who are you not friends with derek

anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: In a canon setting, except Stiles is older, went to highschool with Derek and was friend with him. He can be a deputy at the beginning, trying to deal with a newly bitten Scott, whom he considers a little brother, and the return of Derek, his friend from school and old (current) crush. Do you think it's a good idea?

So, turns out I love this idea more than anything, and I have so many ideas about this and how it would proceed, but I’m not rewriting the first season, okay. I’m not.


Stiles was very cold, very wet, and very tired, because it was midnight, raining, and he was out in the preserve looking for a body.

Half a body.

They had the bottom half, they just had to find the part they could actually ID.

East side clear, the radio on his shoulder crackled, and his dad’s voice responded for the pair of deputies to head north to meet up with the K9 team. Everything cool was happening on the northside, and yet Stiles was stuck on the southside of the preserve, with Jordan Parrish.

Jordan Parrish of unending optimism and energy.

How he got paired up with the newbie, he’d never know.

Okay, he would, because technically he was also a newbie, except he really wasn’t. Sure, he might’ve been somewhat new to being employed as a deputy of the Sheriff’s Station of Beacon County, but he’d literally grown up in that station; not one person there could say he was really a rookie.

“God, this sucks,” Stiles muttered, sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the wet and muddy ground in front of him. So far he’d found all of two dead rabbits and some dog shit someone didn’t clean up, so, real thrilling night here. Great search.

“Could be worse,” Parrish responded lightly with a shrug, and Stiles rolled his eyes at the darkness in front of him.

“Don’t say Afghanistan.”

The audible smirk in the following pause told him that was exactly what Parrish was about to say.

“I’d rather be a little damp than have sand in my boots, any day.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t step in that puddle.” Stiles’ foot was still freezing and squelched even more than the muddy forest floor beneath it.

It sucked that a woman died, yes, but Stiles was also having a rotten time.

Time passed, there were more updates of nothing found over the radio, a couple dog barks in the distance, and still they found no body.

Given that it was almost one in the morning and everyone Stiles normally talked to was either at home asleep or out in the woods with him on the radio, it took a second for his ringing cellphone to register beyond a mild annoyance that Parrish would have his phone on that loud during his shift.

“You gonna get that?” Parrish asked, and Stiles frowned at him for a second before realizing that was indeed his ringtone, and if someone was calling this late, it was probably something serious.

He only glanced at the caller ID for the briefest second as he answered.

“Yo, Scotty, what’s up?” He was about to add that he couldn’t talk right then when Scott’s panicked babbling steamrolled through his mind.

“Stiles! Oh god, you have to come get me! You’re in the preserve right? Because I’m pretty sure I’m lost, and something bit me, and—”

“Wait, hang on, you’re where?” He was tired, he was struggling to keep up with everything, and Scott was breathing like he would be needing his inhaler in about five seconds. “Why the hell are you in the woods, you know we’re looking for a body right?” he hissed into the phone, glancing briefly at Parrish, who was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Problem, Stiles?”

He shook his head, trying to act casual as Scott frantically rambled out,

“I’m by the west entrance to the preserve, I think? Stiles, I don’t know what the hell it was, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m bleeding, and I can’t find Erica—”

“Erica’s with you?” Christ, it just got better and better. “Okay, stay where you are, I’ll come find you and I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out for Erica.”

That didn’t calm Scott down at all.

“You can’t do that, her parents would kill her if cops brought her home! You know how crazy they are!”

Stiles rubbed at his forehead. He was cold and wet and tired and now he was getting a headache. “Yes, because she has epilepsy, Scott! She could die out here.” Parrish was coming over, looking concerned. “Just stay where you are, we’re coming.”

He hung up with a frustrated huff.

“Scott’s out here?” Parrish asked, already heading south, so clearly that phone call hadn’t been as discreet as Stiles would’ve liked. At least he seemed to be going with it—despite appearances, not a total stickler for the rules. Good to know.

“And Erica. They went looking for the body.” They must’ve heard the call on the old police scanner in Stiles’ jeep. He needed to stop letting Scott borrow his car. And Scott needed to learn to stand up to Erica’s insane whims, because there was no way this wasn’t her idea.

They walked in silence for a second before Parrish said, “You know you’d do the same if you were their age, right?”

“Shut up.”

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[All of this happened because I wanted to write something about Stiles not being able to sleep without his pillow. Spoiler alert: his pillow is Derek.]

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Derek tries not to look too hurt when Stiles says he’s going back to Washington, but when the Sheriff claps his back and Scott offers him a friendly hug, he knows he failed. But after everything, after the other night - it just doesn’t feel fair.

-

“It was a nice road trip, wasn’t it?” Stiles had said after they’ve won, after everything was done, their friends were alive and fine and Derek finally got his loft back. “I mean, we had some fun, right?”

Derek smiled without looking away from the flowers the Sheriff got him as a housewarming gift. “Yeah.” He answered, finally turning around. “It was nice to spend time with you.” It was more than nice and he cursed himself for not being able to say it, still, after everything, after the nights spent driving and talking and fucking in deserted roads.

“Yeah.” Stiles agreed easily. He was the one who started it after all, always showing up to save Derek - despite Derek saving him back plenty of times - always being there, trusting him, smiling and laughing like Derek makes him happy. “What will you do now that you’re a free man again?”

Derek shrugged. “I always wanted to start a farm, maybe raise some sheep?” When Stiles blinked at him, surprised, Derek let out a snort.

“Fuck you, I almost believed it!” Stiles said, punching his shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.” Derek shook his head, still smiling. 

You’re ridiculous.” Stiles stressed, his hand still on Derek’s shoulder, touching, teasing. “I’m -“ Derek didn’t let him finish then, turning around and just pressing their lips together.

He didn’t want to listen then - and in hindsight maybe he should’ve - but without the haste, the guilt of having a nice time whilst their friends could be dying, Derek couldn’t wait, he just wanted to worship Stiles’ body, just wanted to kiss all the places he couldn’t reach before when they were squeezed in the backseat of Stiles’ car. 

And so he did, he made Stiles moan his name the entire night and he moaned Stiles’ own just as louder. Just to have his heart crushed the morning after.

-

“I’m gonna miss you.” Stiles says, his Jeep packed and ready to go. To leave everything behind.

It’s unfair, Derek knows. Stiles didn’t make promises and neither did he, but he can’t help how he feels. He understands Stiles doesn’t want to be in Beacon Hills anymore and that’s his choice, but Derek made his own and he’s tired of running away.

He’s never felt closer to his family than when he’s here, he’s already lost enough and he doesn’t want to lose his home. But somehow, as Stiles drives away, he feels like he just did.

-

I miss you, Derek thinks every day, staring at the black screen of his phone and wondering if he should actually write those words and send them to Stiles. He decides against it and despite the fact he was joking before, on the third day after Stiles left, Derek buys a farm.

He tells Lydia first during lunch at her favorite restaurant - she was adamant they had to become best friends and Derek enjoys her company so he lets it happen easily - and she tells him he’s not allowed to wear plaid around her. Then he tells Scott and two days later, he shows up at Derek’s front door with all kinds of seeds - “We need pumpkins for Halloween, Derek. Make it happen!”.

It’s something to do with his hands, something to work on. Create life, instead of ending them, build things, instead of destroying. He feels good, better and healing. Cora says he’s calmer now and Derek smiles, despite knowing she won’t be able to see him, and tells her he is.

Some days Stiles texts him, others he doesn’t. Derek reads the ones he has every night before going to bed, but he never answers them.

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By Suzanne Moore

Yet there was a time when you could walk around London or New York and see these gaunt faces, marked with sarcomas, and everyone you hung out with was dying. The official culture was in denial. Sometimes it was easier to be. I remember seeing Derek Jarman at a play. At that point he was blind. I didn’t want to see him like that. And then my friend was queer-bashed on the way home. Freddie Mercury died. Keith Haring died. Eazy- E from NWA died. Denholm Elliott died. Rock Hudson died. Fela Kuti died. And my uncle who wasn’t famous or even my actual uncle died. One of my friends lost seven people who were all under 30.”

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.


You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 

The Long Game - Derek Hale Imagine

Requested by @derangedangelImagine request :) Reader is the same age as Scott & the others but has a crush on Derek & is always flirting with him but Derek doesn’t reciprocate those feelings because of the age difference. But reader is in it for the “long game.” Like a GMW Maya & Josh situation. A few years later reader comes back & Derek likes her back. Thanks :D

Word Count: 4,502

Warning: Derek being abused and injured. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Y/N couldn’t keep her lips from forming into a smirk as she saw Derek’s picture appear on her phone. She had just moved back to Beacon Hills earlier today into her new apartment. She had spent most of the day unpacking her boxes, and was already in bed watching a movie on her laptop. She quickly swiped her thumb across the phone and answered. “Hello, stranger. It’s after midnight. No guy ever calls a girl after midnight except for one-" 

"Y/N…” Derek interrupted followed by a loud growl. Y/N could hear Derek’s heartbeat going crazy and his labored breathing. What caught her attention was hearing another heartbeat. “I need you." 

