“You’re keeping me sane… human,” he admits. “I need you to be alright. I don’t want you hurt.” Derek can hear the way Stiles throat works and he glances over to see Stiles looking at him, mouth open, bottom lip wet. Stiles understands the gravity of his confession and presses his lips together and nods. - Integral to Survival
Your heart’s a mess. You won’t admit to it. It makes no sense, but I’m desperate to connect. And you, you can’t live like this. You have lost too much love to fear, doubt and distrust (it’s not enough). You just threw away the key to your heart.
And then I don’t know what happens next, Derek thinks. I have absolutely no idea. It feels huge and terrifying, his body brilliant, exhausted, jubilant: this is what mercy feels like, Derek thinks, looking at Stiles asleep in his arms. This is what I’ve been waiting for, what I asked for at last: this is mercy, this is grace. - The Difficult Kind
Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh. Get undressed, taste the flesh. Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh. Pass the test, taste the flesh. Hold me up against the wall. Give it till I beg, give me some more. - Simon Curtis - Flesh
When the Alpha’s attention is back on him, Stiles takes a deep breath and makes himself step closer. His heart is pounding away, despite his exhaustion, and he knows all the wolves can hear it. In fact, there’s a puzzled tilt to Derek’s inhuman head, like he’s wondering why the terrified jackrabbit of a prey is coming towards the predator.
He did this for me, goes the whisper in Stiles’ head. He’s like this because of me.
STEREK AU: Over the last two years, Beacon Hills Hospital has become quite famous. All because of the charming and talented cardiologist Derek Hale. But charming, polite and gentle are only words used by his patients. Among his colleagues the nicknames are quite different… Grumpy, cold, snappy crabby, cranky, difficult. But two new very distinctive nicknames manage to get Derek’s attention: Sourwolf and Hottiehale. He doesn’t mind, not really. People still have consideration and respect for his work, so what else can he wish for? All he wants is to be left alone to do what he knows best. Enter the hyperactive intern Stiles Stilinski, that has been stalking him for the last two months.
“Dr. Hale, wait!”
“What do you want Stilinski?”
“That kid is mine, why don’t you let me scrub in with you?”
“That kid is not yours, he’s not some dummy doll where you can practice!”
“What? No─ that’s not what I─ Look, I just really want to scrub in on this case. Please! I promise I won't─ like ruin your job or something. I’ll just be there watching and learning. I want to learn.” It feels like surviving a thunderstorm, once he stops talking and his hands stop moving.
“You’re on McCall’s service, why would I let you scrub in with me? What’s so special about this kid?”
“Eh─ well, he was on my watch. Melissa─ I mean, Dr. McCall said that I could scrub in with you. If you let me, that is.”
“No,” he says before turning away to check the pile of charts. The intern follows him and grunts, but remains silent until─
“I could take care of those.”
“Those charts. I’m good at organizing stuff, even Lydia gets impressed. I mean─ Dr. Martin appreciates it.”
“Are you bribing me?!”
“No─ I─ oh, come on Derek, don’t be such a─ oh my God I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! I─ I just really admire your work, Dr. Hale.”
Derek sighs, “I thought you were picking Pediatrics.”
“I still haven’t decided. I love kids and Dr. McCall is awesome. Plastic Surgery seems cool, but Peter creeps me out. Oh my God, not again. I’m so sorry! I know he’s your uncle and I didn’t mean to─”
“Relax,” Derek snorts. He ponders this for a while. Why shouldn’t he give a chance to the boy? He seems… “Okay, I’ll switch you with Reyes.”
“Are you serious? Really? Are you going to let me scrub in?!”
“Go, before I change my mind,” he tries to ignore the way the intern is practically jumping with joy.
“Yes, going. I’m disappearing right now. You won’t even remember this. I mean─ I hope you do─ Okay, going.”
Derek rolls his eyes as Stilinski turns to leave.
“Oh and Stilinski?”
“Hmm?” The boy turns with such lack of grace that Derek doesn’t know how he doesn’t stumble on his own feet.
“I really hope that chocolate in your pocket is for you and not for Michael.”
