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softladyhours · 4 years

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Eric Derekson x Touch-starved!Reader

Summary: Eric notices that something might be up with Y/N. He immediately becomes the embodiment of ‘they must be protected at all costs!!’. Meanwhile, the feeling is mutual uwu

Pairing: Eric Derekson x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, a lot of talk about pee at the beginning (?), innocent intimacy, and two (2) pining idiots

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I FINALLY DID IT!!!! I don’t write a lot but I love this boy with every fiber of my being and my touch-starved self wanted to project so here we are lol. Hope you enjoy it! If you do, feel free to like and/or reblog, but please do not repost without giving proper credit!! Thanks y’all and, as always, feedback is appreciated!

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Eric was really regretting his life decisions. His big new years resolution was to stay hydrated, and he was doing really well! But, pair this with a day full of back-to-back meetings at Egos Inc. and Wilford’s excitement for a weekly dinner engagement with a certain not-ego, and you end up with Eric’s current predicament: anxiously pee-dancing in silence outside of said not-ego’s only bathroom.

“Oh, just hold it in until we get to Y/N’s! They have a bathroom at their apartment and it’s only, what, a ten minute drive?” Wilford had insisted as he gently shoved Eric out of the office building’s doors and into the parking lot. ‌“I wanna get there before Dark eats all the hors d’oeuvres!”‌

Of course, the eccentric journalist had neglected to factor in rush hour traffic (easily turning ten minutes into twenty-five at the very least) as well as the fact that, even after traffic, they were running an hour-and-a-half early.

After no one answered their knocks at your door, Wilford used a spare key to let himself and Eric inside. Most of the lights were off and it almost seemed as if no one was home, if it weren’t for the music blasting from the back of the apartment. It wasn’t until then that Wilford thought to check his watch.

“Oh my,”‌ his eyes widened before he facepalmed, chuckling at himself. “I suppose I was a little too excited to see our dear Y/N that I‌ completely lost track of time–we’re much too early!”

Usually, Eric would have been mortified at such a revelation, but he was a little too focused on his bladder and how he felt it was going to rupture at any second.

“Th-that’s nice, but can you, well… where’s the, the bathroom please?

“Oh, right! In the hall, first door on the left!” Wilford took off his shoes and plopped himself down on the sofa, getting comfortable. Meanwhile, Eric rushed in the right direction, only to have his heart–and possibly his bladder–damaged beyond repair.

As he approached, he realized with horror that light seeped through the crack at the bottom of the door and that the music that was coming from behind the locked door was barely masking the sound of running water. You were taking a shower. Terrified to intrude, he hurriedly checked the other three doors in the hall hoping for some kind of saving grace. There was an office, a linen closet, and your bedroom. Fighting back tears, he returned to the door of the only bathroom in the apartment. ‌‌ Even if he could gather the courage to knock you wouldn’t be able to hear him over the noise, so he settled for silently praying to any and all higher powers that you wouldn’t be too long.

Twenty excruciating minutes later, the running water stopped and the music was turned down. Desperate to not wet his pants, he timidly knocked. The music stopped. Silence. He knocked again and spoke up.

“Hey Y/N? It’s Eric and I’m really sorry to intrude but–”

The door unlocked and swung open, revealing you in all of your towel-wearing glory. It was all Eric could do to keep himself from throwing himself past you and towards your toilet.

“Oh, hey Eric! You’re early! You really scared me for a second–”

Not able to hold it back anymore he nearly yelled,‌ “I’MREALLYSORRYBUTIREALLYNEEDTOPEE!”

A little taken aback, you finally processed his words and the obvious urgency and quickly stepped out of the bathroom,‌ ‌“Oh, of course!‌ I’m so sorry–” ‌

He rushed past you, almost not noticing the wall of thick, humid heat as he entered the bathroom before slamming the door, unzipping his fly, and finally releasing the agonizing pressure. As he finished his business he took a deep breath of relief. That’s when he fully processed just how hot it was. He was already sweaty and his shirt was already starting to cling to his torso. It was suffocating. And a little concerning.

Eager to get out, he washed his hands and opened the door, instantly meeting the relief of cool A/C. Also you. In a towel. Oh yeah, that had happened. He was suddenly grateful for the flush from the heat that probably (hopefully) camouflaged his actual blush.

You were smiling and laughing a little. ‌ “Feel better?”

He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck in nervous embarrassment. “Yeah‌ I, I feel a l-lot better, thank you, uh, s-sorry about that.”

You chuckled, patting him on the shoulder before moving past him to finish getting dressed, closing and locking the door behind you.

It was the next day and Eric couldn’t stop thinking about you. Well, to be fair, you had been on his mind a lot lately anyways, but he was still a little hung up on seeing you in a towel, to be honest. ‌And also your incredibly hot showers. How did you not look like a lobster?

“I don’t.”

Eric looked up from his desk to see Google looking back at him, both parties visibly puzzled. “Huh?”

Google’s monotone voice replied, “‌I share no physical resemblance to a lobster, literally or metaphorically, nor do most people.”

Eric’s cheeks heated up, realizing he must have been talking to himself.

“Uh, sorry,‌ I-I didn’t mean to say that out- out loud,” he explained. Google just shrugged before returning his focus to his computer. Before he could stop himself, Eric found himself catching the search engine’s attention–on purpose this time.

“Hey, uh Google? I have a question…”

“Yes?” Google asked, not looking up from his screen.

“Why do some people take really hot showers?”

The android sat up straight and turned to face Eric before reciting his findings: “An article from Lifehack.org says that ‘According to the researchers at Yale University, people who take a long-hot shower or bath may do so to subconciously ward off feelings of loneliness and isolation’.” ‌Looking unimpressed, he returned to his work.

Eric felt a pang in his chest. He wondered if you actually felt that way. He tried to convince himself that you were probably fine. But part of him couldn’t help but worry. ‌You were amazing! You didn’t deserve to feel lonely! And you weren’t going to. At least, not if he had anything to say about it.

For one brief minute, his anxiety had vanished, replaced with an almost foreign sense of determination. He picked up his phone and typed out a text, asking if you wanted to hang out after work. He still didn’t know if he would actually confront you about the loneliness thing, but he could at least be a good friend and spend time with you and hopefully show you how much he cares. Before he could psyche himself out, he pressed send. Then that brief minute was over. The impact of his anxiety made him want to puke.

Meanwhile, you were in your apartment. You had finished your work early and had just gotten home. Exhausted, you decided you would have a quiet night in, with maximum comfort. Feeling inspired‌ (and not wanting to try to relax surrounded by clutter), you quickly went around your apartment, doing a quick clean-up: throwing away those leftover soda cans, washing a few dishes, tossing some dirty clothes in your clothes hamper, making up your bed, etc. After everything was fairly neat, you got ready for the most crucial aspect of relaxation. A nice, hot bath.

Getting some clean pajamas and underwear ready, you started the hot water running. You grabbed your phone, to pull up your favorite relaxing playlist, when you got a text from Eric:

Hey, do you want to hang out after I get off work?‌‌ We could stay in or go out–whichever you prefer!

Shocked, but not in a bad way, you think about it for a moment. This seemed a little out of character. Eric was almost a hermit unless someone else took the initiative–or unless one of the other Egos dragged him along. You smiled to yourself at the thought.