His voice was filled with worry, which caused Y/N to sit up straight in her bed alarmed. "Derek, where are you?”

“I don’t know…” he whispered unexpectedly. He no longer sounded like he was in pain or fighting against someone. He now sounded weak and hurt.

“Derek, I need you to talk to me. What do you see?” She asked as she quickly got out of bed to get dressed.

“I can’t… see anything…” he mumbled. She rushed as she heard his heartbeat getting weaker by the second.

She swallowed hard as she closed her eyes, letting a tear fall down her cheek. She was absolutely terrified for him. “Derek… I’m going to come and get you, okay? But I need to call Stiles to help me. Can you answer the phone if I call you back?”

“My phone… is going to die…”

“Fuck!” She whispered to herself. She put on her shoes as an idea crossed her mind. “After you hang up with me, turn off your phone and save the battery for about 10 minutes. That’ll be about the time it will take me to get to Stiles’ office at the police station. I’ll call you back but you have to answer, okay?”

“O… kay…” he mumbled weakly.

“Derek?” Her voice trembled. He hummed a small ‘yes’. “Please answer the phone." 

"I promise,” he said before he hung up and turned off his phone like he was told to do. 

Y/N grabbed her keys before rushing to her car. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Stiles’ number. For some strange reason a flashback flooded her mind to the first time she went to Stiles for help with Derek.

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inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Okay…?”

Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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Know what these pictures bring to mind?

Super mountain man author Derek living in the middle of the woods, keeps to himself because brooding writer stereotypes and also people are the worst. So he’s legit like in the mountains somewhere, a ridiculously long way away from everything and it’s quiet and peaceful, and he can shift and go running without running into campers or people going skiing. He chops wood, he drinks coffee on his porch overlooking the valley, he writes—it’s peaceful and it’s quiet and he loves it.

And then one morning, he’s sitting on his porch, drinking his coffee and minding his own business, and a fucking serial killer wanders out of the woods. Dingy hat with a huge beard, looking like some crazy libertarian nutjob who lives in a tent to avoid the government taking his guns.

He’s a werewolf, but Derek doesn’t mess with serial killers, so he freezes and stares and hopes that if he doesn’t move, the serial killer just won’t see him. The guy looks a little rough around the edges, to say the least. It could happen.

Except the serial killer does eventually notice him, and he also freezes and stares, and seems to be…scared of him? Of the guy wearing flannel and drinking coffee with a book on his own front porch?

Turns out the serial killer is actually Stiles, out in the wilderness looking for his best friend Scott, who went on a camping trip with a couple college friends and hasn’t been heard from since. And Stiles is not actually a serial killer, just a really unequipped college kid roaming the woods, pretty damn lost, with a Tracking for Dummies book jammed in the bottom of his backpack.

And I mean living off trail mix and beef jerky levels of unequipped.

Like, the second this kid heard the rangers even start to suggest that they’d exhausted their resources, he said, “fuck you, I’ll find him myself” and took off into the mountains with his college backpack and the cheapest tent he could find.

So once Derek realizes that the not-serial killer is even more freaked out than he is, all he sees is a really pathetic, sore, and exhausted ball of rage and determination and offers him coffee. And actual food. And a shower because all he can smell is beef jerky.

Stiles is understandably weirded out because this dude offering him food definitely looks like a mountain man serial killer who cut himself off from society so no one would hear his victims’ screams.

There’s a lot of appearance-based assumptions all around.

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summersaltturn  asked:

"Have anyone told you you have the most intimidating nostrils I've ever seen?"

“Yeah, I won an award, junior year,” Derek answers, frowning at his new IKEA (bought and built, all in a soft Henley sweater; Stiles knows, he supervised) book-shelf, like he hasn’t just finished a seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts. A seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts alone.

Derek Hale: epic nerd and assembler of easy-to-build IKEA products. Of course, Stiles thinks, cursing his stupid Professor and DIY kinks. Why not? The worst part is, he doesn’t even think those kinks are sexual. It’s just….a thing. That he has. A Derek thing. The Butterflies That Live In His Stomach were trying so desperately to move on with their lives, too. They’d shopped around. Hired a real-estate agent. They were ready, goddammit!  

Derek settles on a book - Stiles is pretty sure it also has the word ‘artefacts’ in the title - and sighs, all feigned nostalgia, and glances over his shoulder. “It was a golden nose, too. Across the bottom it said,” he pauses, grinning, “Stiles Stilinski needs to get a life.”

Stiles opens his mouth, clutches his chest, because rude much? Is it his fault Derek’s nostrils belong in some kind of anatomy museum? Is it his fault his Saturday nights are spent playing video games in his underwear, when his week days are spent chasing down monsters and researching things like how Scott and Erica managed to contract chicken pox when stabbing them does, like, nothing? (Except get Erica excited because she’s a beautiful, terrifying weirdo.) The moment he tries to tell Derek this, however, a copy of - is that Pride and Prejudice? - is thrown at his head. 

Stiles doesn’t know if he’s more offended when Derek rolls his eyes when it misses him, or the concerned look that crosses his face when the book sails past him and lands in an empty pizza box, like Derek is worried if it’s okay or not. 

And to think, Stiles was going to screw up his courage and finally invite Derek to see a movie this weekend. In an actual theatre. Where people go to be normal. Well, the laugh is on Derek because Stiles is going to buy the big popcorn and he’s going to enjoy it all on his own. 

Yeah, that’ll show him. 

~

“Has anyone ever told you your eyebrows could star in a disturbing kid’s movie about caterpillars?” 

Stiles is drunk. No, he’s wasted. Hammered. Loaded. Completely and utterly shit faced. Which is probably why instead of ending up on his ass on the floor, Derek just pinches the bridge of his nose, tips his head against the back of the couch and says, “what.” Not even a hint of inflection.

This dude, Stiles thinks, and then laughs because, ohmygod, Derek is this dude now. Not that dude or whoa, what are you doing crawling through my window, dude? but this dude. And that’s kind of beautifully heart warming, in its own way. 

Really, Stiles should write into Hallmark. It could be a trilogy. A Gay Trilogy ™. Bisexuals on ice. Except, without the ice because Stiles doesn’t know how to skate. Can Derek skate? Stiles totally bets Derek can skate.   

Speaking of Derek, he’s got this little crinkle on his forehead now, right between his eyebrows, and man, they really are very nice eyebrows. Animated but nice. A little dramatic but nice. Murderous but nice.

“What,” Derek says again, looking more confused than annoyed by the second. Stiles really wants to kiss him.

Instead, he stares. Stares and stares and stares.

Shit.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, he begins laughing uncontrollably and before he knows it, he’s clutching his sides and has his face pressed against Derek’s chest, because the hilarity is killing him. 

Because this is them now. Drinking peach-snaps at Derek’s loft, on a couch filled with throw pillows. Throw pillows. One is even soft and pink and frilly and another has a picture of the pack on it. Granted, no one is looking at the camera but Derek, Boyd and Kira and Derek is not so much looking at the camera as yelling at Stiles (holding the camera) for eating his secret stash of cookies, but it’s nice. It’s a nice picture. There is a plain black pillow too, of course. Somewhere. Stiles might be sitting on it, actually. He figures one can only expect so much when it comes to sour-wolves but Erica glued little cat ears on it last week and Derek said nothing. Fuck, he’d even smiled.

It says a lot about what a secret softie Derek is when it comes to vulnerable, drunk-ass people, because he doesn’t push Stiles away; just lets him laugh and laugh until he passes out, drooling on his chest. 

When Stiles wakes up, Derek’s sweater is pretty soaked through but he hasn’t moved an inch. He does, however, tell Stiles he snores like a deranged goose and that he owes him a pastry later.

He doesn’t even ask for a specific kind, Stiles chastises in his head, falling back to sleep. He’s in love with a pastry idiot. 

~

“Do you know when you smile, you brighten up the whole damn room?”

The question clearly catches Derek off guard because he falls head first…into a duck pond. 

Stiles’ first reaction is to jump in after him - he hates to admit it, but he gets a little nervous around water when Derek is with him; there have been several incidents where he’s unconsciously grabbed Derek’s hand in order to drag him away from pools and, one time, a very large puddle - but when Derek emerges, wearing his someone is about to die face, Stiles can’t be held accountable for the way he falls to the ground because, yup, that’s a tiny, outraged duckling perched on top of Derek’s head.   

