesitant that Derek thinks he imagined it.

Potential by alocalband (1/1 | 2,071 | PG13)

Stiles finds him in a bookstore in Brooklyn and it’s like not a day has passed since they last saw each other, even though it’s been almost two years now. 

december to remember by Marishna (1/1 | 1,574 | G)

As he waited for the call to connect there was a tap on his shoulder and Stiles grinned as he ended the call and spun around.

Not his dad.

“Derek?” Stiles asked in disbelief.

Two's Company - Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.

I usually don’t do summaries on my imagines but I feel like this needs one. Stiles and Y/N find out that she’s expecting.

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

You’d lost your virginity to Stiles. It was your one year anniversary and you’d been planning it. You knew he wasn’t a virgin and that didn’t bother you, and it didn’t bother him that you were a virgin. It went about the way you’d expect your first time to go, it wasn’t great but it was special. Had you used protection? You couldn’t remember. Did you use protection the last times you two had sex? You remember you did at least once.

“Y/N..?” Scott approaches you at your locker.

“Hey, Scott.” You smile as you grab your books.

“Can I talk to you?” He asks awkwardly.

You grab Stiles’ jacket from the hook in your locker and you put it on before closing it. “Of course. What’s up?”

“Follow me.” He was acting weird. You followed him behind the stairs and he scratched the back of his neck.

“You and Stiles have uh…had sex right?”

You look at him oddly. “He told you didn’t he? I told him not to make it a big deal..” You blush.

“Yeah, he told me.” He chuckles. “Did you guys…cover up?”

“Why?” You look up at him.

“Just tell me.” He says.

“Why, Scott?” You push.

“Y/N, just please answer the question!” He yells and you step back from him.

“I don’t remember. There. I answered your incredibly invasive and unnecessary question.” You spin on your heel and start to walk away.

Scott grabs your arm. “Y/N, I think you’re pregnant.”

You stop dead in your tracks. When was your last period? You think back, counting on your fingers. You hadn’t even noticed when it didn’t come. You turn to face Scott. “What do you mean?”

“I…hear two heartbeats.” He extends his hand towards your stomach. “May I?” You nod, in shock. He places his hand on your stomach, biting his lip. “Y/N…I’m sorry.”

You shake your head fiercely. “No. It’s not true.” Scott looks at you, biting his lip. “Scott, you’re lying.”

He looks at his feet. “I’m sorry. I just…I’d tell Stiles soon.”

You let out a big breath, running up the stairs to your first period class.

Thoughts run through your head. Is this why you’d been stealing all of Stiles’ clothes? You’d noticed your clothes were a bit tight so you’d been wearing your boyfriend’s things. Is this why you’ve cried so much? Is this why you’ve thrown up? You’d thought you’d had the stomach flu. Is this why-

“Hey, babe.” Stiles interrupts your thoughts and you jump a bit. He kisses your cheek as you sit beside him.

“I-uh..hey.” You say quietly.

He drums his fingers on his desk. “I was thinking we could go to the drive-in theater tonight. I know you said you’d never been.” He smiles at you, planning your weekly Wednesday night date.

“That..that works, yeah.” You look at your hands.

“You okay?” He leans over and rubs your back.

“I’m fine.” You give a small smile. “I’m just nervous about the test fifth hour.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess we should’ve actually studied when you came over yesterday.” He chuckles.

You just smile and look up at the teacher.

At the end of class you leave quickly, trying to beat Stiles.

You make your way through the day, only speaking when necessary. By the end of the day you’ve decided against telling Stiles immediately.

“Hey, Y/N. You coming watch to lacrosse practice?” Kira asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” You nod and she heads outside to the field. You follow soon after, sitting in the bleachers with your friends.

Your eyes land on Scott and Stiles talking, it looks serious.

STILES’ POV

“I wanted to wait for Y/N to tell you but I don’t think she will.”

“Scott what the hell are you talking about?”

“Stiles, Y/N is pregnant.”

“I don’t believe you. She would’ve told me.”

Scott shakes his head. “I’m sorry man.”

Y/N’S POV

You spot Stiles headed your way. He grabs your arm. “We need to talk.” You stand up and he leads you to the locker room. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks.

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re pregnant, Y/N! What the hell else?” He shouts and you flinch. “Babe, I’m sorry. I’m just…” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m hurt that you didn’t tell me, and I just..I’m freaked out.”

“You don’t think that I’m freaked out? Stiles, Scott told me this morning. I haven’t even taken a test, he just said he heard two heartbeats! I could have an arrhythmia for all he knows!”

“My dad won’t be home for awhile…lets go back to my house and we’ll take a test.”

You scoff. “And it won’t be suspicious for the sheriff’s son or his son’s girlfriend to pick up a pregnancy test.

He rubs your arm. “I’ll ask Scott to get it.”

“No! Scott’s done enough.”

“Babe…” Stiles looks at you.

“No. He didn’t even give me a day to tell you. He’s gone too far. I’ll ask Lydia.”

