so like stiles figured it out himself

Just a bit of seasonal fluff in which there is pining and misunderstandings and awkward car rides in the snow on Christmas Eve. Happy Holidays!

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“What,” Stiles says, and he’s aware that he doesn’t quite make it a question, but he currently can’t feel his toes so he figures he’s allowed.

“Do you want a ride home or not?” Derek huffs impatiently, each word forming a visible cloud in the cold night air as he digs around in Stiles’ trunk to grab as many bags as he can carry and transfer them to his own car.

“No, but seriously. What.” Stiles has got his arms wrapped around himself against the chill, bouncing on the balls of his feet to try to keep warm, and he can’t stop glancing surreptitiously at his stalled Jeep like he can make it start running again out of sheer desperation. When he called his dad to tell him he’d broken down thirty miles out of town on his way back home for winter break, the last thing he was expecting was an equally surly as he is scruffy werewolf to come and collect him.

Derek throws the last bag into his car, closes the hatch a little too roughly, and sighs at Stiles in exasperation. “I am doing you a favor right now. The correct response is, ‘thank you, Derek, please enjoy the next two hours of my shutting up.’”

“Yeah right,” Stiles snorts.

Derek mutters something up at the sky and then gets into the driver’s side. Stiles would argue more, but he’s not an idiot, so he scrambles to get into the passenger side before Derek decides to leave without him.

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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. 

“Lydia Martin isn’t exactly an open book when it comes to Stiles. The depth of her emotions for Stiles are concealed under carefully constructed disinterest. Lydia is a sharp contrast to Stiles’ completely honest and open approach. Slowly, bit by bit, the Teen Wolf writers pull back on Lydia’s Stiles Stilinski layers.

When Lydia accidentially steps on a werewolf trap, it’s up to Stiles to free her without triggering the device. Unfortunately, Stiles is ungoing a major mind whammy in Season 3; like losing the ability to read. It makes deciphering those very necessary instructions impossible. Both Lydia and Stiles are quite invested in Lydia keeping all her appendages, so she gives Stiles a boost of confidence with blunt honesty. Lydia tells Stiles he’s too smart to need instructions and he’s “the one who always figures it out.”

Lydia’s intelligence is what Stiles admires most about her. It is nice to discover Lydia feels the same way about him. It’s Lydia’s belief in Stiles that made Stiles believe in himself.”

Maybe it’s just me, but I think Lydia clings to him a little too tightly for it to be “just friends.”

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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 >.

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.

so, hey, let's be friends.

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1z3zdp5

by standinginanicedress

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.

Words: 29516, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1z3zdp5
Claudia

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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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.