“Oh my god,” he yells, rolling onto his back and kicking his legs in the air. He feels like a kid, grabbing his stomach, water practically pouring from his eyes. This was, quite possibly, the best day of his life.

Normally, Derek would be yelling threats - several, in fact, some in Spanish because he’s a show off - but he just stands there….in the middle of a fucking pond. The duckling is still sitting on his head, like he or she plans to set up home there and it’s so adorable Stiles thinks he actually coos out loud.

Still, Derek still doesn’t say anything. Not even when Stiles coos again, very, very deliberately. (And Scott said his middle name could never be Danger, pffft.) Stiles can’t actually guess what Derek is going to do but he doesn’t care. He looks a strange cross between wanting to murder someone - namely, Stiles - and a little kid who was told they couldn’t get a puppy only to get one on Christmas day anyway. 

Mostly, he just looks lost. And wet. Very, very wet. Somewhere out there, someone is playing It’s Raining Men and Stiles wants nothing more than to share this glorious moment with them. He’s just in the process of taking out his phone to at least snap a photo to send to the pack when - 

“Did you mean it?” Derek asks, and man, those water droplets just keep on running, don’t they. 

Stiles grins. “Did I mean for you to fall into a pond and adopt a new feathered friend? No but I think we can all agree-” 

Stiles.” 

Derek growls and it would be effective - at least in getting Stiles to help him out of the pond - if it wasn’t for the fact his ears were turning a little pink. A lot pink, actually and - 

Oh.

Sitting up, Stiles drags his butt over to the edge of the pond.

“Yeah,” he says. “I meant it. I mean, smiles can’t literally light up rooms, I know that, but when you smile it’s like…” He sighs and flaps his arms, suddenly nervous, hitting Derek in the process. The duckling practically glares at him and Stiles briefly wonders if he has competition here. 

Right. Better make this good then. He clears his throat. 

“It’s like, everything just makes sense for a little bit, you know? I look at you and it’s not that smiling is rare for you, at least not anymore, but it’s still pretty thrilling to see it and when you do I’m like, that’s some quality shit right there but then I get confused because it’s like, do I wanna punch it? Kiss it? Pet it? Who knows. Usually it depends on what you’re wearing.” 

Derek blinks and Stiles groans because, yeah, he just said that out loud. In real time. To Mr McGrumpy himself. Who is currently not reacting.

Great.

“Uh, I mean,” he attempts to correct himself but it’s too late. Derek is already slowly pulling him in and pressing his lips to his in what is the single most innocent, chaste kiss of Stiles’ life - because, you know, duckling and head movements - but somehow, it still manages to be perfect. 

“Nice,” Stiles whispers, after, waggling his eyebrows.

Derek snorts and kisses him again.

~

“Turn it off,” Derek whines, nuzzling further into Stiles’ neck. “This is why I leave my phone in the kitchen. Like we discussed.

Stiles tries to swat him, ends up kissing his temple. Sue him, he’s tired. “Says the person who can afford to leave their phone in the kitchen. We don’t all have supernatural hearing, asshole.”

Derek whines again. “You also have the worst taste in ringtones.”

Stiles gasps, suddenly sitting up. Well, he tries to. When your boyfriend is made of muscle and is half lying on top of you, it makes moving a lot more difficult. Not that Stiles is really complaining. Much. “I’ll have you know Bushes of Love is a Star Wars parody classic.”    

Derek rolls his eyes, Stiles can feel it, says, “just answer it, sweetums.” 

“Ugh,” Stiles grimaces, “I already told you I’m sorry for the pet-name thing. It was an accident!”

“Calling me your ‘slutty buddy’ in front of your dad was meant as a pet name?”

“It sounded better in my head!”  

Derek groans and wraps an “exasperated” arm around Stiles’ waist. Oh. So. Exasperated. Stiles grins. “Answer. Your. Phone.” 

Stiles finds his phone on the fifth try.

He has fifteen missed calls, all from Erica. Texts too. Every single one is a link to some article online, followed by a string of heart and eggplant emojis.   

Young Love and the Ugly Duckling’,” Stiles reads, clicking on the link. “Uhhh, Derek?” He prods him. 

What.” 

There’s a picture of us in the online Beacon Gazette,” looking into each other’s eyes, like a pair of love sick fools, Stiles wants to add because, wow, is he really that obvious when he looks at Derek? To be fair though, Derek isn’t much better and he is the one with an angry bird on his head.

He prods Derek again and again until he finally gives in, makes him look at the phone. 

“Huh,” he says, blinking at it. “Fred looks pretty pissed that I’m kissing you.” His face breaks out in a smug grin and Stiles rolls his eyes. Hard. 

“You are aware Fred is a duckling, right?” 

“Yes.” Derek grins harder, showing all his teeth, although his cheeks do colour slightly when he catches Stiles’ eye. 

Stiles sighs, totally not fond. “They couldn’t have come up with a better title, though?” he asks, brandishing his phone. “The Ugly Ducking, really?” 

Yeah,” Derek says, frowning. “I mean, I wouldn’t go as far as to call you ugly.” He laughs and Stiles smacks him across the chest with a loud, “hey!”

They both turn back to look at the picture. 

“We look so stupid,” Stiles whispers, shaking his head and biting his thumb. We fit, he thinks. We look like we fit. 

Leaning in, Derek smiles at him. “We do,” he agrees, burying his face back into the warmth of Stiles’ neck, muttering something about home and content and stupid Star Wars parodies.

Stiles snaps a selfie, captions it goals, and sends it to Erica. 

Long Angsty Sterek Fics

All at least 20k words long (by request)

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

By Any Other Name by entanglednow

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

Don’t Speak by fatale

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

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imagine Derek wanting to propose but getting so nervous that he ends up shifting and padding over to Stiles as a wolf with the ringbox between his teeth. He knows it’s stupid but he really wants to do this and can’t figure out a different way to get over his nerves and h figures stiles won’t mind. Stiles sees how carefully Derek comes over to him, with something small, just about the right size to fit into his palm in his mouth and he thinks maybe Derek is sheepish. He sees him looking at him intensely and expectantly and nervously when he drops the thing in his hand. And Stiles grins and tries to hold back on the urge to laugh and tease because OMG DEREK YOU’RE  FINALLY ADMITTING YOU WANNA PLAY FETCH and he just hurls the ringbox across the room. Derek gives Stiles the most dead pan wolf look Stiles has ever seen. He shifts back just so he can judge stiles some more with his eyebrows. “Are you kidding me?” He asks when he realizes the surprised and confused look on Stiles’ face, who is still quite amused because he is never not amused by all the potential dog jokes. “Oh come on, Der, we both know you’d enjoy it, why can’t you just let yourself go for a moment?” Stiles asks. Derek stalks over to the ring box and back to Stiles. “Good boy-” Stiles starts with a cheeky grin. But then Derek flips the box open to reveal the ring “I was trying to propose, idiot.” And it’s the most non glorious engagement, Derek standing there butt naked with furrowed eyebrows, staring at stiles and wondering how he was so in love with this guy who bursts out laughing at the whole situation and doesn’t hesitate to immediately call all his friends and tell this story. After he says yes and hugs and kisses Derek like crazy ofc

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Oh my gosh, yes! I love this.

(I’m laughing so hard right now, this just made my day)

anonymous asked:

Fav long fics?!

Since I don’t know exactly what long fics are to you, here’s a list of my fave 50k+ fics in no particular order :)

Kaleidoscope by Vendelin [E, 54k]

Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It’s nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it’s not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he’s already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head…

Safety in Silence by Survivah [M, 66k]

It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

Easy Trouble by Survivah [M, 55k]

Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell

“Make love to me,” Derek demands.

What.

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis) [M, 116k]

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)  

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach [E, 76k]

“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

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Teen Wolf Preference

PREFERENCE: HE SAYS I LOVE YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Scott McCall

I couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened. Scott told me he loved me. He didn’t even realize he said it. He just said it and then went to lacrosse practice. Even worse now it seems as if he was avoiding me. I sighed slamming my head against my locker.

“ew you reek of desperation what’s got you so emotionally unstable?” My bestfriend Malia asked opening her locker that was beside mine.

“nothing it’s just that Scott might have said a thing but I’m not sure if he meant that thing he said and I guess if he didn’t mean it that would be okay but I want him to mean it and now I’m worried that he’ll be weired out that I want him to mean it and you know now he’s avoiding me which makes me think he actually didn’t mean it and I’m just so confused and that’s why I can’t stop rambling.” I said finally stopping to take a deep breath.

“well what did he say?” Malia asked slamming her locker door shut.

“well he said I love you.” I said looking at my shoes.

“wow.” She said looking at me.

“yeah I know.” I sighed again.

“well good luck with that.” Malia said walking away.

“thanks for all your help.” I called.

