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ms-hope  asked:

Hu Guys I'm looking for this fic where Stiles and Derek are mates but Derek starts to neglect Stiles. I only remeber bits... so it starts with Derek going out with Isaac on a datenight or smth bc Isaac was sad and they post a picture together on facebook. At some point stiles refused to say Ily to derek and he freaks out about it. I hope that's enough to find it. Thx a lot xox

Hey @ms-hope. I know this one. Cause it’s one of my own. Thanks for liking it enough to hunt it down. You made my day! - Anastasia

Originally posted by stitch-addict

How I Long For Yesterday by sweetbutterbliss

(1/1 I 6,017 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles blinks, his throat going dry, and he moves his thumb without thinking - liking the post. He feels a surge of petty satisfaction. At least the fucker will know he knows now. He stands up, his body feeling too heavy, and he blows out the already guttering candles. He lets out a sob of frustration when the last one won’t fucking blow out. But he sucks it back in and bites down on his tongue, using his thumb and forefinger instead.

He throws himself into their empty bed without undressing. He lies there repeating the words ‘Derek blew me off for Isaac’ over and over. He tells himself to shut up while rearranging his pillow violently, but he goes to sleep with the refrain continuing its painful loop.

anonymous asked:

Imagine dex pulling out the Country Boy Charm™ on Nursey the first time nursey visits and him barely being able to handle himself cause dex is taking him through all these backroads and stops and they sit in his car and look at the stars gayly

WE’VE HIT 1000+ FOLLOWERS!!!! 

“Come on, Nurse, it’ll be fun. Promise.”

Nursey stared at Dex. He’d never seen him so relaxed and at ease. All he was doing was leaning against the screen door with a big smile on his face but there was a lightness about him. The late afternoon sun was adding a golden hue to Dex’s bright red hair and making his freckles stand out even more. Nursey wanted to trace them with his fingers and play connect the dots and find out what kind of noises Dex would make when he did.

“Alright, fine, I’m coming. Are you going to at least tell me where we’re going?”

“Aw, don’t you trust me?” Dex batted his eyelashes at his boyfriend and led Nursey to his uncle’s old beat up truck.

Nursey nudged Dex with his shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. “Usually, yes. Since you’re having to ask, I’m not so sure.”

Dex laughed as Nursey started to go around the back of the truck. Before he could get far, Dex caught his wrist and pulled him close. Nursey stumbled into his boyfriend, a little surprised when Dex caught him and brushed his lips over his cheek.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Dex, but I think I like it.”

“Good.” Dex turned them and pushed Nursey toward the front of the truck. “Go round front. I’ve got a surprise for us in the back.”

Nursey arched an eyebrow but went around and slid into the passenger’s side. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dex checking on something in the bed, but he couldn’t tell what it was. Dex got in the truck and grinned over at Nursey, a twinkle in his eyes.

Dex coaxed the engine to life making Nursey jump when it roared to life. Once it had settled into a steady rumble. Dex effortlessly backed the huge truck out of the drive toward the road and Nursey couldn’t help but be a little impressed. Nursey had always enjoyed watching his fellow D-man on the ice, but watching Dex drive was just as enjoyable. This whole thing between them was still new, and Nursey liked finding out these little things about Dex.

They drove for ten minutes, Dex narrating the things they passed and looking distractingly confident and casual taking the curves of the back roads and speeding through the puddles that had been left behind by the showers from earlier in the day.

When they pulled up to a small general store, Nursey followed Dex out. “What are we getting here?”

Nursey could feel his cheeks heat when Dex the moment grabbed his hand and led him inside.

“Just a few things. Some drinks and some sandwiches. The rest of what we need is already in the truck.”

They didn’t spend long in the store. Just long enough for them to grab what they needed and get out with Dex only having to say hello to a few of the patrons in the store. They had almost made it to the truck when a little blue haired old lady came out and called Dex’s name.

“William! William Poindexter! Is that you?”

Handing the bag of food to Nursey, Dex ran a hand through his hair and turned around. “Hello, Ms. Bea.”

“William Poindexter, you come over here and let me get a look at you.”

Nursey watched as Dex obediently trooped over to the small woman. Ms. Bea looked Dex up and down and scoff as she lifted the hem of the green flannel Dex had slipped on earlier that day.

“You come on back with me, William. Let me fix this shirt. Did you forget all the sewing skills I taught you?”

“I…no…of course not, Ms. Bea. Just been busy.”

A laugh started to escape Nursey’s mouth, but when Dex shot him a glare, he turned it into a cough. Ms. Bea noticed Nursey then and let go of Dex to turn her attention to Nursey. “Who’s this, William? Looks like he could use your sewing skills too.”

