A soulmate fic where you’ve got “Help! Save me!” on your wrist. So you do the martial arts classes, and ROTC, and get a concealed carry permit, you are READY, you are SO up for this… and then one day you’re at a friend’s house, and someone comes pounding down the stairs laughing and ducks behind you and goes “Help! Save me!” and that’s how you find out your soulmate was escaping a tickle fight.
…that would be really adorable X3
STEREK
(-drops fic, flees into night-)
Stiles is just starting to
realize that the broad, leather-clad back he’s hiding behind is a lot
more muscular than he thought it was before the man in front of him
whirls around with eyes that are flashing gold – oh fuck,
werewolf – and an absolutely outraged expression on his
face. Someone is cackling
madly behind him, but he’s too busy being distracted by the most
gorgeous, deliciously stubbly jawline he’s ever seen. And …
eyebrows?“*This*
is what I’m saving you from?”
Tag: fluff
Candid
Summary: Stiles just wants something to take with him to
college. Something special.Notes: I’ve been wanting to poke fun at this inconsistency
in the show for a while, and I finally wrote it! Just another excuse for a
little fluff and humor. (On AO3)
Derek grabs a few of Stiles’ heaviest boxes (but not enough
to be suspicious, who knows if the neighbors are watching), and slides them
into the back of the jeep with the rest of Stiles’ college “essentials.” He’d
said he was only taking the bare minimum, but Derek is beginning to doubt that.At this rate, they’re going to have to pack some stuff in
the Camaro, too.
future fic where everyone is at a party and they’re playing spin the bottle. Yup. And Stiles is ready for some kissing, Derek is ready to leave. And then Stiles spins Derek.
Stiles would probably rage a little. Like of course it’s Derek. It’s always Derek. Just there. Ruining everything. He already agreed to the stupid one minute rule.
“This is going to be the longest minute in recorded history,” Stiles complains.
But he does. And surprisingly so does Derek. Probably to prove a point or something. Someone is bow chica wowing and Stiles points an angry finger, as Derek turns his face towards his, cuts his sentence off with a kiss.
After the brief moment of shock, Stiles settles his hands on Derek’s waist, Derek’s cupping his jaw and neck. And then they’re making out. Full on. There’s tongue, and Stiles trying not to get hard.
After the far too short fucking minute they break apart and go on with their lives. Except, obviously they Cannot. They are forever changed.
“I really love kissing, you know? But that was next level, shit, Scott, I swear,” Stiles shakes Scott by the shoulders. Scott only offers an unhelpful grin.
It’s Derek though that finally caves and goes to Stiles. Because Derek’s never really liked kissing before. Except, until Stiles. And he’s pretty determined to do it again.
So, he just sort of asks Stiles, “do you want to make out?” And Stiles is just like, “pfft, yeah,”
Stiles and Derek make out a lot after that. Keep the chapstick handy a lot. That’s pretty much all they do. Curl up together somewhere and just kiss.
Sometimes they talk in between or spend commercial breaks horizontal on the couch. A couple of times they’re in bed. But it doesn’t get more than PG-13 tops.
Stiles and Derek just kissing
I just watched a french fry challenge on YouTube where you are blind folded and have to guess where different fries come from, and now I want an AU where Stiles is a vlogger who challenges Derek to the french fry challenge and if Derek loses, he has to go on a date with him.
Despite being a french fry connoisseur, Stiles loses the game. He tries to play it casual, tries to be a good sport about it, but he’s actually just plain miserable that he won’t get the chance to take Derek out on that date and woo him. He knows it’s stupid but he just….really wanted the chance to prove to Derek he can be romantic and deserving of him and all that couply jazz. He wanted one setting where he didn’t have to be careful about flirting with Derek too obviously. One night where he could just look a him without feeling self conscious when Derek caught him and chalk it up to the “Stilinski date experience” or something equally as pathetic.
Basically, he just wanted one night to know what it felt like to hold Derek Hale’s hand (if Derek would have even let him).
Derek leaves and Stiles mopes for the rest of the day, trying not to feel sorry for himself and utterly, utterly heart broken. Again, stupid, but he’s been pining after Derek for years. He’s considering going to bed early when his door bell rings and standing there, dressed in a fancy cardigan with a bottle of wine and – several bags of….chicken based snacks? – is Derek, asking if he’s up for “another challenge”.
Stiles loses again but it’s okay because the moment Derek wins, he turns to him and with a grin that can only be described as the love child of ‘shy’ and ‘shit eating’ (if that is even possible), he cups Stiles’ cheek and says, “I’m going to claim my prize now.”
The kiss tastes like chicken and too much salt but Stiles doesn’t care because it’s the best kiss of his entire life and his stomach won’t quit doing somersaults.