You walk out of the locker room and text Lydia. When she gets there you look at her, biting your lip. “Can I ask you a huge favor?” You ask.

“What’s up?” She smiles.

“Will you go get me a pregnancy test?” Stiles comes out of the locker room and stands behind you.

Her mouth drops. “A pregnancy test?”

You nod and sigh.

“Of course.” She rubs your arm. “It’s no problem.”

“Thank you for not making this a big deal.” You smile. “Meet us back at Stiles’?” She nods and takes off.

Stiles kisses your head. “Let’s go.”

You get to Stiles’ a few minutes before Lydia. She hands you the test and she smiles. “I’ll leave. Just call and let me know okay?”

You hug her. “Thank you so much.” She leaves and you run to the bathroom, taking the test. You cap it and sit it on the counter, walking into Stiles’ room.

“What’s it say?” He asks nervously.

You shrug. “I have to wait two minutes. I set a timer.” You show him the timer on your phone. You sit on his bed, playing with your hands. You glance at your phone? It has 10 seconds left. You stand up and bite your lip. 8 seconds. You start to walk towards the bathroom. 6 seconds. Stiles follows you, holding your hand, 3 seconds. You exchange a look and Stiles nods. 1 second. The alarm goes off and you sigh.

“I’ll stay here.” He whispers and you enter the bathroom.

You uncap the test and read it, a loud sob falling from your lips, you slide down the counter, crying.

Stiles runs into the bathroom and looks at the test on the ground. “Babe…” He whispers. He sits beside you and pulls you onto his lap. You bury your face in his neck, crying loudly. He rocks with you and kisses your forehead. “We can do this, y'know.” He whispers.

You hit his chest. “Don’t act like this is okay! You’re leaving next semester! You get to go to college you get to do big things! I’ll be stuck with a baby! So don’t you dare act like this will be okay.” You stand up and wipe your eyes, leaving his room and going downstairs.

He runs after you, chasing you down the stairs. “Babe, please!” He pulls you into his arms and sits his head on top of yours.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper. “I don’t think I can do this.”

Driven Motive: Part 4

Author: @lovefilledtragedy

Pairing: Mitch x Female Reader/OFC

Word Count: 3.9k

Song Rec: Are You Ten Years Ago - Pvris (this is how I imagine the reader to sound when she sings I guess, so you can find this cover on Spotify here and YouTube here)

Summary: After discovering the truth about one another for their reasons to being at the Barn, Mitch and Y/N’s ‘relationship’ with one another begins to take off.

Warnings: angst, some cussing of course, some nice fluff for a change

Author’s Notes: I know, I know. it has been forever since I have last posted for this story, but I am hoping that you can all forgive me with this part. I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you all enjoy reading it. thank you to all of my friends on here for keeping me motivated, but a special thanks to @minhosmeanhoe who has always been so kind to me and for keeping me going with this story, you’re amazing girl. thank you as well to my girl @redstringlovers for proof-reading this for me as well, I love you. enjoy everyone! I know the gif doesn’t match, I just couldn’t find one that really did.

Part 3 –> Part 4 –> Part 5

Originally posted by dylan-robrien

Y/N felt herself go numb as she continued back to the main building to her room to gather her things for the Arabic course that she was required to be attending was about to start downstairs. She could care less that she was going to be late or care about the course at all in that moment. She felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest, exactly how it had felt when she found out that Andrew was dead, the same nausea and shakiness coming back up through her entire body, causing her to grip the vanity table so she wouldn’t fall to the floor from the feeling.

Of all the fucking people in the world, it had to be him…it had to be him that took Mansur out.’ Y/N thought, glancing at herself in the mirror above the vanity she had found herself leaning on, standing herself up straight as she adjusted her cream colored long sleeved shirt over her hips that were hugged by her light blue skinny jeans and paired with her beige combat boots. She sighed and wiped her eyes with her sleeves careful to not touch the light mascara she had placed on her lashes, some stray tears welling up in her eyes.

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Derek x Fem!Reader

Requested By Anon

Momma Hale Prequel




As Derek spoke you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as he spoke down to the rest of the pack. His stupid smug smirk that had you wondering whether you wanted to punch him or kiss him.

 


“Why don’t you shut up Derek.” You snapped making him jerk his head back.

 


“Why don’t you go home (Y/N), this isn’t witch business.” Derek snapped back.

 



“Someone has to take care of your pups.” You retorted as you walked from the room and into the kitchen of the Hale mansion.


 

“Wow.” Isaac muttered to the others.


 

Derek found you cleaning up his living room after the Beta’s had left for school, he was used to you being around but he found you frustratingly attractive and he wasn’t about to admit it, opting to push you away than admit how he felt.



“What the hell was that back then?” Derek grunted when you ignored him and continued to clean.


 

“I don’t know what you mean Hale.” You said quickly as you attempted to side step around him only to find a large hand on your waist stopping you.


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