I let Lydia give me a ride home, I knew I couldn’t face Scott at least not yet. I was sitting at the kitchen island doing my homework when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to reveal Scott. He was smiling like the cute puppy that he is. I wondered if he was here to talk about the thing.

“hey did I leave my lacrosse jersey here?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes. Really Scott really?

“I don’t remember where I put it.” He added looking in his lacrosse bag.

“Yeah you don’t remember a lot of things lately.” I mumbled hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“wait what?” He asked stopping what he was doing and looked at me.

“No your jersey isn’t here. Need anything else?” I asked.

Scott gave me a confused look.

“are we okay?” Scott asked grabbing my shoulders.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’ll see you at the game tonight.” I said not looking at him.

“okay well I love you.” He said dropping his hands and picking his lacrosse bag back up.

My head snapped up as soon as the words left his lips.

“what did you just say?” I asked

“I said I love you. I told you earlier today. Did you not hear me?” He asked confused.

“I did but I didn’t think you knew you said it and then you were ignoring me and that made me think that you didn’t actually mean what you said and I was just so confused…” I started but was cut off by Scott’s lips on mine.

“of course I meant it. I wasn’t ignoring or at least wasn’t trying to I was just busy. But I mean it when I say I love you y/n.” Scott said resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you too Scott.”

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Stiles Stilinski

It was as if my whole world was falling apart. I was trying to stay positive but the realization that my Stiles might be gone killed me. He was being possessed by an evil fox spirit and we had been trying everything to get him back but nothing was working. I was sitting on Scott’s couch as the pack discussed what to do next.

“killing him might be our only option.” Aiden said crossing his arms.

I stood up balling my fists.

“you even try to hurt him I swear to god I’ll take a handful of wolfsbane and shove it down your throat.” I growled at Aiden.

Aiden’s eyes got wide as I threatened him.

“look nobody is hurting or killing anyone okay were going to figure this out.” Scott said sighing.

I sat back down silently praying that we could get my Stiles back. I missed him. I missed how nervous he got around me and I miss how he geeked about everything. I was craving his touch and his lips. It killed me that he wasn’t here right now. The worst part is I think I’m in love with him and I’ll never get to tell him. Scott was about to say something else when the lights started flickering before going out completely.

“what’s going on?” Lydia asked panicking.

I heard Aiden growl and then glass shattering.

“It’s the oni and void, y/n Lydia get out of here.” Scott yelled.

I found Lydia’s hand in the dark and we started to sprint up the stairs. We got to the top but there was an oni blocking it. It pushed Lydia down the stairs before turning to me. I ran back down the stairs heading for Scott’s back door. I stopped seeing who was blocking the door.

“Stiles.” I breathed.

I knew it wasn’t him but I needed it to be.

“think again.” The void said laughing and approaching me.

I took a couple steps back but there was two oni members blocking me in.

“oops looks like you’re stuck here with me.” Void said laughing again.

I started to have a panic attack.

“Stiles please. I know you’re still in there. Please don’t do this. Stiles please.” I begged with tears in my eyes and in between shaky breaths.

Suddenly Void screamed. It looked like it was in pain.

“Y/n go now.” Stiles screamed moving out of the way.

“Stiles?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“hurry up I can’t fight it for long.” Stiles said groaning in pain.

I knew at that moment I should’ve ran but instead I walked over and kissed his lips. I needed him and I knew that if I didn’t do it now I might regret it.

“please y/n I don’t want to hurt you. I love you.” Stiles said letting a tear slip down his cheek.

Stiles pushed me towards the door and I ran. I ran until I couldn’t see the house anymore. I stopped to take a breath when I realized…

I didn’t say it back.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Derek Hale

“that was a close one.” I said wiping the sweat from my forehead.

“yeah speak for yourself.” my brother Scott said looking at the scratches that were healing on his torso.

“well you’ll heal.” Stiles said hopping in his jeep followed by Scott and myself.

We were trying to fight the alpha pack. Unfortunately our plan fell through so Ennis and Kali and the twins had chased us through the hospital. We managed to get away but not without a few bumps and bruises and well some scratches for Scott.

“Derek is going to lose his mind when he finds out.” Stiles said driving down the road towards Scott and I’s house.

“He’s not Scott’s alpha so it doesn’t matter.” I snapped from the back seat.

The truth is Derek acted like he controlled me all the time and it drove me crazy. Scott was my twin and I know he wouldn’t let anything happen to me but Derek for some reason thought he was incapable of protecting me. He treated me like I was a child. I couldn’t help without some comment from Derek.

“look Derek doesn’t have to know.” Scott said rubbing over his still healing chest.

“Damn Kali got you good.” I said looking at my brother with concern. 

Stiles pulled in our driveway and we were met with the hard glare of Derek Hale. Isaac stood behind him with a guilty look on his face. Damn I knew I shouldn’t have told him our plan.

“hey Derek buddy what’s happening.” Stiles said getting out of the jeep.

I got out with him glaring at Isaac.

“where’s Scott?” Derek asked Stiles but was looking at me.

“In the car uh sleeping yeah he was real tired.” Stiles said rubbing his neck nervously.

Scott hopped out of the car his chest still not fully healed.

“It was my idea Derek. The truth is I thought we could do it without you but if were going to take down an alpha pack we need everyone.” Scott said walking closer to Derek.

“Do you realize how stupid you guys are? You could’ve gotten hurt or even worse killed.” Derek growled.

He was talking to all three of us but I could tell it was mostly directed at me.

“well Scott did get hurt.” Stiles said causing Derek to growl at him.

Stiles held his hands up in surrender.

“We’re fine Derek we don’t need a babysitter.” I said brushing past him and walking in my house and up to my room.

A few hours passed when I heard someone open my door. I looked up to see Derek leaning against my door frame. I rolled my eyes turning back to my physics homework.

“here to lecture me some more?” I asked not looking up from my homework.

“I lectured all of you.” Derek said.

“please I know you were specifically directing that at me.” I said rolling my eyes and standing up.

“oh yeah and what makes you think that?” Derek growled.

“because you always do this to me that’s what! Derek you treat me like a child, okay you yell at me for wanting to help and gosh it’s like I can’t do anything without you criticizing me for it! Scott can protect me okay I don’t need you to babysit me all the freaking time.” I yelled letting all of my frustrations out.

Derek stood there for a minute not saying anything.

“I know he can, honestly you don’t need Scott either you could protect yourself I know that.” Derek said his voice just short of a whisper.

“then why do you keep yelling at me?” I asked more confused now than ever.  

“because I’m not good at this.” Derek said looking at my face now.

“good at what Derek?” I asked feeling my heart race from how close he was.

“look y/n I.” Derek started but stopped himself.

I sighed and turned around to go back to my homework but Derek grabbed my shoulder making me turn back around. In one swift movement he crashed his lips on mine pulling me close to his body. I kissed him back surprisingly.

“I love you.” he said looking down at his feet.

“Derek I don’t know what to say.” I whispered shocked at his confession.

“don’t say anything then.” Derek snapped turning around and walking out the door.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME?

Originally posted by thewolfbitme

Isaac Lahey

“has anyone seen Isaac lately?” I asked my friends at the lunch table.

Isaac has been kind of distance since the whole thing with the Darach and well the alpha twins who have been torturing him.

“I think I saw him near the cross country course.” Allison said looking up from her lunch.

I gave her a smile before making my way outside. I was stopped by Ethan and Aiden.

“where’s your little boyfriend?” Aiden said invading my personal space.

“we’ve been looking everywhere for him, we got some anger to let out.” Ethan added smirking at his twin.

“leave him alone.” I growled balling my fists.

I was just a human, a tiny one at that but I would beat them up if I had to.

“ooh getting feisty aren’t we baby.” Aiden said putting his hand on my arm.

“get off of me.” I said trying to shrug his hand off.

suddenly I heard a growl coming from behind me. Isaac grabbed Aiden’s hand flinging him to the ground.

“get away from her.” Isaac growled shoving me behind him.

“oh yeah what are you going to do about it.” Ethan taunted while Aiden got up.

Isaac’s eyes turned their golden color and his claws started protruding from his hands.

“Isaac this is what they want, they want to get this reaction out of you.” I said grabbing his arm. 

Isaac jerked his arm away before growling and running towards the twins. Ethan and Aiden took off running with Isaac close behind. I then took off after Isaac. I quickly lost sight of the three boys. I stumbled around in the woods until I heard a loud growl. I ran towards the source when I saw the twins holding Isaac by his arms. I looked around finding a sharp stick. I ran forward stabbing Aiden’s hand with it. He let out a growl dropping Isaac’s arm. Isaac grabbed Aiden throwing him into Ethan.

“I suggest you leave before I kill both of you.” Isaac threatened breathing heavily.

The twins smirked before leaving. Isaac turned to me now back to his normal self.