You had been meeting Wilford and Dark for dinner every couple of weeks to maintain contact since, between your job and their lives at Ego Inc., life could get hectic. Though, a couple of months ago, they had talked to you and, after your consent, started bringing Eric along. They had explained his timidness and that they thought it would be good for him to get out of the house and hang out with someone whose face didn’t suspiciously resemble that of a certain famous YouTuber.

And so you were introduced to Eric Derekson. Wilford had teasingly warned you that Eric was almost as “heartbreakingly handsome” as he was, to which you just laughed. Then you met him. His shy, sweet nature had seized your heart strings and nearly yanked them from the muscle beating in your chest. Pair that with his, frankly, beautiful face (and butt–no, you weren’t proud you had checked the man out but, to be fair, it’s a really nice butt) and you were smitten. But you played it cool and, as the two of you got closer, he slowly seemed to grow more comfortable around you, which warmed your heart (and your face), but this proposition to hang out was still a milestone. Especially if he meant just the two of you.

The thought made your heart flutter, but you pushed it down. You couldn’t risk getting your hopes up. Besides, before anything else you were his friend, and friends hang out together. So you took a deep breath and typed out your response, deciding that you wouldn’t mind sharing your quiet night in with Eric.

That sounds nice! If you want to come over to my place we can order pizza and hang out. Maybe Netflix or something??

Eric nearly passed out from relief. You had almost immediately replied and one, you seemed happy (maybe even excited?) about the concept of hanging out and two, you wanted to stay in (he was terrified you’d be in an extraverted mood and try to take him out dancing or something–you had teasingly threatened to take him clubbing a while back–even though he knew you’d never do that to him, his anxiety still hated the possibility). He sighed, releasing the tension from his body before arranging the time he would come over. You had proposed six o’clock, knowing he got off work at five. ‌He agreed. ‌

As he set his phone down, his face heated up and a new type of anxiety filled his system with butterflies, the good kind though. He smiled to himself. He really was excited to spend time with you. You were so kind and gentle with him, but never condescending. Stunning and confident, but never arrogant. Not to mention he could just go on and on about your intelligence and sense of humor. From that first dinner, he knew he was wrapped around your little finger. ‌Although, thankfully, he’s managed to not make too much of a lovesick fool out of himself. So far.

You were lounging on the couch look at your go-to pizza place’s menu when someone knocked on your door. Getting up, you quickly unlocked the door to reveal Eric, looking as handsome and nervous as ever. Smiling and greeting him, you opened your arms for a hug that he immediately accepted. He had never been used to hugs before he met you, but he always enjoyed yours–you were a really good hugger.

You pulled away and closed the door, leading Eric to the couch to sit and decide on dinner.

“Ok, so,” you turned to him, “I have a coupon for two large pizzas, a couple of two liters and one of those dessert pizzas, what do you think?”

Eric grinned. ‌ “‌That sounds amazing.”

“Awesome!”

You called the restaurant, ordering the feast. Then, while waiting for your food to be delivered, you and Eric talked. He caught you up on the Jims’ latest antics, you ranted about the drama at your workplace, and by the time the pizza got there, the two of you were giggling like idiots over who-knows-what. As you set out the food on your coffee table and reaching for the tv remote, Eric spoke up.

“You know, it’s really nice hanging out with you. We never have time to talk like this.”

Smiling at the sentiment, you replied, “Ditto,” making you both giggle. “For real though,” you said, “I’m enjoying myself too. You’re pretty cool, Derekson.”

His cheeks started to tingle, but he fought off the blush. He wanted to talk to you, seriously, before you could turn on the tv.

“Hey, uh Y/N?‌”

“Yeah?” You replied distractingly. Suddenly you weren’t quite sure where you had left the remote and were scanning the coffee table and food packaging.

“Can I- can I talk t-to you for a, a second?”

You immediately stopped scanning upon hearing his stutter. He rarely stuttered around you anymore so when he did, you took it seriously. You nonchalantly leaned back into the couch, sitting and getting comfortable, giving him your full attention.

“Yeah,” your voice was a little softer. “What’s up?

His brow was furrowed and he couldn’t quite look at your face. “Do you, uh, remember th-that time I‌ nearly wet my-myself?”

You lips quirked, concealing the smile that wanted to spread across your face at the mental image. You felt kind of bad, but it was really cute. Not to mention his reaction to seeing you half-dressed…

Your cheeks heated up, but you played it cool. “Yeah, what about it?”

He sighed. ‌ He didn’t seem nervous, which was odd, but more frustrated or confused. “You take really, really hot showers.”

Squinting your eyes, you gave him a puzzled look, trying to conceal your smile. Realizing that sounded wrong, his anxious countenance returned with some stuttered apologies.

“I-I meant that you, uh, you– when I went in th-the bathroom, it was really hot. Like, like suffocating!”

“Ah, okay,”‌ you were silent for a moment, not any less confused than before. “So what are you getting at?”

Eric’s blush darkened. ‌‌ “I just remember um… I- I uh…” he noticeably refuse to look in your direction now, trying to find his words. You patiently waited–you could tell he was getting frustrated by himself. After a moment, he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

“Apparently some people t-take really long, really hot showers to cope with, with loneliness and I‌ guess I- I just wanted to make sure that you were, that you’re okay.”

You had no words. He reluctantly opened his eyes to look at you, silently hoping with everything fiber of his being that, just this once, he didn’t screw up. You looked at coffee table with an expression just a little too tense to describe as neutral. Eric was about to apologize and try to salvage the night ahead when you relaxed your face, closing your eyes and sighing deeply.

When you opened your eyes you turned to face him again. He hadn’t noticed until that moment just how tired you looked. Sure, you had the faint beginnings of bags under your eyes, but what shook him to the core was your eyes. As you let your walls down, your eyes seemed to age a couple of decades within a few moments. Where there was usually a sparkle had grown just a little too dull.

“To be honest with you? I’ve been struggling a bit lately.”

Eric could practically feel his heart start to fracture in his chest.

You continued, “Like, it’s nothing major, but I’m just tired. Things are starting to weigh me down more, if that makes sense…?” You shifted, not entirely comfortable with admitting to hardship, but Eric stared at you intently, nodding slightly for you to continue. Having anyone’s (but especially his) entire attention on you like this felt so intimidating and… intimate. You weren’t used to it by a long-shot.

“Really, I’m okay I just… I guess I’m a little lonely. I didn’t realize what I was doing, with the hot water, I mean, until you said it, but yeah…” your voice faded off and your embarrassment started to color your cheeks. “Part of it is that, I have really physically affectionate tendencies but I’m also really touch-starved.”

Eric look confused.

“Well, for one, I haven’t had a significant other in a long, long time and I’ve never really been in a touchy-feely group of friends before so, even though I love it and want it so bad–”

“You’re not used to it,”‌ he finished your sentence.‌ “So… you get embarrassed.”

“Precisely.”

Eric nodded and muttered, almost to himself, “‌I get that.”

Silence fell for a moment before you spoke up.

“Thank you,‌ Eric.”

He looked at you, confused. “For what?”

“For checking in on me,”‌ You replied, grinning in spite of yourself. “I mean there’s not really much to be done, but I‌ appreciate it a lot.”‌ You grabbed a plate and loaded it with some pizza before trying to find the remote again.

Eric watched you fondly, with a quiet “You’re welcome,”‌ before an idea came to his head.

“We, uh, we could b-be cuddle b-buddies.”

You almost didn’t hear him and it took a moment to process what he was saying. When you did though, you were pretty sure a tomato would be jealous of your face’s shade of red. ‌When you turned to face Eric, though, he was about the same so that made you feel a little better. He smiled at you nervously, awaiting your response.