Nursey expected Dex to stammer and try and drag them both back with Ms. Bea, but instead, Dex slid an arm around Ms. Bea’s thin shoulders and offered her a soft, indulgent smile. “Now Ms. Bea, as much as I’d love to come back with you, we can’t. I have some very special plans today for me and my boyfriend, Derek, here.”

 Ms. Bea’s lips pursed for a moment before smoothing out into a kind smile. “Oh, alright, William.” Turning her attention back to Nursey she crooked her fingers. “I want to to meet this boy first, though.”

Shuffling over, Nursey took the hand Dex was offering and let Ms. Bea look him over. “Nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m Derek, but everyone calls me Nursey.”

Dex smothered a giggle and ran his thumb over Nursey’s knuckles.

“None of that now. I’m just Ms. Bea. Are you treating our William right?”

“I try, ma-I mean-Ms. Bea. William can be quite stubborn sometimes.”

Ms. Bea laughed. “You are not wrong about that my boy. You just keep an eye on him.”

Nursey’s smile was genuine as he promised her he would do his best to take care of Dex.

“Good. We’re quite protective of William.” Before either boy could say more, she shushed them and patted them on the cheeks. “You stay right here, I baked some cookies earlier today and you boys need to take some.”

Before they could protest, Ms. Bea had walked off. Nursey leaned over and kissed Dex on the cheek. “I think I like country Dex.”

Flushing bright red, Dex tried to let go of Nursey’s hand, but Nursey wasn’t having any of it. “What do you mean?”

Before he could answer, Ms. Bea came back with a Tupperware container full of cookies. “Here you go, boys. You go have a nice drive now.”

Nursey beamed and took the container. “Thank you, Ms. Bea.”

Dex said goodbye and ushered them both toward the truck, once again detouring Nursey from going round the back. Dex got everything situated and joined Nursey in the truck. “Ready?”

Nursey rolled down his window and slid across the bench seat to press up against Dex. “I’m ready.”

As they drove, they talked and Nursey once again found himself enjoying the easy, relaxed way Dex navigated all the back roads. When they took a turn down a narrow dirt road, Nursey finally asked: “Where are we going?”

Dex just smirked, eyes sparkling playfully. “You said you trusted me, Nurse.”

“And I do, but we’re on a road that’s not really a road.”

Slowing down, Dex looked at Nursey and brushed a quick kiss across his lips. “I know where I’m going. Promise.”

“Alright, alright. I trust you.” Nursey rested his hand on Dex’s thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. “And have I mentioned how hot it is watching you driving this big old truck and taking all these back roads?”

Dex swallowed hard and tried to focus on driving. Nursey slid his hand higher up Dex’s thigh and nipped at his jaw. “Focus, Dex. Don’t wanna crash now.”

Nursey continued to trail his lips over Dex’s jaw, while his hand started to lightly massage Dex’s thigh.

They reached the end of the road and Dex drove a little further until they reached a small lake. He parked near the edge and shut off the engine. Nursey’s hand was hovering over Dex’s crotch and he waited to the truck to completely stop to just barely brush the back of his fingers over the straining denim.

“Is this the surprise?”

Dex swallowed hard. “Part of it.” Getting out of the truck, Dex let down the tailgate and hopped up into the bed. Everything he needed was packed into a heavy duty garbage bag and there was a cooler which Dex had put their food in as well. He started to unpack the soft blankets and pillows and saw Nursey standing at the tailgate, watching him.

“Need some help?”

Tossing a pillow at Nursey, Dex started spreading out the blankets. “Sure. Come on up.”

Nursey joined Dex in the bed and together they created a nice, soft little nest. Nursey sat first and got comfortable. He patted the spot next to him but was surprised when Dex decided to sit between his legs and lean back into his chest.

“Dex? Baby?”

Dex reached back and covered Nursey’s mouth. “Shh…we’re relaxing. Being chill. You’re good at it so this won’t be hard.”

Wrapping an arm around Dex’s chest, Nursey was silent for about a minute, before blurting out his question. “Come on, Dex. What’s the rest of the surprise? This is awesome, but I wanna know.”

Dex’s laughter vibrated against Nursey’s chest. “So impatient. But I asked Lardo to make us a little something. I know I’ve always said no before, but since it’s summer and it’s just us, I thought we could…”

A lightbulb went off in Nursey’s brain. “You asked Lardo to make us brownies?”

Dex flushed. “I did.”

Nursey started peppering kisses all over his boyfriend’s face. “You’re amazing.”