And suddenly there were 400
Seriously though, it was like three days ago tops when I announced 300. I swear you’re just trying to squeeze celebratory fics out of me …
“You’re so fucking stubborn!” Stiles shouts in exasperation, running his hands through already messy hair. They had been at it for at least twenty minutes now, arguing because Derek didn’t want to go to Lydia’s engagement party. He didn’t want to, knowing Lydia would be inviting everyone and their mother who had anything to do with her and Parrish. It would be too many people, too much noise and he simply didn’t want to if she was going to hold a pack-only version the week after. Stiles said he should go out of duty as her Alpha.
“No, you just won’t let it go,” Derek growls, fists clenched in his lap so his claws don’t rip up the couch again. Although, last time, it was under much more fun circumstances.
It wasn’t uncommon for them to argue. It ranged from small skirmishes that end in mumbled apologies to bigger blow outs that ended in mutually satisfying hate sex that Stiles seemed to enjoy enough to start shit for (and Derek plays along because he loves his boyfriend and absolutely not because he likes it, too). The fights could rarely be called fights because it just was never really that heated.
Derek’s nose wanted to shrivel up and die with the anger Stiles’ scent was boiling in and his wolf howled with such an unhappy mate. Even as his human mind wanted to throw something at a wall with how angry he was, his wolf prowled in distress and he wasn’t sure if that was annoying or reassuring.
“News flash, buddy, you can’t be a hermit,” Stiles spits and Derek growl increases in volume in response. He may grumble about ‘big guy’ and snap his teeth as Stiles giggles about ‘sourwolf’, but he absolutely despised ‘buddy’. It only ever came out when Stiles was pissed and his sarcasm grew teeth that he intended to shred whoever his opponent was.
“I’m not a hermit, I go out. We go out,” Derek snaps back, eyes tracking as Stiles paces in front of where he sits on the couch. The line of his shoulders is stiff and the soft skin of his cheeks is blotched red.
“Yes, thank you, you’re dating me, but that doesn’t count as social interaction.”
“Why not?”
“Because! You need more people in your life besides me and the pack! You can’t have just me forever!” Stiles shouts, throwing his arms up obviously trying to dispel the anger that seems to build in his joints when he gets worked up. Derek just scoffs as he gets up and retreats to their kitchen.
He stops right there, even as Stiles continues his angry rant in the other room behind him. He pauses in the middle of their kitchen with the backsplash Stiles chose after weeks of debating it over and the cabinets Derek bled over while he installed them (staple guns were dangerous, damnit). Down the hall was a movie room that Stiles insisted on because pack movie nights were always going to be a thing. Upstairs and to the left was the master bedroom where their scents were so soaked into the very frame work, there was no way to tear apart Derek’s from Stiles’. This was their home, their pack, their life.
Derek turned around, eyes wide but unflinching as he walked back to where Stiles was still ranting and pacing. He’s still seething, and Derek can relate. He still wants to throw Stiles onto the couch and pin him there in full shift for a week until Lydia’s party has past. Instead he stops a few feet away and opens his mouth.
“Marry me.” Stiles stumbles where he’s wearing a divot into the carpet, dropping off mid-sentence to turn his head and stare open mouthed.
Feral States and Spellwork
Themes: Magic Stiles; Feral Derek
Rating: T
“We’ve got another one,” Scott says in greeting as he approaches Stiles’ desk. His mouth is turned down in a frown.
The update makes Stiles lean back in his chair with a heavy sigh. When he got to work that morning, he had been hoping that he was going to have an easy day. He should have known better. “Where are they?”
His best friend makes a vague gesture and replies, “Allison got him into one of the holding cells out back.” His shifts from foot to foot, a tell that he’s anxious. Stiles picks up on it immediately.
“What’s wrong?”
His fingers tap an unsteady rhythm on the surface of the desk. “It’s not good, Stiles. This one, he’s really gone. There’s hardly any awareness in his gaze. He nearly ripped Jackson’s arm off.”
Stiles gets to his feet, having heard enough. “Alright, let’s go have a look.” Already the tattoos on his arms are humming with energy, ready to help in whatever at they can.
But Scott reaches out and grabs his elbow. “Stiles, there’s something else. He’s an alpha.”
I NEED A FCKN 10K FIC OF THIS PLS
it’s not exactly 10k, but it’s a little something 😉
–
“C’mon, cap, get your head in the game!”
Derek groaned loud and long and punched Boyd in the shoulder. Boyd just laughed.
“Man, you did not just quote High School Musical at me,” Derek said.
“Well, if you weren’t too busy pining to see the ball—” The ball in question smacked into Derek’s chest, thrown his way by the smirking Isaac always at Boyd’s shoulder. “—maybe I wouldn’t have to.”
Derek threw the ball back to Isaac with a roll of his eyes.
“I’m not pining.”