“Ok,” was all you could get out.

He was a little shocked. But definitely relieved. “Really?!” He mentally scolded himself for sounding too excited, but he couldn’t help it–he was!

“Uh, y-yeah that sounds really good!”

And so you finally found the remote while‌ Eric fixed his plate and after a quick, stutter-y deliberation, you turned on a movie. You paused before looking at Eric, who was already looking at you. You both smiled and giggled a bit, instantly relaxing the tense atmosphere a little bit.

Turning your attention to the movie, you slowly adjusted so that you were sitting up, but leaning against Eric. ‌ He eased his arm onto the back of the couch behind you, allowing for a closer proximity. Red as lobsters and so full of butterflies you almost couldn’t eat, the two of you watched the movie.

As the movie progressed, you both started to relax and feel more comfortable. Even though you were still having issues with normal breathing, it was so so so nice. When you finished eating, you placed your dishes on the table and readjusted.

He ended up laying down with you laying on top of him, with you resting your head on his chest, near the crook of his neck while he rested one hand on your back and caressed your arm with the other. You were so warm and soft in his arms, like a weighted blanket. And he adored your occasional little sighs by his ear that would make his breath hitch, just a little. And his shoulder was such a wonderful headrest while his heartbeat was so soothing to hear underneath you. But every time he adjusted to wrap his arms around you a little more, your heart skipped a beat. It was the most calm, relaxed, and serene exhilaration you had ever experienced.

After the movie ended, you quickly started another. This time, when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he ended up spooning you. He had grown comfortable with the new closeness surprisingly quickly and almost dragged you onto the couch, excited to hold you close. This gesture alone made you nearly explode from happiness.

He wrapped one arm around your waist and rested the other under your head. He ended up absentmindedly rubbing your stomach while nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. After you adjusted and were finally breathing somewhat normally again, you relaxed into the curve of his body and, before long, fell asleep. Meanwhile, Eric felt like he could combust with joy. He had yet to tell you exactly how he felt about you, but this new arrangement was definitely a huge step forward.

When he was sure you were asleep, he tentatively placed a soft kiss to the back of your neck before getting comfortable and falling asleep.

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never-not-ever · 4 years

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Can you share your story with us? You can do it ❤️

Thank you! It wasn’t that bad… The 8th graders this morning were paying attention which was nice but no one asked questions in the end so it was like a little awkward lol. But after that at the high school I was a part of 5 periods where the kids would shuffle in and me and my co peer mentors would sit at the front like a panel. Since there was a bunch of us we didn’t all have to present each time but I ended up doing mine twice!

Also just to preface this, my story is not the full story. The first draft I sent to the coordinator was like 10x long and over time we shortened it and tried to not make it as descriptive/triggering… but here ya go!

“Freshmen year of high school, I was sitting in class joking with my best friend about how it was going to be my last day in school. I had an annual physical with my doctor later that afternoon. This was my first doctors appointment since I started self harming. Back then I thought that the second she saw my arm I was going to get taken away by two men in white coats. I didn’t go to a psych ward that day. Instead, she asked me if I was okay and I replied “I’m fine, it was a stupid thing I did, I promise I won’t do it again”. She handed me a little white card with the name and phone number of a therapist. I often wonder what would have happened if I actually called that therapist and got help back in high school. Would the self harm have stopped? Would the suicide attempts have been prevented? Would I have graduated from college by now? Who would I be if I got help back then?

I think I had a pretty normal childhood. I didn’t have a mom and a dad but I had my Nana and my Aunt. My Nana got custody of me when I was 2 and she and my Aunt raised me my whole life. My Aunt was like my mother and everywhere we went people thought I was her daughter. I have no memory of my father. He was an alcoholic and left before my mother lost custody of me. My mother has her own problems with mental health as well as a drug addiction. We tried to have a relationship but as I grew up I saw who she really was. By the time I turned 15 I wanted nothing to do with her and I haven’t spoken to her since.

Growing up I was really close with my Aunt, she was like a mother to me, a real one. My Aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was in middle school and she was constantly in relapse and remission. For months it would disappear and then all of a sudden it would come back again. I went to a small middle school with probably about 15 kids in my class. I was the biggest person in my school. At the 8th grade dance all the other girls wore cute dresses and I wore pants and a nice shirt. That wasn’t my style but I was just way too self conscious to ever wear a dress. In high school I was once again the biggest person. I had a couple close friends but I hated being around people, always fearing that they were judging me for my size. I had a friend online who introduced me to self harm. He was always bullied so he starting hurting himself as a way to cope. You see I was never bullied. I was always overweight but no one ever called me names or made fun of me, at least to my face. I was the bully. To myself. I hated the way I looked, the things I said, the way I interacted with other people. I hated everything about myself. I always scolded myself for saying or doing the wrong thing. I started self harming in my freshmen year. Back then I didn’t see a future for myself. I was so depressed that I wasn’t thinking about the consequences I’d later face because of my self harm. My depression, along with my extreme self hatred, turned my self harm into a way to punish myself.

After high school my depression and self harm got worse and I started feeling suicidal. My Aunts cancer was back and had traveled throughout her body. She passed away in April of 2012. She died at home and I watched her take her last breath. Right after she passed I ran up to my room and tore apart the suicide notes and threw away all my self harm supplies all while telling myself “I have to be there for my Nana, I can’t leave her too”. My Aunt’s death made me feel selfish for feeling depressed and suicidal. It made me think of all the people who have it worse and here I was so depressed and wanting to end my life? It didn’t make sense. But I wasn’t choosing to feel this way and I had every right to feel the way I did. It took me a while to realize that but I know now after feeling such joy and happiness I wouldn’t chose sadness and depression, no one would. For a while after my Aunt passed away I thought maybe she was watching over me and so every time I had that urge to hurt myself it was easily pushed away. The day my Aunt died it was like I put this shield up and I automatically started comforting everyone around me so I wasn’t actually grasping the fact that she was gone. Later on that fall I tried to go back to school but my depression got worse and the reality of my Aunt’s death finally came to the surface and so I ended up dropping out. The self harm started up again and it was now a full blown addiction.

Almost a year after my Aunts death I saw my first therapist and later that summer my first psychiatrist. I spent a year in therapy while working part time. I tried once again to go back to school but for the third time I dropped out. I was severely depressed, self harming and binge drinking alone in my room. I was soon admitted to a psych ward at McLean Hospital. I was there for a week and on the day I discharged I went home and attempted to end my life. The memories of that day will haunt me forever. Back then I didn’t think about how my death would effect the ones around me. When I hear suicide survivors talk about their lost loved ones it hurts to think I could have put my friends and family through that.

For years after that I started this cycle where I would feel fine, happy even, for months at a time. But then out of nowhere I’d slowly start to feel depressed again and the self harm would start up. Depression looks different for everyone but for me it’s not wanting to get out of bed. It’s pushing away friends and family, always feeling like a burden. It’s staying up until 4 am and not waking up until the late afternoon. It’s binge eating and gaining weight and climbing up past 300lbs. It’s hating everything about yourself and the person you’ve become.

I’ve had to go back to the hospital a couple times since my suicide attempt. There were no scary men in white coats like I had thought. Going to the hospital is needed if you’re in danger of hurting yourself. It’s a place to go if you can’t keep yourself safe. A couple years ago I was feeling suicidal and I vaguely talked about it on Tumblr and thankfully someone called the police. Back then I was so angry at that person but looking back they probably saved my life. During one of my hospitalizations I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder which was something I had never heard of before. BPD is a mental illness that consists of intense mood swings, self harm, suicidal thinking, bad body image and impulsive behaviors.