Soaking up Nursey’s praise, Dex turned around and straddled him. “Thank you. And before brownies, we’re going to get actual food and we’ll save Ms. Bea’s cookies for later and,” Dex looked into Nursey’s eyes and kissed him sweetly, “and, I need you to know that after the brownies, you have my consent for anything we get up to. Keys to the truck are going to be locked in the toolbox and we’re not expected to be back til tomorrow.”

mousewitchy said: AU where Laura Hale was arrested before Peter killed her at the beginning of the series–maybe the Sheriff picked her up for reckless driving on her way into town, or for threatening Harris, or trespassing on a crime scene–so when Derek came to town it was to bail his extremely embarrassed sister out of Beacon County jail instead of bury her body in pieces. Super extra bonus points for supportive awesome (non-domineering) sister Laura Hale.

This prompt deserves to be at least 20k words longer than this, sorry.


It’s mid evening before Derek gets to the Beacon Hills Sheriff department; he smells like recycled airplane air, his clothes are rumpled, and he throws his duffle over his shoulder as he gets out of the cab. He’s exhausted.

It feels like he hasn’t stopped moving ever since Laura called him with a weary, “Derek, I fucked up,” nearly ten hours ago.

Inside the station, a honey-eyed waif with a shorn head and a long pale throat is clicking away at a pen and swinging his chair back and forth behind the receptionist desk. Derek plasters on his most charming grin and leans up against it, bracing a hand in front of the guy and sliding his sunglasses down to give him a once-over.

The guy blinks up at him and flushes. His mouth falls open a little and Derek clears his throat around the way he kind of wants to press his thumb to it.

“Hey,” Derek says, still grinning. “I’m here for my sister?”

“Um, yeah.” He flutters a hand in the air. “I’m not—”

“Laura Hale?” Derek says.

The guy freezes, eyes suddenly intense and interested. “I think she’s still in holding.” He leans forward. “Are you—”

“Derek,” he says, leaning closer too. It never hurts to use a little animal magnetism to move things along. Derek knows what he looks like. He might not enjoy that, most of the time, but he knows how to use it, anyhow. “And you are…?”

“Sixteen,” someone says. “Stiles, my office, now.”

A hand clamps down on the guy—Stiles's—neck, and Derek jerks his gaze up to see a sheriff’s badge and a judging face.

Stiles’s shoulders hunch. He says, “Daaaaad,” and, “I was just keeping the seat warm for Tara, honest.” He flashes a cheeky grin at Derek. “Nice to meet you, Derek Hale,” he says, and then ducks out of his father’s grip and disappears down the hall.

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msdistress said: Hey, you asked for prompts. Yesterday I saw my ex (we were together for years) who cheated on me and acted horribly during the breakup, and I’m still pretty torn up about it. How about a Sterek fic where one of them convinces the other to fake!date them, just to show to the ex that they can, in fact, get dates, and hot ones at that. You know what happens next… :) (Also, girl!Stiles would be awesome, but if it doesn’t fit/you’re not interested, no biggie! :))

OKAY, so I got lightning-strike inspired by this, so this is TOTALLY fast and dirty, and also TOTALLY girl!Stiles, which I’m always happy to write.  It’s also not really fake!dating, but there is a douchebag ex in it, so I hope this cheers you up :)


“Oh shit, oh crap,” Stiles says, trying to squeeze in between Scott and the shelves of candy and disappear, somehow, even though it’s 3 am on a Sunday and pretty much the only people in the CVS are Scott, Stiles and the douchebag that Stiles used to date until Stiles caught him cheating and punched him in the face.

The punch had been pretty satisfying, actually, but Tommy’d had that skank to comfort him and Stiles had gone home and cried for three days afterward, so—so it’s been two months and Stiles has no desire to see Tommy after she’s been up all night eating tacos and peanut butter cups and playing video games with Scott. She’s pretty sure there are grease stains all over her t-shirt and there’s a ninety-five percent chance she’s wearing Scott’s Batman boxers as shorts.

It’s not her finest moment.

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Jealousy Looks Good On You (Derek Hale)

Imagine: Derek starting to date Ms. Blake, and she knows you secretly like him, and tries to make you jealous by wearing his clothes and kissing him when she sees you. Stiles explains to Derek what she’s doing, and he dumps her, and then admits his feelings for you.

 You are a werewolf, Derek bit you after Isaac, but you knew about werewolves before you were bitten, you knew about them when your friend Scott was bitten by Peter. You’re not sure when, but during all of the sarcastic words spoken, violent acts, and rare kind moments to you, you had gotten a crush on him. And then he started dating Ms. Blake. You’re English teacher. You don't like her, because whenever she calls you back into class, she always makes a remark about him and her. Probably just to see how much you can take before you shift.