“are you okay? You shouldn’t have ran after them, that’s what they wanted.” I rambled checking his body for any signs of injuries.

“y/n i’m fine and I know but I couldn’t take him touching you.” Isaac said balling his fists again.

“look Isaac everything is okay, you can calm down now.” I said slowly unclenching his fists.

“no it’s not okay. I love you and their using it against me. I’m worried somebody is going to take you away from me.” Isaac said sighing.

I was silent for a couple seconds. This was the first time Isaac has told me he loves me.

“I love you too Isaac. I’m not going anywhere.” I finally said walking into his open arms.

I knew nothing could be bad now because Isaac and I loved each other and love was one of the strongest forces on earth.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Liam Dunbar

It was about 3 o'clock in the morning when I heard a light tap coming from my window. I opened my eye looking at the clock before sighing. Whoever is waking me up at this time better have a damn good reason for doing so! I walked over opening my window to see my boyfriend Liam about to throw another rock.

“Liam it’s 3 o'clock in the morning what are you doing?” I asked looking at him.

He looked like he hasn’t slept in days. He’s been really different lately and I didn’t know what was going on. He wouldn’t tell me either. He just said that he was fine but I knew he wasn’t.

“can I uh come up?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“sure just let me go unlock the door.” I said turning from my window.

I heard a loud thud and suddenly Liam was in my room.

“how in the world did you…” I asked looking at him shocked.

“I’ve been practicing my jumping lately.” Liam shrugged sitting on my bed.

“Liam my room is on the second story.” I said looking at him.

“look that’s not important.” He said looking down at his feet.

I walked over sitting beside him. He looked so broken, it broke my heart seeing him so sad.

“Liam what’s wrong?” I asked grabbing his hands.

“I can’t sleep I keep having nightmares.” He confessed looking down ashamed of himself.

I pulled him to my chest playing with his hair.

“tell me about it.” I said softly.

“I keep seeing this creature it’s made of all bones and it’s trying to hurt you.” He said sitting up and looking at me.

I felt even worse now that he was having nightmares about me.  

“Liam I’m fine babe. Nobody is after me okay and there are no bone creatures.” I said resting a hand on his cheek.

“if only you knew.” Liam said putting his hand over mine.

I was confused by his statement.  

“knew what Liam. You know you can tell me anything right?” I said scooting closer to him.

It looked like he really wanted to tell me something.

“uh just that I love you.” He said pulling me into his arms.

“I love you too Liam.” I said cuddling closer to him.

I could tell he was keeping something from me though and I was going to find out what it was.

Originally posted by showandwrite

Brett Talbot

“Brett do you not see what this girl is doing to you?” Satomi screamed at her beta werewolf.

“She isn’t doing anything to me.” Brett defended.

I was standing hidden watching the whole thing go down. I knew Satomi didn’t like me but I never expected her to react like this.

“do I have to remind you what we are? Brett we are buddhist werewolves we don’t fight unless we necessarily have to are you forgetting that?” Satomi growled.

“it’s my fault not hers so stop blaming her for everything.” Brett growled back.

“she’s in a different pack, she’s dragging you in to their pack business. You keep getting hurt because of her. soon she’s going to get you killed. Not to mention she’s a former werewolf hunter.” Satomi seethed.

Her words stung. Brett was helping us a lot lately with the problems we were having in Beacon Hills with Theo and his chimera pack. I didn’t ask him too, he knew I could take care of myself but he insisted on helping. I tried my best to make sure he didn't get hurt. I was brainwashed by my grandfather into hurting werewolves but I’ve changed a lot since then thanks to Brett.

“she made some mistakes okay she isn’t perfect. But can I remind you that she saved all of our asses when the dead pool was going on. Lori and I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for her. I’m not getting hurt because of her, she saved me physically and emotionally and you can’t handle that I might actually be really happy Satomi.” Brett growled his eyes glowing their golden yellow.

Satomi growled back flashing her red alpha eyes. I finally stepped out of the shadows getting her attention.

“Satomi.” I said lowly.

She growled glaring at me. Brett came over pushing me behind him.

“look Satomi I know you hate me and I’m sorry for everything but I’m not that same girl I was. I don’t want Brett involved either and trust me I’ve tried to get him to stay away but he won’t. I promise to protect him Satomi, I promise to keep him out of things from now on.” I said quickly glancing at Brett.

Satomi’s eyes turned back to their normal color as she took some deep breaths.

“Satomi I love her.” Brett said looking down at me.

I couldn’t fight the smile that crept on to my face. Brett loved me.

“you love her?” Satomi said looking at him with a small smile.

“very much.” Brett confessed wrapping his arms around me.

“do you love him?” Satomi asked looking at me.

I looked up at Brett smiling.

“yeah I do.” I said cuddling closer to him.

“that’s all I needed to hear then.” Satomi said looking at the both of us.

Originally posted by chimeracuddles

Theo Raeken

“he’s not good for you.” Scott said grabbing my arm and forcing me to look at him.

“can we remind you that he tried to destroy all of us.” Stiles said shaking me.

“seriously you’re pretty and could have anyone yet you pick Theo?” Malia said throwing her hands in the air.

I rolled my eyes and started walking away from my friends, but really they weren’t acting like friends right now.

“uh excuse me young lady where do you think you’re going?” Stiles said blocking me from leaving.

“Stiles move.” I growled trying to move him.

“Not until you tell me where you’re going.” He said stubbornly.

“except you’re not my father I don’t have too.” I said gripping his arm and moving him finally.

I may be a girl but I was strong and without the help of supernatural abilities.

“that’s a strong grip you got there.” Stiles said looking at his now red arm.

“look guys I know what you’re thinking but Theo is different okay He’s changed. He did also help us defeat the ghost riders are we forgetting about that? He’s hurt and he’s going through a rough time adjusting so could you at least give him a break.” I said looking at my friends faces.

“I don’t mind Theo.” Liam said finally walking in the room.

“see Liam knows what’s up." I said patting Liam’s shoulder.

"see you guys.” I said walking out the door.

Theo picked my up in his truck and we drove to an abandoned warehouse. On the way there we made small talk. He didn’t ask about the pack and I didn’t tell him anything.

“why are we here?” I asked looking around at the abandoned lot.

“thought we could be alone.” Theo said leaning in and capturing my lips in a kiss.

I didn’t waste time in kissing him back. Theo put his hands under my shirt lifting it over my head. I crawled over to his lap not breaking the kiss. Theo moaned as I moved my lips to his neck. That’s when I saw the pillow and blanket in his back seat.

“Theo what is that?” I asked pointing to his backseat.

He looked at me and sighed.

“It’s nothing y/n.” He said pulling my lips back on his.

I quickly pulled away not wanting to drop the subject.

“Theo are you staying in your car?” I asked looking in his eyes.

He looked so lonely so broken.

“does it matter?” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“what do you mean does it matter of course it matters!” I said moving back to the passenger seat.

Theo was about to respond but a knock on the window interrupted him. He rolled down the window to be met with a gun to his face.

“Theo.” I said my voice shaking.

We looked around and the car was surrounded by people but not just any people, hunters.

“Theo.” I said again this time with tears in my eyes.

Theo raised his hands in surrender.

“get out wolf boy." The hunter said with a grim voice.

 He started to open the door but I quickly grabbed his arm.

"y/n stop. If I don’t get out they’re going to hurt you. Now you listen to me okay. I’m going to get out and you’re going to jump in the drivers seat and get the hell out of here. promise me you’ll do that.” Theo said looking at me.

“No Theo you can’t they’ll kill you.” I said now fully sobbing.

“god damn just promise me” Theo growled.

“I promise.” I said my voice cracking.

“just remember that I love you okay.” Theo said kissing my lips before getting out of the car.

I did what he said quickly getting in the drivers seat and backing his truck out of the lot. I still heard the gunshots feeling my heartbreak after each shot was fired. I silently prayed that somehow he would survive because I loved him too.

so I wanted to try this out and I actually like how they all turned out. Comment if you think I should do more of these!

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nurseydex accidently meeting in a coffeeshop a few years after they break up

’“Holy shit!”

Derek ducks down behind the partition of the coffee bar.

“Shit? Shit! Wait – why shit?” Ginny ducks down behind the partition with him, peeking carefully around from their spot on the floor to scan the seating area.

“Who we hiding from, D?”

And thank Bittle for having Ginny with him. She’s the only person he knows besides maybe Chris who would actually hide out with him.

“My ex.”

“Ooh, yeah. Which one?”

And bless sweet Gin’s heart. They’d met in grad school post-Epic-Heartbreak. She can’t know that there’s only ever been one ex to break Derek’s chill.

“The one from Samwell.”

“Oh well, yeah, that I figured. No way you’d go ducking around corners for August or Victor. I meant, which one is he?”