Finally I reached a point where I wasn’t constantly thinking about ending my life. I started Dialectical Behavior Therapy, the most successful therapy for helping people like me. This type of therapy can be done outside of the hospital so it allowed me to go back to work and school. It teaches you skills to help manage your emotions, maintain healthy relationships and handle stressful situations. I’ve done many different types of DBT therapy, residential, partial programs, groups and individual therapy. But I’ve finally gotten to a place in my recovery where all I need now is just therapy. It’s become a weekly place to check in and talk about any red flags before they become another spiral.

McLean hospital and DBT have literally saved my life. I mean, I saved my life but DBT taught me the skills to not destroy my relationships and myself. Today I’m in a healthy, stable relationship with my girlfriend and we’ve been together for 3 years. We just moved in together last summer and adopted two little black kittens. Last fall I passed my first classes since 2015 and I know now that I want to work in the mental health field some day. I’ve lost a lot of weight and I’m starting to feel more comfortable in this new body scars and all. I work full time as a florist manager and I’m now part of this amazing peer mentor organization. I might not be here today if someone didn’t call the police back then. I wasn’t able to reach out for help so I’m grateful that someone else was able to do it for me. It sounds cliche but it does get better and if you had told me that back then, I would have laughed in your face. After 12 years I still have urges to hurt myself and sometimes I hear a song that reminds me of the day I tried to end my life and all I want to do is sleep to escape those feelings. But it passes. The urges and the sadness and the hopelessness. It all passes. I think of my cats and how amazing it is to feel the sun on my arms. I think of things that help me chose recovery instead of resorting back to old behaviors and that’s how I know things are different now. Thank you.”

#personal #my story #mental health awareness #borderline personality disorder #depression #self harm #recovery

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sterek · 6 years

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lols legit i just love me my fluff and mutual pining and just all types of that wonderfulness, even with light angst tbh and i love me my HS Aus or college Aus or Human Aus or anything inbetween lmfao XD Ur brilliant and hope this isn't too much of a bother =D

Sorry it took so long, I got distracted! Here are some recs :) [Sorry if I don’t have a lot of light or human fics, most of my bookmarks are heavy werewolf angst oops. I went through half my bookmarks and this is already too long lol enjy!]

I’ve Been Everywhere With You by Leslie_Knope [61k, E]

“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?“

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

He’s Not Mine by Sunnee [68k, E]

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

302, I Love You by paintedrecs [4k, T]

It was a beautiful summer morning—mid-70s with a light breeze, ideal weather for soaking up the sun without fear of overheating. If anyone asked, that was why Stiles was sitting on his balcony with a book he hadn’t touched in the last half hour and a mug of coffee he’d been absently sipping from, his gaze fixed on the parking lot several stories below.

Coincidentally, one of his neighbors—Hot Dude From 302, not that it was relevant—had chosen the same morning to wash his stupidly flashy Camaro.

Shyft by paintedrecs [6k, T]

Derek finally gave the driver more than a passing glance.

He was roughly Derek’s age and surprisingly handsome, despite the ugly plaid shirt he’d rolled up past his elbows. He had broad shoulders, honey-dark hair, a line of moles trailing enticingly along his cheek, and thick eyelashes framing dark eyes that glittered with humor. And he was laughing at Derek.

***

At the end of a long work day, all Derek wanted was to get home as quickly as possible. When his scheduled ride showed up—distractingly good-looking, driving a beat-up Jeep, and full of interesting conversation—Derek felt like his evening might turn out a whole lot better than he’d expected. Until his trust issues flared back to life, telling him "Stiles” wasn’t everything that he’d seemed.

Lovebitten by LunaCanisLupus_22 [10k, M]

The one where Derek gets bitten by a lovebug and Stiles is the first person he lays eyes on. Hilarity ensues.

Bricks by paintedrecs [8k, T]

“Mornin’, love,“ Derek says, and Stiles freezes in his arms. They haven’t exchanged official I love you’s yet, and Derek seems determined to derail Stiles’s plans to say it first. With fireworks. Or bubble baths. Something epic.

The point is, Derek barely even seems to realize he’s doing it, and it’s driving Stiles crazy.

Or: My first time writing a 5 + 1 fic.

remember my love by bleep0bleep [23k, T]

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he’s no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he’s been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.Derek blinks.

ritten in the Stars by Quixoticity [26k, M]

Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He’s got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.

He’s also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.

He likes his life, but he’s waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren’t great but hey, Derek’s a lucky guy. He has faith.

He can’t believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There’s just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.

No Homo by RemainNameless [84k, E]

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:3 FourLokos+ 1 peer-pressuring cat- 1 best bro to end all best bros= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads "str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.Derek is the fool who replies.

Cross our bridges when we come to them by RemainNameless [103k, M]

The five times Derek called the Sheriff “Dad” on accident and the first time he did it on purpose.

Our Hearts Are Tigers by skoosiepants [7k, T]

This is what Stiles figures out after a week of harboring Isaac: he’s kind of a dick, for a ten-year-old.

Turn a Little Faster by skoosiepants [3k, T]

He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He’s a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn’t get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden.

Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

Filter Out the Starlight by skoosiepants [12k, T]

“Why are you not more curious about me?” Stiles says when Derek’s got the door half open, sun spilling over the dark wood, dust motes spinning about his legs. Stiles is wearing fabric that hasn’t been invented yet, he’s clutching a smart phone to his chest, and he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel.

Softly, Derek says, “We all have our secrets,” and closes the door.

Or-

A heartbroken Stiles accidentally travels back in time to find his one true love. A harlequin-ish Christmas romance.

Under Yellow Moons by skoosiepants [17k, T]

They stare at each other, half-grinning, and Derek knows it’s definitely the absolute wrong time for this, but he wants. He wants to grin at Stiles over dinner every day for the rest of his life, baffled over yams and Moon Pie Day, and, god, crap, goddamn, when the fuck did he have time to fall in love?

The life and times of Deputy Stiles and Supernatural Foster Dad Derek Hale

Lord knows it would be the first time by uraneia [12k, E]

Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.

You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep [13k, E]

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha’s head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek’s never felt any of that. He’s just not that kind of alpha.

Then he meets Stiles.

The Prince and His Painter by Dexterous_Sinistrous [8k, G]

Stiles was always a sick child. He was never supposed to live beyond his infancy—shocking many when he reaches adulthood. With his inevitable death looming over his country, Stiles chooses to accept a successor through marriage. His advisors commission a painter to capture the prince’s likeness in order to advertise him to potential candidates. Only, Derek Hale isn’t like most painters—or humans, for that matter.

Certain Kind of Fool by saraubs [36k, M]

Derek, who has been dragged against his will to the same resort his family visits every summer, is determined to spend the next two and a half months sequestered in his room. His only friend, his sister Laura, is preoccupied with her newly-bonded mate, and doesn’t seem to care about anything but making him happy.

When Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, a sharp-tongued waiter, he thinks that this summer might not be a complete waste of time. There are only two problems: First, Stiles is human. Second, he doesn’t believe in mates.

Painful Maneuvers by saraubs [11k, T]

Still, whether or not the nurses want to hear it, Derek has some serious issues with the way Stiles skates around the ward, upending instruments and scattering papers and chewing on pens. His scrubs never fit right and are always riding up to show patches of smooth, pale skin and his hair is frankly pornographic. It’s just so…unprofessional.