You walked down the stairs of the school, and you stopped right in your tracks at the sight you saw. You saw Ms. Blake, glance over at you, smirk, and then smashed her lips against Derek’s. You didn’t know what to do, so you just walked away, even though Derek was supposed to pick you up, and go to a pack meeting, but you would find your own way.

Of course when you got to the abandoned train warehouse, Ms. Blake was there with Derek. She’s everywhere, you thought. You just wanted one day without seeing her face, but no, since she’s with Derek, she wants to know everything about him, his life, his pack. When you saw her, your heart rate accelerated, and Scott, who was closer to you came right to your side, and he clamped him claws down on your arm to keep you from shifting.

Once he pulled away, you silently thanked him, but he didn’t know the reason why you had almost shifted. Derek walked over, and of course that little incident didn’t go unnoticed by him. Nothing ever does, except your jealousy. “(Y/N), what the hell was that about?” he asked you. You just shrugged your shoulders, pushed passed him roughly, and you began training with Isaac. When you caught Ms. Blake’s scent, you just got angry, because her scent was mixed with Derek, and you took it out on Isaac, since he can fight back, unlike poor bitchy Ms. Blake.

Ms. Blake pulled Derek closer as he watched all of the betas train together, and she grabbed his hand, and when he tried to pull away, she kissed him roughly. Of course this act didn’t go unnoticed by you, and then Isaac slammed you down on the ground, and your head cracked against the cement. You let out a cry, and eyes were on you.

“Isaac, what the hell was that for?” you yelled at him, as you looked up t him. He just grinned at you, probably proud of himself, because he was always disgruntled that you were a better fighter than him, and he wanted to top you just once. He helped you up to your feet, and you thanked him, and you saw Stiles pull Derek away from Ms. Blake, and she looked upset by the fact that she wasn’t allowed to listen to their conversation.

Later that night, you were in your room of your apartment, and you had just finished showering and changing your clothes, but images of Derek and Ms. Blake kept flashing through your mind, so you began doing pull ups on your pull up bar, using the work out to release your anger, so you didn’t follow her scent, and kill her. Yeah, that wouldn’t be very good. What can you say, don’t make a werewolf with anger issues jealous.

You heard the window open, and you went to attack whoever came in, but you were slammed down onto your carpeted floor. You looked up afraid, and you relaxed when you saw it was just Derek. But why was Derek here? You saw that he was breathing heavily, and he had a different look in his eyes. More gentle and soft, not what you were used to.

“Derek, what are you doing here?” you asked him. “I came here for you.” he whispered. “What do you mean?” you sounded confused even to your ears. “Stiles said something to me…” he whispered gently. “What did he say?” you asked nervously. “Told me what Jennifer was doing.” he said, and you cringed when he said her name, but you were more confused when you heard the hard edge in his voice when he said her name.

“And?” you asked him. “And, I broke up with her. No one hurts a member of my pack. No one hurts you.” he said. “What is that supposed to mean?” you asked him, not caring, that you both were still on the floor. He let out a frustrated sigh, and he rethought his words. He then gave you a rare Derek smile. “It means I’m in love with you. I only went out with her to distract me from my feelings for you, because I didn’t think you liked me.” he breathed out. You smiled up at him, and you placed one of your hands in his hair. “Can I tell you something?” he asked you, getting a playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah,” you said softly. “Jealousy looks good on you.” he grinned. You let out a playful growl, and you flipped him over, and you cuddled into his side, where he wrapped his arm around you, as if protecting you from all of the dangers in the world.

Teenage Runaway

The asphalt is crumbling away at the freeway shoulder where Stiles is walking, and he keeps tripping off into the gritty sand that marks the break between the road and the fat lot of nothing beyond it. Straggly grass and broken bottles are just about the only thing there is in the no-man’s-land south of Beacon Hills, plus a few thorny flower bushes and the ever-present hills rolling off to either side, burnt umber with summer heat and drought. Less often than you’d think a car rushes by, here and gone in a whoosh of noise and pulling air currents if Stiles is standing too close. He keeps trying to stick his thumb out in time, but he never quite does.

Which is fine. His feet are getting sore and hot, but it’s only late afternoon and he’s not that tired. It can’t be more than a few more miles to Redding, from where he’s almost certain he can find public transportation to Sacramento, and from there to Berkeley. And then… he hitches his backpack and lacrosse bag higher on his shoulder. He has clean clothes, his computer and debit card, some cash. It’ll be rough for a few weeks while he gets on his feet, maybe, but it’s not like there’s no plan. Another car shoots by, and Stiles flails a hand after it, again a few seconds late.