And, huh, maybe she did know.

“Is it the buff blonde? Nah - he’s too buff. And blonde. What about tall, dark and hipster with the skateboard? Mmm - nah, that’d be too much hipster in one relationship.”

“I’m not a hipster.”

“You keep telling yourself that, bud. But maybe it’s….ooooooh. Please, please, please tell me it’s the redhead giving mad arm porn right now!”

“Fuck.”

“Daaaaamn, Derek.”

And yeah, while Will’s always been beautiful, his post-grad glow-up was undeniable.

He’d grown his hair out up top and actually styled it into something soft and modern. He’d clearly still been working out if the arm porn was any indication. And sweet Bittle he’d apparently been spending real time out in the southern California sun because his freckles were popping.

“You let him go? Shit. Alright. So, what’s the game plan here? We gonna try sneaking past? Or - I could cause a commotion and you can run out. Or –”

“You could actually pick up your ‘venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip’ monstrosity and just come say hi.”

Will’s gorgeously freckled face peaks over the partition where he’s waving Derek’s order.

“Hi, Dexy.”

“I knew no one else actually ordered this thing.”

“Oh wow. He knows you, man.”

Did Derek say he loved Ginny?

“Dex, Ginny. Ginny, Dex.”

Derek watches as Will’s old guard goes up as he takes Ginny in. He gets it, she’s gorgeous: dark skin and darker hair, open smile, miles of leg visible even while they’re both crouched on the ground.

“Hi Dex, wow! This is incredibly awkward.” Ginny whirls as she gets up, trips a bit, as she tries to keep Dex in her line of sight. “So nice to meet you, though! Heard tons about you. Great things! Wonderful. I’m just gonna wait outside. Ok, bye!”

“She’s cute.”

And Derek can’t tell what that tone is trying to communicate, but he breathes deeply as he pushes himself to his feet. It may have been a few years, but he hasn’t completely forgotten how to do this.

“She is, and also in a pretty committed relationship with her library and law school, right now.”

“Oh.”

“Will, we’re just friends.”

Who knew watching him blush would still send butterflies dancing in Derek’s gut.

“That’s not actually my business anymore. You’re not my – Gah. Do-over.”

Do-overs had become an essential part of their relationship: a way to keep conversations from devolving into a circle of blunders.

“What brings you out to Cali, Derek?”

“Uh, just one last hurrah! I, uh, I’ve got some pretty big deadlines coming up this fall, and yeah, just wanted a chance to get away before things get intense.”

“Intense? You’re writing!”

“Yeah. Found a publisher and everything.”

“Of course you would.”

“Alright, Mr. Tech-Wunderkind.”

“I’m just a programmer, Derek.”

“For Google.”

“Yeah, well.” And he does that Country-Boy hand to his neck thing as the sun flashes through the window behind him, and Derek’s heart does something complicated in his chest.

“Well it was good seeing you, Dex. I should, uh, catch up with Ginny, though, so uh, yeah. Thanks for grabbing my drink.”

With one last wave, Derek turns and exits the shop without doing anything embarassing like knocking over someone’s drink or stumbling over someone’s backpack.

Ginny bounces on the balls of her feet when he comes out.

“Wow, so he was definitely hot. Was that ok? Was he cool?”

“He is. It was. He was.”

“Cool, cool, cool.”

“Very chill.”

“But….?”

“Derek!” He turns and finds Will barrelling out the door behind  them.

“Dex?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“What difference does it make what I –”

“I just – What’re the chances we just run into each other again. I don’t know. I just wanted to hear –”

“Will.”

Will looks like Derek feels. A little bit punch-drunk, a little bit hopeful.

“Come to dinner with me.”

“Oooh! Go to dinner with him!”

Ginny.

“It just seems like a good idea!” Her whisper-shout is equal parts adorable and unchill.

“Please?”

“Yeah, ok.”

“Woooot!”

“I’m just gonna go drop her off. Somewhere. Anywhere.”

“Alright, I’ll text you the location.”


Sitting across from Will again is just as intense as Derek remembers it.

Will’s intentional, direct, interested, challenging in a way that leaves Nursey both breathless and keyed up.

It’s like being at Samwell again and not at all. None of the impatience, much more understanding, and so much hope.

“What’re we doing, Will?”

Brown eyes twinkle at him mischievously. “Eating dinner, Derek.”

“Dex.”

Will’s chuckle is warm and low and utterly devoid of anything defensive. Derek loves it.

“What do you want us to be doing?”

“It didn’t work out last time.”

“Yeah, but we were scared. And idiots.”

“We kinda were.”

“Me especially.”

“Will, no.”

“Derek, yes. I couldn’t see how you could possibly want me, especially when I wasn’t even there to remind you that I’m your favorite idiot to argue with. It drove me crazy to think about you with someon–”

The benefit of eating at the bar is not having a pesky table to stop you from cutting off dumb, beautiful, redheads ridiculousness with a long overdue kiss.

“I just wanted you.”

“I just want you, if that’s still an option.”

Definitely, still an option.”

Dirty Admissions

Summary: You use a jealous Pietro’s ignorance to your own advantage to get him to admit your relationship
Warnings: swearing, almost smut
A/N: I was reading through old requests at 1:00 because I couldn’t sleep and this happened #sorrynotsorry

“You’ve been fucking each other for how long now?”

“Four months, three weeks, and five days,” you answered Natasha’s question, taking another sip of your drink and running your hand across your face in an attempt to conceal your embarrassment.

“And neither of you are fucking anyone else?”

“No,” you said, pressing your lips together and regretting your existence. Natasha had caught you sneaking from his room early Thursday morning, your hair a mess and your shorts in your hand. “Neither I nor Piet are fucking anyone else, Nattie.”

“Yet no one knows and neither of you will admit you’re together?”

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Seventh set of ten Sterek fic recs…I know I’m behind! I’ll do another one soon. 

drunk, stoned, or stupid | allhalethekings ( @hales-republic ) | 3,666 | Gen | 2017-09-19

Derek doesn’t even know when Stiles went from someone he once considered an ally to someone he goes to lunch with on a regular basis to someone who was able to look at Derek and just know him. Somewhere between all the supernatural threats and complicated relationship drama in the pack, Stiles figured out a way to tear down the brick walls Derek had put up after Kate. And Derek didn’t stop him – hadn’t even wanted to.

Somehow, Stiles had graduated from a casual friend to his best friend to the-boy-Derek-shall-forever-pine-after-because-he’s-a-chicken-shit.


The Boy Who Drew Wolves | dr_girlfriend ( @drgrlfriend ) | 5,863 | Teen | 2017-09-19

“Once upon a time,” Stiles began, and Thomas sighed happily, resting his cheek in the hollow of Stiles’ shoulder. “There was a gangly, clumsy, freckle-faced young boy, and a beautiful, majestic wolf —”

“You mean, there was a beautiful, brilliant, amber-eyed boy, and a half-starved, mangy-looking wolf,” a voice interrupted. “It looks like I made it just in time, huh?” Derek said with a conspiratorial smirk at Thomas. “Gotta make sure you tell it right.”

“Yeah, Daddy!” Thomas parroted. “Tell it right!”

“Okay, okay,” Stiles sighed, settling his arm across Thomas with his hand resting on his husband’s waist, thumb drawing an absent-minded little circle. “Once upon a time, there was a probably-going-to-grow-into-his-looks-just-fine young boy, and a very lonely wolf…”


Take Another Little Pizza My Heart | distortedreality ( @triskelesandpixels ) | 3,224 | Teen | 2017-09-18

Stiles decides the best way to woo his Dream Guy, aka Manager ‘resting bitch face’ Derek, is through insubordination and food puns. It goes as well as could be expected.


That Infamous Middle Ground | @LadyDrace | 6,872 | Teen | 2017-09-18

Stiles is the spark that can get shit done when others can’t. Talia is President of the United States.

And Derek? Gets kidnapped.

It’s a lot more complicated than that, however.


Survival of the Species | @Lissadiane | 19,370 | Explicit | 2017-09-06

“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.

“No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”

Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”

“So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.
*
In which Derek’s pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha’s children.


Even Werewolves Get the Blues… and Yellows | @Cobrilee | 1,379 | Gen | 2017-09-12

Derek gets an impromptu makeover, Stiles gets some mileage out of it, and they both get a happy ending. (Not that kind. Get your minds out of the gutter.)


Awkward | dragon_temeraire ( @dragon-temeraire ) | 1,261 | Teen | 2017-09-07

What happens when two dudes have a crush on each other, but they’re both super awkward?


Overslept | mikkimouse ( @mad-madam-m ) | 707 | Teen | 2017-09-09

“You okay, kid?” his dad’s voice said.