Stiles is a hyperactive Obstetrician. Derek is a grumpy Midwife. It’s true love (and babies!).

little spoon by bibliosexual [6k, T]

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

you know you’re on my mind by bibliosexual [16k, T]

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs [203k, M]

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Somewhere Else, Someone Else by megxmas [19k, T]

They’re sitting in the car, and Stiles’ dad is poring over the scans, gesturing violently at the air. ‘I just don’t understand!’ he says. ‘There’s never been anything out of the ordinary on any of your tests, and yet you always have seizures! How come nothing ever comes up?’

Stiles shrugs, has heard his dad complain about this a dozen times before. Stiles is pretty sure that he and Derek are some kind of magical soulmates and this is the way the world has decided to connect them, but somehow, he doesn’t think that’ll fly as an explanation.

Cupboard Love by mklutz [32k, G]

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

The Epic Love Story of Wolf and Twister by KeriArentikai [11k, E]

Stiles has a tiny adorable hyper puppy. Derek has an awesome huge Malamute mix. They both go to the dog park a lot.

So, obviously, Sterek ensues.

One life stand by Vendelin [84k, E]

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it’s getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there’s only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles’s time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It’s the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he’s ever had, and he’s more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it’s just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

only fools rush in by decideophobia [13k, T]

Is it an imaginary date?

No. I met him in a coffee shop.

When?

This morning. It was love on first sight.

Millstone by eleanor_lavish [31k, E]

Derek waits until the door is shut behind him before he turns around. He holds out his hand, plants his ‘if you’re not weird about it, I won’t be’ smile on his face and says, “Nice to meet you, Stiles. I’m Michael. What kind of a good time are you looking for tonight?”

In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me by primroseshows [61k, E]

Stiles has simple goals in life. To successfully complete his secret radar project without getting fired, to get a cottage on the Moon, and to untangle his mess of feelings for Moon Station 3 deputy, Derek Hale. Heck, he’ll even settle for two of the three.

i have always been the storm by stilinskisparkles [25k, E]

“You’re all headed out to Oklahoma in a week.”

Derek snaps his head up, stares at him in horror, “No, boss.”

“Yes,” Finstock insists in a steely voice. “The NSSL have been on at us for a year about some decent exposure, and I think you’re just the team to do it.”

“I haven’t done weather since college,” Derek protests.

Boyd snorts again, presumably because he’s thinking back to the time when Derek and the weather last collided and he…. well, did the guy into the weather for a brief, wonderful, terribly foolish time. But, Boyd needs to shut up before Derek punches him on the nose.

Abominable by Revenant [20k, T]

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

The Cintron Hall Situation by dragon_temeraire [3k, T]

Stiles is freezing and miserable in his dorm, so he decides to knock on his hot neighbor Derek’s door for help.

nothing ever promised tomorrow today by preromantics [11k, T]

Grocery shopping, waking up, lasagna, and parallel universes. / When Stiles jumps the last two stairs and turns into the kitchen he’s got his mouth halfway open around “Morning, Mom,” before his dad folds down his paper at the kitchen table to look at him.

In a Straight Line Down by standinginanicedress [40k, T]

“So you want to go to Prom with me just so you can get a plastic crown and a fifty dollar gift card to Outback Steakhouse.”

Stiles sets his jaw. He wants to go to prom with Derek because he wants to go to prom with Derek. But, of course, he’s stubborn and prideful and can’t admit to Derek how it’s barely been twelve hours since they officially broke up and he’s already barely handling it as it is, so he just raises his chin in the air and says, “yes.”

Our Puddle is Deceptively Deep by calrissian18 [10k, E]

They start out in a literal tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

In This World or the Next by Lissadiane [20k, T]

Derek wakes up to the smell of frying bacon and brewing coffee on an ordinary morning in his ordinary life, but he can’t help but shake the feeling that he’s forgotten something important. It probably has to do with the three wishes he’d been granted by the fae after saving the life of their fairy prince, and possibly also the sheriff’s missing son.

In which Derek Hale learns that sometimes being given what we want more than anything else has disastrous consequences.

The Socioeconomic Repercussions of Mutually Assured Destruction by alocalband [15k, E]

"The trouble with having the kind of brain that likes to write essays on male circumcision for an Economics class, is that it also likes to turn PowerPoint presentations for Biology into odes on the perfection of notorious bad boy Derek Hale’s backside.”

Five Times Derek and Stiles Kissed For Practice (And One Time They Didn’t) by mikkimouse [5k, T]

In which Derek and Stiles grow up together and practice kissing, roughly in that order.

Little Promises by crossroadswrite [2k, G]

Derek doesn’t really know what happened. He just knows there was a lady and she was pretty but she was also really mean and she was trying to hurt his friends.

“Holy fuck,” Erica mutters and is harshly shushed by Isaac.

“Don’t swear in front of the kid.”

“It’s not a kid,” Erica counters. “It’s just-“

“Derek?”

King of the Road by Stoney [30k, E]

Derek sees the guy–all long lines, furtive glances, hungry–leaning against the diner out in the middle of nowhere. Yeah, Derek’s hungry, too.

tide pulls from the moon by paintedrecs [45k, M]

hen Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.

“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”

The Summer of Snow Cones and Not-Dates by clarkoholic, skywardsmiles [38k, M]

Summer is really boring. Like, mind-numbingly boring. Except for the part where Stiles can’t figure out if Derek’s his boyfriend, or why every werewolf in town keeps approaching him in the bathroom.

Teenage Dream by matildajones [58k, M]

“I’m married. I’m married to Derek Hale,” Stiles says. Everything seems to hit him at once. He pushes aside the fact there’s a celebrity sitting right next to him, and then thinks of why the fuck he can’t remember him, why he doesn’t know who he’s married to, and how much time he must have lost.–After an accident, Stiles wakes up to what can only be a dream. He has money, he has fame, he has award winning actor Derek Hale as his husband. It quickly seems more and more like a nightmare because Stiles doesn’t remember getting any of it - and it’s hard to accept the reality that Derek can still love him.

You look like my next mistake by Vendelin [15k, T]

“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes.

His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to.

In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn’t.

A Problematic Loyalty by alocalband [4k, T]

The problem isn’t that Stiles is stubborn. The problem is that people keep hitting on him.

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband [25k, E]

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

‘Till You Make It by standinginanicedress [46k, M]

“I’m saying – let’s fake it.”

Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he’s fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”

“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we’re doing as well as our parents want us to and then they’ll be off our backs, right?”

“We don’t have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he’d much rather be yelling. “We’re literally soulmates.”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s going to be so fucking easy. I can’t believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”

Kindred Spirits by Stoney [104k, E]

Stiles is the adopted son of the Sheriff, brought to Beacon Hills to hopefully stay for good. A family, a best friend, school, Jackson as Josie Pye (because who else could he be?) and the mystery of a dark haired, green-eyed boy which leads Stiles to discovering a secret within himself.

we’re catching bullets in our teeth (it’s hard to do but they’re so sweet) by prettyasadiagram [12k, M]

Stiles says he’s a Web Developer. Derek says he an Internal Auditor.

They’re both liars, but you can’t exactly tell your significant other that you kill people for a living, now can you?