Learning Curve
Summary: Stiles likes being Cora’s roommate, but he’s pretty
sure her brother is hitting on him.Notes: Inspired by this post. I’m not really into the sugar
daddy thing, so I went a different direction with this. (On AO3)
Stiles is sitting at a picnic table in the shade, trying to
get some studying done, when he hears someone calling his name. He looks up
just in time to see Scott grin and say, “Hey, man!” as he sits down across from
him.Stiles smiles and shuts his book, eager for the chance to
take a break.“So, how’s it going?” Scott asks, leaning his arms on the
table like he’s ready to settle in. “I know you were sad about having to move
in with someone new, after I started living with Allison. So what’s it like,
being roommates with Cora?”
Staying
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 678
Fluff, Established Relationship, Fluff without Plot, POV Stiles
♥
Read on AO3Stiles wants to cry. This is not what he’d planned. Fuck! He’s
ruined the weekend before it well and truly starts. He tightens his arms and
legs around Derek, feeling like a koala clinging to Derek’s back, then buries his face in Derek’s hair and inhales. Derek tightens
his grip on Stiles’ legs in response, his hands
large and warm beneath Stiles’
thighs. Actually, this isn’t so bad.‘Does it
hurt?’ Derek asks. He turns his
head a little. His stubble scrapes against Stiles’ cheek.
‘I still think we should’ve gone back.’Stiles rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to Derek’s cheek. ‘We’re
almost there. Just keep following the path.’Derek opens his mouth to protest, again, but decides to
keep walking instead. They really are almost there. The slightly curved path
they’re on straightens out after
another minute of walking, and the trees open up, revealing a small glade with
a creek gurgling softly at the far end. The grass is bright green, dotted with
buttercups and forget-me-nots. The air smells fresh and clean. The sunlight
streams into the open space in a way that makes all the colours brighter and shine
like precious stones. It’s like
something out of a dream.‘Wow,’ they breath out at the same time.
Derek walks to the middle of the glade, sets the backpack
with food down, then gently lowers himself to the ground with Stiles still on his
back. Stiles lets go, a little reluctantly, and they sit side by side for a
minute, just looking around. Stiles didn’t think
there was anything that came close to the beauty of Derek’s eyes. Guess he was wrong, though
Derek’s eyes still win.‘I
should take a look at your ankle,’ Derek says.
He tears his eyes away from the scenery and starts unlacing Stiles’ boot.Half an hour into their hike, Stiles tripped and twisted
his ankle. Derek wanted to go back, make sure it wasn’t sprained or broken, but since they were already halfway
to their destination, Stiles insisted they keep moving. Stiles went on Derek’s back, and their food and picnic
blanket on Derek’s front. Thank heaven for
strong, built, werewolf husbands.The boot slides easily off Stiles foot, and they both
breathe a sigh of relief.‘I told
you it wasn’t that bad,’ Stiles says.‘You also
said that when you got shot in the leg,’ Derek
points out. He removes Stiles’ sock
and gently starts probing and moving Stiles’ foot.
It’s a little sore, but it doesn’t really hurt.‘Nothing
a little rest won’t cure,’ Stiles grins.‘I’m gonna have to carry you back, aren’t I?’
‘But you
won’t have to carry the food.’‘Because
you’ll have eaten it all.’ Derek looks pointedly at the
sandwich Stiles is already stuffing into his mouth.‘You
love me,’ Stiles grins, bits of
sandwich falling out of his mouth.‘It’s why I married you,’ Derek agrees. His eyes go soft and
he lifts Stiles’ foot to press a kiss to his
ankle.Stiles’
insides melt, making it hard to swallow his food.They spend the entire afternoon in the little glade. They
eat their lunches, then rest their feet in the little creek. The water is cold,
but not freezing, and it tickles between Stiles’ toes,
making him squirm and giggle. They lie in the sun, talking about everything and
nothing, Stiles’ head pillowed on the folded
picnic blanket, Derek’s head
pillowed on Stiles’ stomach.‘We
should move here,’ Stiles says. His fingers
scratch against Derek’s
scalp, just the way he knows Derek’s likes
it.‘Hmm?’
‘I don’t wanna leave, so there’s no choice but to move in.’
‘Pretty
sure the park owns this.’‘You
could buy it for me,’ Stiles
suggests.‘Buy it
yourself. ‘S your money too.’They stay like that until the shadows of the trees reach
Derek’s legs. Reluctantly, they
pack everything up and pull on their socks and shoes again. Stiles tries his
ankle. If he exaggerates the pain a little so Derek will give him another
piggyback ride, who can blame him?
STEREK AND #15. And a kiss maybe.
Thank you for the prompt! This probably isn’t exactly what you had in mind, but I hope
you like it! (On AO3)
Stiles has a long history of hanging out in this hospital.
He’d practically lived in the waiting room when Lydia had gotten very sick
sophomore year, with Jackson right beside him, pretending he wasn’t scared. And
he’d been there pretty often junior year, when Danny had his appendix removed,
followed by the time his dad had been stabbed on the job.So being here now is practically routine to Stiles.
Everything is almost comfortingly familiar, from the terrible cafeteria food to
the pervasive antiseptic smell.
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