Stiles wiped a hand over his heavy eyes. “Yeah, fine, why?”

“Because your shift started an hour ago and you didn’t call in.”


loyalty. courage. integrity. | @redhoodedwolf | 707 | Gen | 2017-07-31

“Derek what the fuck!”

“Hard first day?” Derek guessed. He pushed himself forward and extended a hand towards Stiles. “You can vent, I have time to listen.”


Single Parent, Multiple Problems | @hoosierbitch | 4,701 | Teen | 2014-01-3

Derek tries really hard to do the right thing, Stiles thinks Derek’s idea of the right thing is the wrong thing, and John does his best to help.

"Is, uh–is Stiles home?” Hale is staring at the ground and his shoulders are so tense that John’s tempted to say ‘Boo!’ just to see what’ll happen.

Some Things Are Meant to Be

NurseyDex, 7100 words, Rated Teen, AU, Fake Relationship, Meet Cute, Wedding, Fluff (here on AO3)


“You want another one?” Will yelled, and Chris made some sort of loud, affirmative noise from the living room.

Will took a second beer from the fridge, balancing both in one hand while he grabbed a container of guac with the other. He slammed the fridge door shut with his hip but misjudged the necessary force, and several papers affixed to the front floated to the ground.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He set everything on the counter and crouched down, picking up the notice about his rent going up, his reminder card for his dentist appointment yesterday, and—shit.

Will plopped down on his ass, staring down in horror at the piece of heavy cardstock in his hand. Goddamn, he can’t believe that he forgot.

“Hey, what happened to that—shit. What’s wrong? What’s that?”

Will looked up at Chris, who circled the breakfast bar and sat down in front of him. He vaguely waved the paper. “An invitation. To my ex’s wedding. It’s…it was hidden on my fridge. I forgot about it.”

“Do you still love her or something? Is this an existential crisis type of situation?”

Will rolled his eyes. “No, definitely not. But I said I was bringing someone, back when I got the invitation, and I totally forgot. It’s on Saturday.”

“And you don’t wanna go alone?”

Will made a face. “Not after I RSVP’d with a plus-one. She’s still an ex, you know? Not that you would know anything about that,” he added dryly, and Chris grinned.

“You’re just jealous of me and Cait.”

“True,” Will murmured. He stared down at the invitation and sighed. “I guess I could text her and pretend to be sick or something.”

“No, you can’t do that!” Chris plucked the invitation from his hand. “Just pretend to be dating someone and bring them.”

Will lifted his eyebrows at him. “Uh, that’s not an actual thing that people do.”

“You don’t know that!” Chris protested, and Will snorted.

“Oh, yeah? And where exactly am I supposed to find a fake boyfriend?”

Chris grinned. “So I have this friend from college.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Yeah, and I bet he’ll do it. He’d totally be down for something like this. Here, I’ll text him right now,” he said, raising his voice over the sound of Will’s seemingly-fruitless protests. He dug his phone out of his back pocket and spoke slowly as he typed. “Hey dude, you wanna pretend to be the boyfriend of my friend from work for a wedding? Saturday night.”

Will groaned, bracing his elbows on his knees as he buried his head in his hands. “Chris, you can’t just—”

“He said yes,” Chris reported, staring down at his phone, and Will’s jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?”

He scooted around to sit next to Chris, who helpfully tilted his phone so Will could see the message. Sure. He cute?

Very, Chris wrote back, and Will grimaced. “Don’t—don’t oversell it, jeez.”

“You’re super hot, Will, deal with it.”

“Is he cute?”

“Very,” Chris repeated, and Will snorted. “I’m giving him your number. His name’s Derek, by the way.”

Will sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I have a feeling that I’m going to regret this.”

“Worst case scenario, you’ll have a great story to tell.” Chris got to his feet and held a hand out to Will to haul him up. “Grab those beers, third period’s about to start.”


Hey, sugarplum.

I don’t think I could keep a straight face if someone called me sugarplum in public.

Ok, strike that one from the list. Lovebug?

Just my name is fine. Which is Will.

And this whole thing was Chris’s idea, btw.

Oh, I have no doubt.

I just wanted to feign illness.

But this will be way more fun!

Yeah? You pretend to be people’s boyfriend often?

Nah, you’re popping my cherry.

Honeybear.

Ok, what did I say about that.

This is gonna be fun. So where’s this wedding? Saturday, right?

Yeah. Brooklyn Botanic Garden

Ooh nice. Dress code?

Suit, no tux. Should we meet up beforehand?

You know that random bar/bakery @ Union/Franklin? Wanna meet there?

Great. 6:30?

Awesome. See you then, studmuffin.

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A small collection of high school aus! There’s so many wonderful ones out there that has yet to be read!

And Then There Is No Mystery Left (Baby, I’m Sweet On You) -  Swing Set in December - 1k - Teen

Stiles has no idea why Derek is sitting at his lunch table.

As Good As The Real Thing - literaryoblivion - 5k - Mature

He’s maybe had a crush on Stiles for going on two years now, but there’s no way he’s ever going to act on it or say anything. But, he’s memorized all of Stiles’s quirks and habits because he and Stiles have been in the same history class for two years now, and he always ends up sitting by him. However, he and Stiles have had limited interaction with one another, which is fine. Derek can subside on his daydreams of Stiles. He can live the rest of his high school career on his fantasies alone.

That is until their teacher assigns them to be partners for a project.

Awful, Wonderful You -  stilinskisparkles - 16k - Mature

Truth be told, Derek was suffering from the mild delusion he lived in all summer wherein he actually thought this year might be different, and he might, perhaps, be able to bury the hatchet with Stiles and start over.

The superglue that’s destroyed a ninety dollar pair of pants, however, says otherwise. Derek knows how this play goes down; eventually, he’s going to have to climb out of the pants and trudge back to his dorm half naked. Stiles will gloat for a damn week; Derek will have to put up with constant remarks about Stiles getting him out of his pants… Dammit, he’s actually going to get Derek out of his pants, and it’s not even close to the way he pictured it happening.

Betting On Forever -  mrstotten, veritas_st - 17k - Mature

It’s not like Stiles spends a huge amount of time thinking about it. But when he does it seems strange, good strange, but strange nevertheless, he cant really put a finger on when they decided to become civil to each other let alone friends, best friends even.

Him…and Derek Hale. Can you imagine it?

Binomial Coefficients - DevilDoll - 20k - Teen

In which brainy freshman Stiles Stilinski wants star quarterback Derek Hale to join the math team, AKA math nerds in love.

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Locker Room

Pairing: Brett Talbot x Reader

Word Count: 1,574

Warnings: Oral (Fem Receiving), swearing, violence

Summary: While supporting your high school’s lacrosse team, you also support the idea of having the opposite team’s Brett Talbot drag you to the locker room and do bad things with you. Apparently, he was supporting the same thing.

(Song Suggestion; Fetish, Selena Gomez ON REPEAT)

(Credit to Gif Owners!)

  “You’re going to do great, Li.” You reassure your best friend, “Right Mason? Isn’t he going to do great?”

“Yeah.” He nods, not really paying attention to you. You roll your eyes when you see him staring at one of the players on the other team, slapping his hand to grab his attention.

“I don’t know… they’re gonna know something’s up. With everything else going on…”

  You reach your hand out and stroke his bicep gently. You walk closer, showing him your golden eyes, Mason totally oblivious to you, “You’ll do great. Liam? Look at me. You’re going to do fine. Scott trusts you.”

  “Okay.” He nods, sighing. You shake your head, grinning as your eyes return to their natural color. He looks back at the player he hates the most, Brett. You couldn’t help but join Mason’s side, getting a better view of his beautiful, toned body.

“I don’t care if he’s a foot taller than me. I think I could take him.” Liam says, as he watches Brett put on his shirt.

“Yeah…” Mason says, in a daze. Liam turns to look at him again, before staring at You and Mason.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

  “What?” You and Mason ask in unison, looking at your friend who raises his eyebrows and bites his lip, “Me? Agreeing with you. I’m being agreeable.” Mason answers, nodding. You all turn to face Brett again, who is putting on his gear over the green shirt.

Angrily, he turns to look at you two again, “You think he’s hot don’t you?” He demands, his face contorting.

“No!” You both answer. “I mean…”

  “No. Not at all.” Mason glares at you, “No way!” He pauses, “Maybe. Yeah, maybe a little.” Brett looks at you, specifically you, and your cheeks tint in the slightest, thanking that it’s too dark to see, and Liam is too bad at Chemo-signals to feel the want radiating from you.

“He wants to destroy me.” You roll your eyes.

  “I think you could definitely take him… and then… give him, to me.” Liam grins, looking down and then back up at you two, who are starting to bicker about who gets who.

“Nah, just go out there and kick their smug, prep-school asses man.”