Insane Chemistry (with Derek Hale) by theroguesgambit [13k, M]

Derek is the popular, varsity jock, prom king of the school, and Stiles is not going to be the cliche that ends up falling for him. (It’s not a cliche if no one else knows about it, right?)

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq [61k, T]

“Carry me,” Stiles says.

“No.”

“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”

“Please?”

“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

"Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

But Then What… by Stoney [24k, E]

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn’t like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn’t attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

The Great Pretender by talktowater [45k, E]

Stiles is the new kid at Beacon Hills High, class of 1958 and he’s trying to make an impression. Derek can’t figure out why this kid is so set on making such a bad one.

Here’s to the Static by matildajones [80k, T]

Stiles spends most of his college break in a coffee house where he stares after Derek Hale. For some reason, Stiles is unaware of the fact he’s quite the musician, and Derek amuses himself at Stiles’ obliviousness.

Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit [18k, T

“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That’s… huh.

–

Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).

The Rest Is Unwritten by mikkimouse [6k, T]

Once upon a time, the werewolf king and queen invited five fairies to the christening of their only son. The fairies bestowed the boy with gifts—beauty, grace, wit, and the most adorable teeth in all the land.

But before the fifth fairy could give her gift, a wicked fairy from the other Court arrived and cast a terrible curse on the baby prince. He would have a life full of tragedies, she declared, and die young, of a broken heart.

The king and queen were beside themselves with grief. It was very old, powerful magic, so there was little they could do to break it. However, the fifth fairy had yet to give her gift. The curse could not be broken, she told them, but it could be altered.

She bestowed upon the prince the gift of perseverance, so that he would never lose his will to live, even in the face of countless tragedies. And when he found the one who would stand by his side and face those tragedies with him without fail, that is when the curse would be broken. Because the fairy knew there was nothing in all the world more powerful than true love. Not even a wicked fairy’s curse.

Laying Groundwork by LunaCanisLupus_22 [10k, E]

His expression isn’t much to go by but the entire clubs howling gets louder at his appearance and Stiles literally pops a boner watching the guy’s big hands wrestle with the microphone stand.

Or the one where Scott and Stiles go clubbing and there’s this broody Bouncer out to get Stiles-

Or get into his pants. Thank God it’s the latter.

By a Law Divine by mirrorkill [23k, M]

Okay, so, kissing Stiles. That’s a weird thing that Derek’s doing now. He has no idea where it’s even coming from, especially considering bickering and fighting is their usual state of existence.And then he does find out where it’s coming from: A curse that’s making everyone in town kiss someone they have mutual feelings for. …yeah, Derek’s not even sure why he’s surprised by that.

Friends of Early Theory by Nanoochka [23k, E]

In which Derek is a gruff, struggling executive for his family’s sprawling, wealthy company in New York, and Stiles is his quirky, offbeat intern who brings him cold coffee each morning and wears stupid T-shirts to work and generally succeeds at being a thousand times more charming than Derek could ever hope to be. To the outside observer, their relationship is combative but fond, although in private Stiles and Derek have a great deal more secrets, anger, and painful history between them than Derek is prepared to acknowledge or reveal. In retrospect, that might be half of the problem.

The Way to My Heart (French Insults) by KuriKuri [10k, T]

Letting out a long sigh, Derek turns away and braces himself for the next hellish filming segment. After all, apparently he’s going to have to smile while greeting twenty-five contestants. Shit, what if they try to hug him? Or, god forbid, kiss –

He doesn’t get any further with that thought, because a limo pulls into the driveway. He braces himself for the worst. The worst, who… actually doesn’t look that horrifying.

“I’ve been dying to meet you!” she exclaims as she catches sight of him.

Then, she flings herself at him and ensnares him in a bone-crushing hug.

Scratch that – she’s completely horrifying. And Derek’s pretty sure he can hear errand boy what’s-his-face laughing in the distance.

(Or: In which Derek gets roped into being the 'eligible bachelor’ on a dating show and instead falls for one of the show’s interns.)

How I Met My Werebunny by Moku [19k, T]

“This is going to end in tears,” Scott told Derek while he watched the man easily lifting Stiles’ desk up with one hand and driving nails into the ceiling with the thumb of the other. “Probably mine.”

Or:

When a Stiles and a Failwolf love each other very much, they’ll engage in a prank war. Basically, it’s a mating ritual for dorks in love.

Wild Tonic by officerstilinskihale [11k, M]

Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.

“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.

“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.

But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek’s arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Me too.

Practice Makes Perfect by blacktofade [21k, E]

In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.

Feline Persuasion by rensahannou (asmalltigercat) [15k, T]

Derek doesn’t need to worry about the cat living under the porch at his family’s old house, it’s just—Derek’s just used to worrying about things.

Hot Single Dad Derek Hale by WhoNatural [13k, E]

Wherein Derek is a Hot Single Dad, possibly with a little case of martyrdom, and Stiles is the newest client at his publishing house who really just wants to make him happy. Preferably while they’re both naked.

He doesn’t get to talk to Stiles a whole lot - and it’s fine, it’s professional and polite, but there is a little something that lights up in him when he thinks about him, sees him. Derek’s life has been mostly about preschool and Big Hero 6 and extra-curricular activities for so long now that it’s a shock to the system when he finds himself pre-occupied with something so… adult.And there are many, many adult things on his mind where Stiles is concerned.

I Call You Names Because I Love You by Rawren (Zimothy) [13k, M]

Years of touring with Stiles would never have prepared Derek for the day his beloved techie fell in love with someone else.

Maybe Someday (I’ll Be Home For Next Year) by ofherlionheart [16k, T]

AKA, the Grandma Stilinski fic. Derek Hale meets a Mabel Stilinski while living in New York. He learns that she has a grandson. There are miscommunications, scarves, stealth-matchmaking plans, and cookies. Many, many cookies.

my wings a hurricane by kellifer_fic [20k, T]

Stiles had been like any other kid growing up in the era of dragons. He’d watched the cartoons, the news stories, had the lunch box. When his screening at Beacon Hills High had come up negative, he’d been disappointed but unsurprised. His positive results were returned three years too late for it to be in any way convenient or cool.Or, the one where they ride dragons.

Thrill (like white-hot wire) by raisesomehale [4k, M]

Stiles made the decision that Derek was his new best friend (and that he’ll one day marry him) the day he shared his dinosaur chicken nuggets with him.

The Newlywed Game by Captain_Loki [19k, M]

Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Plot twist: It doesn’t.

[Sleep]Walking After You by relenafanel [59k, M]

Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.

Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.

Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.

#asks #anonymous #rec list #sterek

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Possible V Route plot I came up with (spoilers !!!)

