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Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks - charlesdk - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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“Okay, how ‘bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

Of Glasses and Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 6810

“Okay, how ‘bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

Nothing To Lose (Nogitsune!Stiles Imagine)

Everything they know, everything they’ve learned, it was all me. I know it, I collect every piece of information in order to help them, I do my best to help Scott and Stiles to go thru any kind of struggle ever since Scott was bitten. But it seems like I disappeared from every picture or memory since Allison and Lydia arrived into the group, it was obvious considering she’s the love of Scott’s life or Stiles forever lasting third grade crush.

But what about their third partner in crime?

The latest danger was the Nogitsune, a dark spirit of a Kitsune that feeds of chaos and pain and see any kind of disaster he causes as a sick joke. And now it uses Stiles’ body as a host to cause this chaos around Beacon Hills and upon the pack.

I knew what his game was, I realized the repeating moves and got to understand the loop he got the pack into this whole time. I sorted it all while they were too busy to getting Stiles’ back instead of taking few steps back in order to see the whole board, to see the game.

They never listened, and when they did, it was either Allison or Lydia or even this new girl Kira that got the feedback on the great idea that I came up with.

I knew the Nogitsune’s game, and I knew where his next move leads.

Beacon Hills high school

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Dead Space from the Helm of the Pop Rock by callunavulgari
Words: 3,590
Teen
Comfort’s the hum and vibration of a plasma-pulse F20 core engine in mid-hyperspace drive. Ease is the steady, oxygenated chill from the central air circulation vents on a tight and narrow sweep of the outer rim of the Tramontane galaxy. Reality is the taste of sparkling water and roasted almonds at moon-rise. He catches Derek’s eyes from across the bar and chuckles when the man raises an eyebrow, tapping his watch and holding up nine fingers.

Well, Stiles thinks, raising his glass in a sloppy salute. If he’s going to be stranded on a white-zoned planet with a penchant for bad music and the walking dead, at least he’s got a pretty face to look at.

The Hidebehind (This Town is Gonna Eat You)by auroradream🎯
Words: 4,034
Teen
Stiles stops in front of the how-to books and mutters under his breath, “DIY Plumbing? Resume Writing? Come on, where’s the stuff this town actually needs: Druids and You; Protective Circles for Dummies; How to Face a Coven and Still Graduate on Time?”

Listening discreetly at the front of the shop, Derek nearly knocks over a display rack.

“Even a flamethrower assembly guide. That might work.”

[An AU where Derek owns a Beacon Hills book store, and Stiles has a monster to kill.]

Silver Road  by appolsaucy
Words: 11,326
Mature
They rolled through the darkness until Derek’s eyes gave up trying to pierce through it and he let himself float, nothing but summer breeze and Stiles and his heart in his throat. It was the freest he’d ever felt.

He turned to tell Stiles, who lurched over the console and kissed him.

That’s messed up. by countrygirlsfun 🎯
Words: 17,319
Teen
“So let me see if I got this right, my son was cursed by drunk witches who weren’t following the rules of cursing people.”
“Pretty much, yes.”
“Right.”

Or the one where Stiles is cursed and logic is abandoned.

Bravery is a Loaded Gun by LiviKate
Words: 17,389
Explicit
“No, I’m not asexual, Stiles,” Derek said shortly.

The teen’s heart sank in his chest, his palms going clammy and his neck prickling with the familiar feeling of rejection.

“So then it’s,” Stiles swallowed, throat clogging, unable to give voice to the facts he would much rather ignore. The silence grew between them, growing tense the longer it was left. For the first time in years, Stiles couldn’t speak. The weight of inadequacy held down his typical stream of useless banter. What does one say in this sort of situation? ‘I’m sorry you don’t find me attractive?’

Against the Edge of the Sky by sahbeL
Words: 34,452
Teen
He and Stiles just didn’t drift in the same orbit these days. Derek could probably count with two hands the number of times he’s seen the younger man in the past four years. And half of those times Stiles hadn’t even seen him back.