“Right.” They fist bump, before Liam pulls you into a hug. Liam pulls the mask over his head, and walks away, running onto the field.

“He’s mine.” You snarl.

  “Bet?” He asks, as you go to sit on the bleachers. Brett glances at you, and all you can think about is his strong, warm body leaning onto yours, while he kisses you feverishly. You could almost picture the smirk he was giving you now, on his face as he trails down your body. You glance over at Mason, a smirk of your own lacing your lips. He glares at you.

  “He’s dreamy, Mason, but I think he’s into girls.” He stomps on your foot, causing your body to flail down to the lower bleachers, lying on your back and groaning in pain.


 Halfway through the game you could feel the field getting more and more tense. Brett was targeting Liam, who was trying to stay away from Garrett, who was the supposed assassin trying to kill all the supernaturals in Beacon Hills. You kept looking at Scott for direction, but there was little you could do- you didn’t play lacrosse. Every chance you got, you went over and talked to Garrett, talking about Liam’s performance and whatnot. You had tried to be friends with him, since the whole thing about murders, it still could be someone else.

“He’s doing really good.” You nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you, his hand resting on your hip.

“Yeah. That other one, Brett. Liam don’t like him.”

“I know.”

“Why’s he givin’ you googly eyes?”

“Dunno. Hey- I’m gonna run to the bathroom, okay? I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

“Course.” He nods. You make your way to the locker room, completely side-stepping the bathroom. When you sigh, leaning against the lockers, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Jumping, you look at Violet, Garrett’s girlfriend a personal friend of yours.

“Hey.” You smile.

“What’s wrong? You okay?”

“I’m fine, just needed a breather. Kinda cold outside, and crowded. Loud.”

“Really shouldn’t effect you. I mean, not since you’re a werewolf and all.” Suddenly the atmosphere changed, and you were backing away from her. She was the assassin. It was her.

“Violet… look, we can talk, okay? You don’t have to do this.”

“You’re worth a lot of money, almost two million, (y/n).”

“Please, Violet.” She brings her fist up and connects it with your jaw, your eyes turning yellow, but you refrain from wolfing out, and mauling her to death. She unhooks her necklace from around her neck, and wraps it around yours, when you’re on the ground. She pulls it tight, and turns it on. You start choking, the heat burning through your skin. Suddenly, the necklace is ripped away, and so is her body. Across the room she goes, while you look at the attacker. You cough, managing to make out Brett’s tall figure, growling at her. His nails extend to claws as you try and stand up, making it to your feet in little time. She starts running, and when Brett takes after her, you grab his arm and pull him back.

“No.” You shake your head, “Not here.”

“You’re a wolf.” He says, holding your arms, “You can’t tell anyone that I am too. Please. Not even Scott, or Liam.”

“How do you know about Liam.”

“I can sense it.”

“Yeah so can I. How come I can’t sense you?”

“My pack and I like to be hidden. We don’t like being figured out.”

“Thank you.” You nod towards the door, where he had entered moments ago.

  “You’re welcome.” He smiles, looking your body up and down. The mark around your neck heals slowly, which he notices. “Are you hurt?” He asks, his arm reaching out to cup your neck, his thumb dragging across your jaw. You lick your lips, before pulling your bottom one between your teeth.

“No.” You whisper, looking into his eyes through your eyelashes. He steps closer, his other hand landing on the other side of your neck. Your heartbeat quickens, as he moves closer, your feet backing up instinctively, until your back is pressed against the lockers. When his chest is leaning into yours, he takes a deep breath, trying to control himself.

  “Please.” You whimper, reaching your hands to grab his forearms. He grabs your neck harder, before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter closed, before he steps closer, sliding up your body. He crouched slightly, due to the hight difference between you two.

  “Fuck, Brett.” You gasp, as he pulls your shirt above your head. You glance up at him with passion, before jumping up, your legs wrapping around him. His hands stay by his sides, not touching you in the slightest. He found it incredibly sexy, that you could just practically stick to him. You look down onto his pale, gorgeous face, biting your lip. You lean down, as his hands reach your ass, squeezing. He pushes you against the benches, leaning over. He stands and admires you. You unbutton your jeans, sliding the zipper down seductively, before one hand slips beneath the cloth of your underwear. You rub yourself carefully, sliding a hand up to cup your left breast.

  He raises his eyebrows, “Damn, (Y/n).” He moans, ripping your thighs apart, and pulling your jeans down. He moves your panties to the side, and licks your clit. You gasp, fingers threading through his blonde hair. He shoves two fingers into your opening, curling them instantly. You buck wildly, “Mmm, you like that?” The vibrations send you into overdrive as he mumbles the dirty words.

“Shit, Brett! Please!”

“Mm-mm.” He shakes his head, before releasing your clit. He pulls away, wiping his hands on his shorts, “I’ve got a game to attend.” You bounce up, eyes glowing bright yellow in anger and disappointment.

“You did not.”

“Not what?” He smirks, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Gives you a reason to come back, am I right?” He opens his arms to prove a point. You glare, pulling your pants and shirt back on. You fix your hair, as he watches you in amusement. You storm passed him, your shoulder bumping into his on ‘accident.’ He knocks backwards at your strength, before chuckling. He walks behind you until you reach the doors to the field, smacking your ass once, and walk away. You yelp, watching him wink back at you. He pulls his helmet back on, and runs to the coach, making some excuse about the bathroom and feeling lightheaded. You watch in amazement, before running to Mason, who raises his eyebrows at you.

“I’m telling Liam.” He gets up, about to run over to your best friend. You shove him down.

“Tell him what?”

“That you had sex with Brett!” He runs away, and you sigh.

“We didn’t have sex.” You bite your lip, looking at the man who left you breathless in the locker room, “Not yet.”

anonymous asked:

Emma I don't know about you but I'm about 1000% certain that Derek Hale and Newt Scamander are related, when he was tiny he used to stare wide-eyed up at Uncle Newt who he admired more than anyone, he was so proud to be sorted into Hufflepuff even though the rest of the Hales were usually Gryffindors because UNCLE NEWT IS A HUFFLEPUFF, Derek went into magical creature studies like his beloved uncle and just like Newt he has an insane way with animals that impresses the BLOODY HELL out of 1/?

Stiles, a Slytherin who happens to be cultivating some rare herb somewhere years after graduation for his apothecary and gets approached by a Hippogriff, only for Derek to be nearby and be like “Oh no THAT HIPPOGRIFF MIGHT GET HURT!” and run to the aid of the animal, Stiles is always offended about how hard their kids laugh when he tells the story about how he and Papa met because Papa cared about a bird more than him (Newt, somewhere I’m sure, is equally amused).

The image of Derek trying to save the Hippogriff is priceless. Poor Stiles, he was probably very excited that a handsome young boy - oh wait, make that the handsomest young boy, now all man, from his school days - was running towards him, to save him (”not that I needed saving, BUT A GUY HAS DREAMS!”) and instead, he got knocked out of the way and watched, a little outraged, from the ground as Derek cooed and bowed to the Hippogriff. 

What if it had tried to kill me???

Shhh, you’re scaring him.

HE’S LITERALLY GIVING ME A DEATH GLARE RIGHT NOW.

Stop being so dramatic. I swear to Merlin, you Slytherins…

UGH, THAT IS UNWARRANTED STEREOTYPING. 

(Derek Hale was totally that kid at Hogwarts who hung out with Hagrid, wanting to feed the magical creatures and pet them, I’m sure. I mean, like, Derek Hale could have been on the Quidditch team (he could definitely show off when he wanted to) and he certainly looked like he wasn’t afraid to curse you something awful when you annoyed him, but in reality? Softest. Gentlest. Dork. To. Ever. Dork. But also, perhaps, werewolf!Derek at Hogwarts who feels like an outsider and is afraid to get close to people because while Hogwarts is progressing, they still have a long way to go when it comes to werewolf rights. And so, Derek makes friends with the magical creatures, finding peace with them, a place without judgement, reading aloud to them and writing his Uncle Newt whenever he feels lonely.)

Also though. Now I need kid!Derek staring up at his Uncle Newt in awe because Uncle Newt is the best. I want kid!Derek feeling honoured and privileged because Uncle Newt lets him and only him see his magical creatures. Kid!Derek’s face the first time he sees a Bowtruckle. Kid!Derek on his first day at Hogwarts and writing screeds back home to his family, making sure to tell his mom to tell Uncle Newt he is pretty sure he saw a unicorn today but not to worry, Derek acted just like he was supposed to and that he hopes Uncle Newt is proud of him. 

Gruff Derek, jock!Derek…these are all good choices. But sometimes I just need unreserved dork!Derek who uses cockiness as a front, yes, but wants nothing more than to read a good book in peace while feeding Buckbeak with Hagrid.