@choisgirls this was what I was talking about lol Friend: If there is V route, what story it might be? Would it be that she dumped rika for mc or something like that for the ending? Me: (this is gunna get long as shit) I think V would come to chatroom more often during the forst four days period, at first to make sure MC is okay and all, then when you're on his route he comes to the chatroom bc he's curious about MC personally. They chat a lot and V sees that MC is kind and understanding and everything, unlike Rika, so he starts to open up to her as he begins to realize that 1. Rika wasnt as perfect as he thought and 2. He may or may not be starting to have feelings for MC (he thinks its friendship feelings tho) I think the Big Event™ that happens in V's route would be that Saeran, who monitors the chatroom more often, finds out about V being all nice to MC and reports to Rika. Rika gets furious and sends Saeran to attack the apartment. Seven, who managed to hack into Minteye's database due to Saeran's increased interference in the chatroom, discovers this plan and relates it to V, while also demanding answers for Saeran being with Minteye. (he doesnt know about Rika since Saeran refers to her exclusively as Savior) Bad End: In the chatroom, you are... let's say not-so-nice to V, pretty much lowkey Rika? So V initially hesitates to go save you, but since he's a kind and good boi, he goes anyway. V goes to the apartment too late and both of you die by Saeran's hand. Continuing: V manages to get to the apartment before Saeran with Seven's help (Seven decides to reluctantly trust him after V promises he'll explain later) and manages to get MC to safety by the time Saeran arrives. Saeran trashes the apartment out of anger that he failed his Savior. Seven and V decide there's no way in hell MC can go back to the apartment, and after some deliberation its decided that MC will stay with Jumin, since he has high security as well as quite a few spare rooms on his big-ass penthouse for V and MC. Since V feels it's his fault that MC was almost killed, he retreats within himself again, which leads to MC asking Jumin about V in hopes of getting answers. Through this, Jumin and MC get closer, while V inexplicably feels kinda jealous, ohoho, and he starts to realize his feelings for MC are romantic instead of platonic. In the chatroom, MC either flirts with Jumin a lot or is constantly trying to comfort V and tell him it's not his fault, it's okay, she's not mad at him/doesn't blame him, etc. Bad End: MC ends up with Jumin after flirting with him a lot while she and V were at Jumin's place. They get married and stuff while V watches, heartbroken, as Jumin's best man. Continuing: After MC's constant support and comforting and reassurance, V finally accepts that the attack wasnt his own fault, and starts to slowly see that all the shit that happened with Rika wasn't really his fault either. He no longer feels like he must let his vision decay away as his punishment and announces to Jumin and MC that he will get his eyes fixed, to both of their delight, as well as telling MC that thanks to her, he's beginning to move on from Rika. When he tells the rest in the chatroom, most are pretty happy (except angsty Yoosnug bc hoW DARE V MOVE ON FROM RIKA but its ok 'cause he comes around eventually after V and Snug have a heart to heart in the chatroom and Snug eventually moves on from Rika too.) Now, having finally moved on from Rika and realized his feelings for MC, V starts to lowkey flirt with MC (buts its super awkward and cheesy cos tol V is actually very smol) and they kinda highkey have chemistry going on (which Jumin is happy about 'cause his Best Bro is finally getting the happiness he deserves), and they set an operation date to fix his eyes ASAP. Let's say the operation day is like day 9/10. When V and MC are on the way to the hospital for the operation (MC is there for support), they are once again attacked by Saeran and Rika. Saeran had still been monitoring the chatroom, found out about V moving on from Rika and forgiving himself. Saeran reported to Rika, so Rika, furious, orders MC's and V's deaths. Rika herself was there to personally kill V for "betraying" her, and kill MC for stealing V. Saeran was more like backup/an escort. Bad end: V jumps in front of MC when Saeran shoots at MC, and he bleeds out in MC's arms since it's like right to the heart, (I mean this kind boi's heart must be huge so it's a big target lol) and Rika suddenly decides to kidnap MC and forcefully induct her into Minteye to "atone for her sins" under Rika's watch. A few months later, after total silence from her and the RFA has somewhat accepted her and V's sudden "disappearance", MC suddenly reappears in the chatroom, saying how she just managed to escape Minteye and begging the RFA for help. When they go to meet her at where she is (Seven tracked her location from her phone), MC's back is turned to them. Jumin calls out to her, and when she turns around, it's a CG showing MC... but she has mint-green eyes and there is a small tattoo of an eye on her collarbone. Jumin is confused for a second before forgetting about it when MC "cries from happiness" at seeing the RFA. In reality, she is now Minteye's secret agent and is Saeran's assistant, here to convert the RFA members and bring them to paradise. Continuing: MC and V manage to escape and hide from Rika and Saeran. MC calls the police, and the two get arrested. (Eventually, through interrogation, the police find out about Minteye and its members/victims, and they are rescued and all put in a psyche ward to try to recover from the brainwashing, solving quite a few kidnapping/disappearance cases in one shot) MC and V make it for V's operation. After the (unrealistically short) operation, MC stays with V in his ward, taking care of him and reporting his welfare in the chatroom. The two get even closer during this period and after a bit of talking, where V reveals to her his real name (MY BOI KIM JIHYUN), as well as the truth of how his eyes were injured in the first place. MC feels so bad for him that she goes to hug him, but V gets all blushy and is like "um.... would you mind if I... kiss you ????" And then tHEY KISS YAYYYYY. The rest of the day, the RFA is totally fine with this, and is fine with MC staying with V for now to take care of him, and Jumin (ofc) send over like 10 million guards, but they raise the question of how MC can come to the party if she's caring for V. Normal end: since the party ended up small, with not many guests except some reporters who had wanted to interview V and MC and the RFA for their involvement with "The Minteye/Magenta Case", V and MC stay in the hospital together, and V kisses MC again as he promises her he will tell her the whole truth after everything is better. (The question js tho: will he??? :OOOOO) Good End: Due to the huge number of guests as well as reporters at the party, MC decides she should go to help, albeit reluctantly. V, not wanting to be without MC for even a moment now that he's so happy with her, begs the doctor to allow him to come along (eventually he does.) At the party, V and MC are swarmed by reporters who interview them relentlessly about The Minteye/Magenta Case. After security shoos away the reporters, Jumin pulls MC away for a sec to thank her for helping V so much, but also lowkey implying that he has feelings for her (it's like Rika all over again- //shot) before Zen pulls MC away from Jumin and scolds him for taking her away from V who needs her so much. (lololol) MC wraps her arm around V and acts as his guide through the party (I mean, he just had surgery, his eyes are probably gonna be bandaged af and he's gonna need someone to help him get around) and after MC brings him to a more quiet corner so he has space, he kisses her again and hugs her tight, then whispers in her ear: "MC... I never thought I would get over Rika, but... you managed to heal my heart, my soul.... I love you so much... Will you please stay with me... for the rest of our lives?" (yeS MY BOI, YES) After end: V and MC are on a picnic while overseas, on one of his photography trips to get pics to sell for next party, and V's character thingy DOESNT HAVE SUNGLASSES, BLESS HIM. It's revealed that they're married, and V says he's so happy to have this life with MC... as well as to create life with her as well. The CG suddenly shows V and MC sitting in a beautiful place, on a picnic blanket, cuddling with each other and MC quite obviously pregnant. They chat for a bit, and MC jokingly teases, arent you going to take pictures of the beauty around us ? And V replies, ok, and takes out his camera, moving away to take a pic of MC. MC is like, why'd you take a pic of me, silly? He replies: "Because, my love, your inner and outer beauty outshines everything else in the universe. You are the most beautiful thing I could possible take a picture of." Me: *is dying*

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ayatanskywalker4u · 3 years

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NO ONE CAN BLAME YOU FOR WALKING AWAY

Does the story end when we go? Does love die if the pages stop turning? I hope so because Im in pain. How do u tell someone "you cheated 1st"? I slept with two women and the other I still love. I read her tumblr page when she wasnt looking, its not like i was the greatest guy. She said stuff like i said mean things. I know i did. Like a kid throwing a tantrum because i dreamed of a future. You know, having kids a house, maybe a dog. If i didnt love her why risk going to jail to save her life? Her father threatened to call the cops on me when i banged on the door yelling and crying shouting "SHES DYING" it was raining that night like some movie and me running through it. We were always there for eachother whether it was a prayer or a hand. I asked her to marry me and she said yes, that was somewhere in the middle.

