so like stiles figured it out himself

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“Soo??” Your face rested excitedly in your palms as you leaned forward.
“So, what?” Stiles joked.
“Come on!” You punched your brother, “Who does Derek like?! It’s obvious he’s head over heals for someone!”
“He said it didn’t matter, and that its just some human.”
“‘Just some human, my ass.”
“Well, it’s gotta be someone we know, someone he spends a lot of time with- Derek wouldn’t just give himself up like that for some random chick…”
“What are you guys doing?” Scott walked over to where you and Stiles were eating at lunch.
“Figuring out who Derek likes,” you raised your eyebrows as you shoved another fry in your mouth.
“Isn’t it obvious??”
“You know?!” You and stiles immediately dropped your food.
“Who doesn’t? It’s so obvious he likes you, y/n!”
“Me?? So I’m 'just some human’!”
“Y/N, we’re talking about Derek. Any emotion given to him is a sign of weakness,” Scott rolled his eyes.
“So for how long has this been going on?” Stiles asked, “we’ve been trying to figure this out for two years now.”
“Um, I’d say since he met her,” Scott winked at you.
“Are you serious?” You laughed.
“Why do you think he’s always been over protective of you? That’s why he always disappears when you get back with Eric, he can’t stand to see with anyone else but him. He really likes you.”
“We need to mess with him,” Stiles threw down his half eaten fry.
“Why?” You asked.
“Because when do we ever get the chance to mess up a vulnerable, love sick puppy?”
“True, so what should we do?” Scott asked.
“Oh I have just the plan…” Stiles maliciously grinned.

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You walked down the stairs, trying to hold up your dress. Stiles, Scott, Derek, Malia, and you were all headed out for a night on the town to celebrate your eighteenth birthday.
“Her Der, can you help me zip this up,” you said softly. He cleared his throat as he looked up at you in your little black dress. You brushed over your hair that hung in lose waves. Your makeup was perfectly done thanks to Malia- smokey eye and all. You could’ve sworn you saw Derek’s jaw drop.
“Um, sure…” He tried to keep his cool as he walked over and slowly slides the zipper up, “you look nice.”
“Thank you,” you suddenly suddenly laid a hand on his chest as you tried to put on your heals and he froze.
This was all a part of Stiles’ plan.
“Aw, look at my sister and Wolfie!”
Derek shot him a death glare.
“Come on let’s get a picture of you two!” He ushered you two together, “come on Derek smile big now!” Derek met your hopeful gaze and he immediately grinned, causing a shot of nerves to flood over you.
“Cheese!” Stiles snapped the picture, “you know you two would make a beautiful couple!”
Derek walked over to help you with your coat and opened the door for you, and you were off to the club.

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The music blaring, lights flashing, people were dancing away as your friends lifted up a toast to you.
“Happy Birthday little sister, here’s to many more!” Stiles motioned for everyone to click their glasses and take a sip.
“Hey Derek want to dance?” You whispered up into his ear.
“I’m good,” he politely declined, refusing to make eye contact.
“It’s my birthday! Come on!” He couldn’t say no to you and finally gave in as you led him onto the floor.
The music picked up as you began to wrap an arm around his neck and shimmy away.
He awkwardly swayed along, not matching the picking up beat. You ran a hand through his hair and he tried his hardest to remain straight faced.
You leaned in for a steamy kiss, and cue Stiles.
“DEREK! What are doing to my sister?!” He immediately pulled away.
“Stiles, she was all over me!” He barked.
“My sister?!” Stiles elaborated.
“Stiles you know I would never be forward with her like that!”
“I don’t believe you! You can’t even take your eyes off her for a minute!”
“Alright, I will admit she’s gorgeous, but I truly care about her and would never ever try to harm her!” He pulled Stiles away from the fist bumping track.
“She means the world to me and I would never use her like that! I go out of my way to treat her with the upmost respect because dam it Stiles, I love her! And it’s getting really hard to suppress any feelings! He stormed off.
"I mean I knew you liked her but not this much…”
“Wait a minute, you knew?!” He stopped dead in his tracks.
“Ya, we were just messing with you,” he laughed nervously.
“Derek, was all of that true?” You appeared and shifted nervously.
His face softened at your presence, “Forget about it.”
“Derek, no, I’m not just going to forget about someone saying they love me! You know it doesn’t make you weak to show an ounce of affection right, to let your guard down every now and then?”
“It’s true,” he signed, sticking his hand in his pockets. You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered, “I really care about you too.”
He wrapped his arms around you, but quickly pulled away to hand you a velvet box.
“Happy birthday,” he showed a hint of a smile.
“Derek,” you breathed as you opened it to reveal a dazzling diamond earrings, the ones you’ve been stopping to look at every time you pass by them at the mall for the last five months, “you didn’t have to…”
“I know, but that smile is worth it. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Your friends understood as you two headed off back to your house. You threw on some sweats and put on a movie as Derek made popcorn.
He smiled at you.
“What?”
“Nothing…”
“No, what?” You laughed.
“I don’t know how you can mange to look flawless in sweats, but you do.”
He reached over and shut off the TV and put on some Frank Sinatra.
“Can I have this dance?” He beckoned.
“Look who’s letting their guard down all on his own!” You accepted.
“Ya, and it feels amazing,” he pecked your nose as you twirled around your living room. It was the best birthday ever.