Derek knows he got it right when Stilinski’s face turns red.
“Of─ of course!”
“Don’t get too attached,” he says before turning to his charts.
Derek jumps out of his skin when a strong hand is placed on his shoulder.
“I know he’s in good hands,” Stilinski smiles and Derek can’t really avert his eyes from his mouth, “Oh and you can call me Stiles. Stilinski is my father.”
Derek doesn’t even have a chance to focus on a proper reply. Stilin─ Stiles spots the intern on Argent’s watch in the elevator and runs to him. Derek is about to go back filling the charts when Stiles’ amber eyes turn to look at him. A broad smile stamped on his face is the last thing Derek sees before the doors close. His heart stops and that’s when Derek realizes how doomed he is.
STEREK AU: When his best friend finally makes it to the lacrosse team, Stiles knows that the worst thing that can happen is to start this season by facing The Wolf Pack, the team that won the championship last year. Of course that’s exactly what happens. But things get worse when Stiles overhears a discussion of the other team and decides to butt in.
“Our team does not suck!” Stiles says.
“Did we hurt your feelings, princess?” barks the blonde douchebag.
He doesn’t reply, instead he just stares at the famous team captain that most teams are scared to face. There are stories…
“Oh, maybe we should bow and apologize? What do you think, Derek?”
“I think… we should give them a chance.”
Stiles is not the only one to be surprised by it, but he knows he’s in trouble when Derek turns to stand right in front of him and an evil smirk lightens up his ridiculous face.
“No one scores today.”
“WHAT?!” They all shout behind him, but Derek keeps smiling.
“Derek, you can’t be-”
Everyone shuts up when Derek raises his hand.
“I’ll score the goals tonight.”
Stiles frowns at first, but when he realizes that the guy is totally serious his eyes go wide. “What? You can’t be serious! Do you really think you alone will win against our team?!”
“Oh, I don’t think. I know.”
“I would like to see that happen,” he scoffs.
“What happens if I win?” Stiles asks a bit too confident.
“You won’t,” Derek’s smile gets even bigger. It sends shivers up and down his spine at how much he feels like a prey.
“Yeah? What happens if I lose then?”
“You’ll see,” he says before turning away from him. His teammates follow Derek without hesitation, except for the blonde douchebag who makes a little bow at Stiles before leaving.
or a story where Derek plays lacrosse and Stiles wears glasses.
“Stiles,” Derek says again, voice steady and reassuring. “Breathe.”
He brushes his thumb over Stiles’ cheekbone, wiping away the tears, before he reaches down with one hand to grab Stiles’ wrist again. He brings Stiles’ hand up to his chest, pressing his palm flat against himself, gaze never leaving Stiles’ face.
“Feel that?” He asks. “Feel the rhythm of my heart and make your own match it.”
It sounds like an order more than anything else and Stiles does his best to obey. He can feel Derek’s heart beat slow and steady against his palm, and somewhere in the back of his mind he actually admires how calm Derek always manages to be.
“Breathe with me,” Derek urges on, and Stiles wants to nod, but can only manage a full body shiver.
He presses his hand firmly against Derek’s chest, feeling the rise and fall of it as he breathes. Stiles forces himself to try and get in sync with it, even with the blinding panic still raging inside his own chest. He stares into Derek’s eyes, trying to shut out everything except for the two of them, the warm thump against his palm and the controlled rise and fall of Derek’s chest. It’s okay, a voice in the back of his swirling mind tells him. Derek is here. It’ll be okay.
He wanted to grab the kid by both shoulders and shake him – tell him that he’s not stone and he needs to stop acting like it. Because, when a stone eventually gets over its head, it sinks instead of rising above. And Derek didn’t want to watch Stiles sink. - Sinking like a Stone (Carry On)
Scott scowls. “No. I was just… I mean… this sounds familiar. Like, the apple, and falling asleep, and not waking up and witches…” he trails off abruptly when he gets it. His eyes light up with realization at the exact same time Stiles’s do. “Snow White?!” they both shout, somewhat disbelievingly. - Magically Delicious