sterektrashbag:

bilesandthesourwolf:

allthesesquaresmakeacirlce:

bilesandthesourwolf:

kawaiicoyote:

omgcolinmorgan:

bilesandthesourwolf:

Derek Hale is a wandering Omega looking for a pack to call his own. When he comes into Beacon Hills, he’s intercepted by the local pack. They take him to their Alpha who Derek is expecting to be an older werewolf. What he’s not expecting is for this kid that can’t be more than 20, with the smirk playing about his kissable looking lips, to be the Alpha. Needless to say, they don’t exactly get off on the right foot. But, Derek thinks later that night, he could easily find his home in Beacon Hills with Stiles Stilinski and his pack.

To quote a vine, “DAMN MY NIPPLES JUST GOT HARD.”

Jesus Christ please tell me there’s a fic to this

I would seriously bribe someone to write a fic for this!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1763981 Hey guys, here ya go

It’s really good by the way.

OMG SOMEONE ACTUALLY WROTE A FIC! I’M DYING!

SLDFJLKJGDKFHJSLGIJDSOFDLFKJO YASSSSSSSSSSSS 

whatever you claim

allourheroes:

Not technically late! Another for @sterekweek-2018 here. What if Peter had bitten Stiles? Post-season one. ~1100 words. PG(-13).

Day Four: Alternate Canon

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Stiles doesn’t tell anyone about the Bite.

There’s so much going on that it’s easy enough for him to ignore.

And it heals so fast.

So after Peter is dealt with, Stiles waits because he really wants to pretend the whole thing was just some crazy dream. He can worry about Lydia, and Scott risking hunters, and every other thing that’s been thrown into their lives.

Except– Except the full moon is coming quicker than he realizes and he can’t ignore it anymore because he catches his eyes glowing when he looks in the mirror, dreams about the chase.

Scott is too wrapped up in Allison to notice his best friend going through the same ordeal he’d just experienced, minus the out-of-his-mind murderous alpha.

So Stiles shows up at the burnt-out husk of the Hale house and sucks in a breath. He can hear Derek inside, waiting for him. He wonders if Derek can already tell, but he really has no idea. His new senses are hard to understand sometimes and he knows Derek has been a werewolf his whole life, must be used to it.

Despite Scott’s abhorrence of going to Derek, Stiles has spent a good amount of time with Derek. He doesn’t mind the idea of Derek as an alpha, as his alpha. Their close contact hadn’t been as terrible as he might project and Derek, aside from the threats, had been a fairly respectful, responsive roommate. Had listened to him even when he was fucking around and–

Oh.

A new part of him croons at the thought of Derek wearing his clothes and Stiles tries to shake it away.

He’s pretty sure arousal is something that Derek can sense.

Keep reading

always-the-little-spoon:

Newly bitten, Stiles kills the alpha that turned him and becomes the Alpha. He’s losing control, angry, and scared, and his best friend, the True Alpha Scott McCall won’t help him. Stiles killed someone, and that’s just not how they do it. 

Desperate, and terrified he’ll hurt his fragile human dad who is trying to help him when he has no one else, Stiles calls the one person he trusts to guide him: Derek Hale. 

Derek doesn’t have a pack. He hasn’t in years, and hasn’t been back to Beacon Hills for just as long, but he and Stiles had always kept in contact, even if it was texts, pictures, and short videos, and he owed Stiles his life many times over.

The Stilinski pack is small: a hyperactive alpha that can’t stop scenting his pack, a grumpy beta that doesn’t mind so much, and badass Sheriff that wants to protect them from the world. It’ll get easier, hopefully.