Only this car breaks sharply and pulls over. It’s a black sports car, a little familiar looking, which probably means that if Stiles was better at being a guy he’d know what make and model. As it is, he’s so shocked that he wastes a moment just standing and staring like an idiot before he catches himself and dashes up to where the car had stopped. Fingers crossed it’s not a serial killer, he thinks. It’s not like he’s some strung-out punk who nobody’d miss, but the person behind the wheel doesn’t know that.

It’s worse than a serial killer.

“Stiles?” the man asks. His expression is somewhere between confused and worried as he pulls his shades off to get a better look, because the person behind the wheel is Derek fucking Hale, heartthrob and basketball star, closest thing to James Dean to ever grace the scuffed linoleum halls of Beacon HIlls High. Stiles stares, head and shoulders into the car, his bullshit story about why he was hitchhiking dead on his lips.

“Yeah,” Stiles says reflexively.

Derek must misinterpret the pole-axed expression on his face, because he says, “Derek, remember?” like anyone could forget Derek Hale. He’d graduated just a year ago, jetting off to NYU where there were presumably other people as hot and cool as he was. The shocking thing here is that Derek remembers Stiles. Personally, the first thing he intends to do at college is wipe the entirety of high school from his brain.

“I know,” Stiles says dumbly. “We had AP calc.” He’d gotten a special exemption to take the class his sophomore year, and that’s probably where Derek remembers him from. He’d been the youngest, easiest to pick on person in the room. Not that Derek had been anything but polite, but maybe the others’ teasing had made an impression. Or… his mouth goes dry with sudden fear. Derek must have tons of facebook friends still in Beacon Hills. There’s enough overlap between the lacrosse jocks and the basketball team that it’s not inconceivable that he’s seen the video.

“Right, with Ms. Fleming,” Derek says, and flashes a quick, devastating smile.

“Right,” Stiles echoes, weakly. Trying to play it cool while stuck in a car with the A-list celebrity of his oh-shit-I-like-dudes wet dreams is pretty fucking low on the list of things he wants right now… But then again, the absolute last thing on said list might be to walk another four hours down this shitty highway, blistering his feet and burning the back of his neck even worse than it already is. “Can I, um, get a ride?”

“I thought you had a jeep,” Derek says, and Stiles blinks in surprise that he remembers that, too.

“In the shop,” he admits. Also, my dad would abuse his power as sheriff to put out an APB on my license plate, he does not admit.

Derek opens his mouth, his eyes flicking to Stiles two bags, but then he shuts it without commenting and shrugs. “Well, get in,” he says and Stiles does.

“I’m eighteen, now, so,” Stiles says in answer to the unasked question. No, this is not kidnapping a minor. Yes, I know what I’m doing.

“‘Cool,” Derek says lightly. “Where you headed?”

“Berkeley. You?”

“Anywhere,” Derek says with a sudden, cutting intensity, and pulls back onto the freeway with a gut-dropping swerve, gunning the engine up to 70 before Stiles even gets untangled from his bags and buckled in.

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Bad Moon Rising, a Derek Hale appreciation playlist  [Listen here]

i. Bad moon rising - Mourning Rituals | ii. Blood on my name - The Wright Brothers | iii. Dust bowl dance - Mumford and Sons | iv. Blame - Bastille | v. Monster - Imagine Dragons | vi. Night of the hunter - 30 Seconds to Mars | vii. Wolf & I - Oh Land | viii. Bad intentions - Digitals Daggers | ix. Seven nation army - The White Stripes | x. Run boy run - Woodkid | xi. God’s gonna cut you down - Johnny Cash | xii. Lake of fire - Nirvana |  xiii. Demons - Imagine Dragons | xiv. Politik - Coldplay | xv. I wanna be yours - Artic monkeys | xvi. Head is not my home - MS MR

Season 4 Ships are Sailing!!!

THIS JUST IN! TWO MASSIVE SHIPS SET SAIL ACROSS THE MASSIVE SEAS OF TEEN WOLF TUMBLR USERS!!!!

The first has been known as “Marrish” which is a combo of these two beautiful people!

Deputy Parrish

and

Lydia Martin

The second ship that sailed is known as “Draeden” which is a combo of two sassy badasses of the Teen Wolf Realm

Ms. Braeden

and

Derek Hale

If you have any feels towards either of these two ships! Reblog this post and get the word out!