And no, he hadn’t really noticed the absence.

Or, the future fic where Stiles has become a BAMF and no one in the pack noticed because he’s a sneaky little shit and didn’t tell anyone until it ends up blowing up in everyone’s faces.

Series
Tell me what Pack Means  by afullrevolution 🎯
Words: 22,511
Works: 2
Mature
Fourteen days into a two year mission, Stiles finds out that his companion for the voyage is a werewolf. Stiles wants to know what it means.

Derek definitely teases Stiles when he finds out that he needs glasses at 25, because he can no longer see the tickets he’s writing. That makes it even worse when he discovers he needs glasses himself only 5 years later.

“You’re a werewolf and you need glasses, that’s so much better then when I needed them,” Stiles teases, but stops when he sees Derek in his glasses, his words stuck in his throat. 

“Do they look bad?” Derek asks, regretting all the times he ribbed Stiles for his black framed glasses when he had first gotten them, because now he knew he was going to get it all thrown back at him. 

Stiles swallows before he says, “No, they look great.  We’re going to have a lot of fun with this actually.”

He then grabs Derek by the lapels of his jacket and pulls him in to kiss him. “We aren’t role playing,” Derek mutters into Stiles’ mouth, but kisses him back.

“Sure thing, Mr. Hale,” Stiles says, nipping at Derek’s lip and eliciting a groan.

They role play, Derek will never admit how much he likes it, but he really likes it. 

Stiles says the glasses are the best thing to come into their sex life since they reenforced the ceiling and got a swing put in their bedroom. 

God, I really, really want a steter fic where Stiles is touch-starved and hides it from everyone else, and he tries to tell himself he’s fine because he has no problem hugging his dad or throwing his arm over Scott’s shoulder or nudging Derek’s arm, really, he’s fine–

but he’s totally not because no one touches him. Scott’s scared of his own body, Stiles and the other betas aren’t close, Derek is Derek, his father –okay his dad hugs him when he can but lbr, his father’s always swamped with work and they don’t see much of each other– and Stiles just really needs some cuddle time, okay? 

But it’s not like he can ask or tell anyone. It’s embarrassing and stupid, and God, why can’t he just be normal? 

Because for all that he tries to ignore it, it is a problem. Like, when they’re at a pack meeting and when Derek brushes Stiles’ hand as he reaches for a glass, Stiles freezes. Or like when one of Stiles’ teammates punches him in the shoulder for making a good pass during the game and Stiles’ shoulder tingles for the next fifteen minutes. Or like when he’s being targeted by a particularly touchy witch and the witch has to paint him in blood for a ritual and despite the awfulness Stiles has to work a little harder than usual to will himself to fight back.

Seriously. It’s a problem. 

But he thinks he can manage it. He thinks if he touches his friends enough and avoids being touched accidentally, it’ll be fine. It’ll go away. It has to. 

But then Peter notices, and he’s always wanted Stiles, always has and always will, and here’s this perfect, beautifully tragic opportunity, and he’ll do nothing less than take full advantage of it.

and Stiles freaks out shies away at first because omg wtf Peter??? but it just feels so nice and Peter starts slow and easy, like Stiles is a frightened animal, and he doesn’t make it obvious what he’s doing and Stiles thinks maybe he’s not doing it on purpose, maybe this is just a werewolf thing and since Peter’s the only werewolf who likes Stiles and doesn’t hate himself, it’s normal, right? Stiles will just ignore it until it goes away.

But Peter keeps at it, keeps pushing Stiles’s lines, until finally Stiles lets him do it because he’s just so tired and Peter makes him feel so good – not even in a sexual way, just – being touched reminds Stiles that he’s a person, it grounds him and reminds him that he’s real, and soon enough Stiles stops shying away. He presses into it and Peter takes that as a sign that he can push even more, and somehow Stiles ends up with his side pressed up against Peter’s and Peter’s fingers brushing through his hair, and he can’t give this up, okay? He can’t, and he won’t. 

In the end they both get what they want.

please, just give me all the touch-starved fic omg