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So cheesy I know >.

Scott is so underrated though. and I am SO proud of him. Like he went one on one against the Beast, like hard core. Not just trying to attack him once,(no offense Liam, but I’m still very proud), he went after the beast again and again. And he protected all those people in the library and thus outed himself as a werewolf. And through all of this, he managed to get the Beast’s scent so he could figure out who it was. BAD. ASS. Scott is literally everything to me. 

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words: 669
Pairing: none
Warning: Sadness, sadness, and basically a lot of sadness.
Summary/Request: why stiles blames himself for the death of his mother.

note: I was watching Guardians of the Galaxy for the millionth time and I just really wanted to write this, so its inspired by that. 

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Stiles/Derek - so, hey, let's be friends.

Titleso, hey, let’s be friends.

Author: standinginanicedress (AO3)

Rating: Explicit (NC-17)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: ~30k

Side Pairings: brief Stiles/Isaac

Warnings: AU, bottom!stiles

Summary: Stiles has been fucking obsessed with famous werewolf author Derek Hale since he was fifteen years old and the first book came out. Like, embarrassingly obsessed. Like, had a poster of the guy hanging up on the wall above his bed, obsessed. When Hale moved back to Beacon Hills, Stiles just figured he’d hole himself up in his rebuilt mansion, writing his fourth book, never to fulfill Stiles’ endless daydreams about running into him and having the alpha fall madly in love with him.

It’s completely fucking improbable and nonsensical, would never happen in a million years, so of course Stiles somehow winds up in a no-strings-attached agreement with his literary idol, all while eating chicken McNuggets out of his pocket at random intervals and plotting the demise of the McFlurry mixer.

Comments: Very well written, absolutely hilarious at times with a healthy dose of angst also.  Fantastic fic.

okay but Stiles’s jeep is definitely an allegory for himself right? he puts the jeep back together using duct tape and without the proper work it needs, like he does with himself. there’s so many things wrong with the jeep, it still works, but it breaks down a lot and now much more often than it did before. and the line “how come you let it get so bad?” “there’s been a few distractions if you haven’t noticed”. stiles has been so caught up in making sure everyone else is okay and trying to save the pack and figuring out what the hell to do about these dread doctors, the Donovan situation, trying to hide his secrets without actually dealing with them and he’s been dealing with everything from before this season as well that’s just all been piling up. he’s been letting himself get so bad mentally that he’s just about ready to break because he isn’t taking care of himself. the important thing to him is saving the town and his friends and figuring out what’s wrong and his own health comes last in that equation. so when something gets bad he just puts duct tape on himself and keeps going but as malia said “maybe you should try something other than duct tape”

So, Hey, Let’s Be Friends - standinginanicedress (ao)

Word count: 29k

Rating: R

Summary: 

Stiles has been fucking obsessed with famous werewolf author Derek Hale since he was fifteen years old and the first book came out. Like, embarrassingly obsessed. Like, had a poster of the guy hanging up on the wall above his bed, obsessed. When Hale moved back to Beacon Hills, Stiles just figured he’d hole himself up in his rebuilt mansion, writing his fourth book, never to fulfill Stiles’ endless daydreams about running into him and having the alpha fall madly in love with him.
It’s completely fucking improbable and nonsensical, would never happen in a million years, so of course Stiles somehow winds up in a no-strings-attached agreement with his literary idol, all while eating chicken McNuggets out of his pocket at random intervals and plotting the demise of the McFlurry mixer.

Memories Pt.1 (Stiles Stilinski)

A/N: So, I started writing this with my own OC, but I figured it would be better as an imagine/one-shot. I wrote this in third person because I’m more comfortable with it. This is only a part of it, because it got like 2000+ words and I’m not sure if I should finish it, so if you like it, I’ll post the remainder of it. Under a read more because of its length.


“Stiles?” Pause. “You there?”

She huffed and started climbing the stairs to his room, mentally reminding herself to be careful when she rounds the corner less she wanted to face plant into the hardwood floor. Again.

Y/N stepped into his room, expecting to find Scott’s best friend, rummaging through some of his endless stuff, or inspecting his board, filled with what they knew about the Dread Doctors and the Desert Wolf. He put it on himself to figure things out, which he always did, and she did not mind one bit helping him in any way she could. He had gone through a lot and she couldn’t imagine what it was like being the only human in the pack.

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