Tuesday Fic Rec #7
Out of everything wrong with the world, out of everything horrible that has happened to Stiles, out of kanimas and werewolves and sociopathic hunters and batshit insane high school students, Stiles had thought that his eventual and inevitable demise would be slightly more dramatic than this.
I LOVE THIS. IT’S SO HUMAN AND REAL AND I LOVE THE WAY THIS WRITING MAKES ME FEEL. I READ THIS OFTEN. I LOVE DEREK RESPONDING TO STILES’ PAIN AND AND ❤️❤️❤️❤️
“So,” Derek says, after they break free of the preserve. They’re maybe ten minutes away from the station. “Who is it? The John Doe?”
“Should you really be asking me that, Deputy Hale?” Stiles mutters into his knees, voice strangely weak for someone who spent the last thirty minutes mouthing off to the people arresting him. “I’m not afraid of you,” Derek says before he can stop himself, glancing quickly at the road before returning the majority of his attention to the rear-view.
“Maybe you should be,” Stiles whispers, and Derek jolts like he’s been hit. He returns his attention to the road, ignoring Stiles slumping back into his seat, so he almost misses the quiet voice from behind him. “Scott McCall. Someone killed my brother and I mean to find out who the fuck did it. Nobody’s going to stop me, not even you.”
Beautiful role reversal fic with Stiles as the omega werewolf that meets Deputy Hale after Scott is killed. Stiles is a little shit (◡‿◡✿) Derek cares about him anyway (◕‿◕✿)
Herd immunity only works if the herd stays vaccinated, Derek. Well, it’s not like Derek had ever expected that he’d need an MMR, etc. Stiles. Good thing Stiles is awesome at sick beds. Yes he is, too, Derek.
Just some soft, gentle hurt/comfort fic with human!Derek that always warms my heart ❤️
The couple of days leading to Stiles telling his dad about supernatural are not fun.
Sleep deprivation and exhaustion (◕‿◕✿) Relatable Content™ right here. Through a series of unfortunate events Stiles wears himself out between spending time with werewolves and his father and eventually…well. They tell the Sheriff.
When Stiles breaks his knee after battling the latest supernatural disaster, he needs someone to take care of him.
With tags like “Hurt/Comfort” and “Derek Takes Care of Stiles” this fic pulls me in right off the bat. I love this fic, beginning to end. Stiles having human injuries and human emotions about being injured and I just thoroughly enjoy this fic, always.
“Do you need me to carry you?” Derek looks like anything Stiles says in an affirmative response will only result in him being thrown out the window.
“I-” Stiles squints at Derek. Apparently his lack of response is not good enough for the werewolf, so he takes it upon himself to try and shift Stiles into a sitting position on the bed. “Whoa, head rush. Ow.” Stiles brings his hands to rub at his temples, eyes shut in pain. The throbbing is getting unbearable now.
Stiles gets sick and Derek gets guilty. They work it out though and it’s the cutest, softest thing ever ❤️