Theres a lot that happened, some NSFW stuff that happened to her. I could see it breaking her. And when we finally met again she was laughing about some of the graphic content. She told me the old her was dead, like she was just looking past me. Like the night she was dying from an overdose. She didnt see the man that loves her. She only saw what she wanted to see.

When the ambulance took her away i met her the next day in the hospital ward. I will always remember this because as i turned away from her hand i felt her standing there almost begging me not to leave. I had to go, i joined the military.

What went through my mind during that moment was does she love me, then why didnt she call me before the pills? And she's slept with other men to boot. But i was always there even if it made me mad.

There was this other girl, Ebony. She was pretty but so was Ashley. I wanted to try getting back at her for running around. And no i didnt go to bed with Ebony after Ashley's incident. Not right after. I still shouldnt have. "He who touches a women divored commiteth adultery." The same goes for man. I sinned against my very heart which was Ashley and now she hates me.

Im not the type to go get a new dog when we have to put down o'l yeller. When my dog Ginger died i never replaced her. Can you replace a son or a daughter, a father or mother? Can you replace the person you almost lost your life for? I guess the question is should you though. I hate sounding like im giving up on what i believe in. I love ginger and i believe in a better place.

I stayed gone to military training until 2010. Ashley called in the beginning to see if i was alright. I was still mad at her. Was she sleeping with others even though i wasnt around even Ebony? Lol no but ebony was sleeping against me and Ashley even stalked her to find out for me. I thought she was manipulating my emotions. That was the beginning of our downfall. I called her, Ashley, right around my graduation. I was outside of a hotel the privates threw a party at. I missed her and decided to go outside and call her. She was with some other man sadly. Probably doing some NSFW with him as my heart breaks. She laughed at me over the phone, like hey Ash come on its OB. Im still here. I graduated but the woman i love left me.

After the military i called her every now and again. She wouldnt pick up most of the time. I joined the conservation corps and just decided to wait until she asked me to come over. My heart was racing when she asked to talk, funny enough i believe i quit there right beforehand.

We talked about a lot of stuff. Mainly she talked about the guy and the NSFW stuff. All while looking off in the distance just smiling and giggling about how he made her scream and broke the cheap Walmart bed. I was getting upset. Holding my tongue. But when she told me her father touched her, thats when i cracked. I laughed at her pain because it seemed like she was ignoring mine. I missed her forever and a day and she was just, idk she was something, a happy i wouldnt call happy. I spent the night i think, even tried to pull a night with her but its like she just hated me. The last time i recalled ever seeing her was the hospital. She must have held the hospital and ebony against me.

Fast forward to the next day she drops me off at my house. As i stare at her wondering whats going on in her head, probably the dudes equipment, she reaches out and tries to hug me. I pushed her hands away, like she just wanted me to feel like everything was going to be alright. She only wanted to chase tail. Like all those moments over the years we were together didnt matter. I know she was talkin to someone else, i felt like i couldnt "satisfy" her anymore in a way. She definitely didnt like my moves the night before. I watched her get back in the car and drive off.

Some years passed and we lost the house. I overdosed on i think excedrin. That was the night she wouldnt pick up her phone. Funny enough that bottle wasnt enough to finish the job. The cycle of wanting to die when you lose a love like a dog, pig, cow, man women, whatever its hard to kill unless you have hope.

I gathered my senses and decided to leave california for Minnesota. The week prior was bad though. I started hallucinating and i heard voices. I started developing schizophrenia, and destroyed my mothers house due to it. Back to the following week im leaving for Minnesota and Tony tells me he has a gun he wants to sell. I figure i'd buy it when i get paid. You guessed it, im looking to make the job quick. Ashley didnt love me anymore. She wont miss me anyways. I Know how to pull an M9 apart blind folded and put it back together within seconds. I know the central nervous system is what you aim for. Its in the back of the skull at the nape of the neck. You'd leave this world in seconds. I know it sounds grim but come on, its better than commiting adultery against my heart. Who wants to live and suffer at the same time?

Tony saw me brandishing the piece and hid it from me i was crying about what i had done to everyone.

Tony ended up ditching me in Minnesota, luckily it wasnt my first time eating out of a trash can. Home is where you make it. Some people at the shelter became my friends and we played guitars together. But i wasnt as good with the guitar as i am now.

Salvation army was my first job in Minnesota, i was just happy again. I grew my hair out and styled it down, not like Prince and less greasy. After work id go get a drink. I worked that job for about two months i know because my birthday had passed and i believe i turned 25.

2015 came down and i still was asking god what now. I was skinny and handsome playing the guitar with a job. There were women who'd look and stare and some thought i was full of myself. The truth is i just wanted to be able to hold ashley if she ever fell in my arms. I was kinda muscly. I always told myself that one day her legs will fail but id be ready, the muscles werent just for show.

I hit on a few women but i never chased. Id go to the library every now and again to read. And then it hit me, even though i had no cell phone i could use the computers, Ashley was the 1st thing on my mind. I called, i dont think she answered but messaged back. She sounded angry. She was pregnant is what she was. Little did i know. All said and done she left me feeling more empty than i had planned. I started getting angry at God, "if you control everything and move everything, why are you moving me toward Ashley? She doesnt even see the love anymore or remember the sacrifices."

The train to the mall was coming by soon. I went to the liquor store with a plan. Buy as much fireball whiskey as i can consume and jump off of the mall of america. The train was sluggish, probably because i had been drinking. I fell into a doze just before the last stop, "The Mall of America". I woke up and walked slowly, tipsy, toward the elevators to the 6th floor. I heard a voices as i walked to the ledge. I turned around to see if anyone was watching me, my back against the guard rail. I climbed on top and looked down, liquor really did help. I turned my head up and told God "you want my life? You can have it". I let go of my hands back toward the earth and fell asleep.

When i woke up it was about 2 weeks later. My vision was blurry but i made out my mom crying on my chest. I slowly reached and touched her scalp. She didnt know i woke up. Short lived, i went back to sleep. Not just my mom was there but my sister too. They drove from California. How did they find me with no ID?

I stayed in that hospital for 3 months, due to my injuries and placed in the psych ward. My family visited me every few months. All that was going through my head is 'I'm alive" it took me a while to figure out how to use my legs being one has nerve damage now. But i started walking before my bones could fully fuse. The nurses told me to stop.

After i gained disability and got placed in housing, i bought a game to occupy my time. No more work outs, no more running, just me trying to forget the reasons i gave up on life. A couple months to about a year later my mother asks if i want to leave the housing and save the disability money. I said yes to that. I didnt know they'd take me back to california on my birthday. It was a nostalgic drive.

I picked up a walking routine and decided talking to ashley was always going to end with her thinking about my faults. I stopped calling her for probably 4-5 years no messages, nothing.

One day my mom asks if i want to go for a ride and talk. We drove until we reached the on ramp she passes me her phone with a picture of Ashley holding a baby. It was Zipporah. What should i have felt? If ashley is dead why did ashley hold onto the dream? And share it with someone who just left her holding the bag. I couldnt believe it after how hard we tried to bring her into this world.

But i cant chase Ashley anymore, i cant even run, literally.

I didnt know if she was married or not to the dude all i know is his ass wasnt in any pictures with the baby. Ive done some searchin around, he was some dead beat who'd prey on women revealing there weak sides on the internet instead of reality. Yeah I never liked virtual dating. That or the websites. Why do for me what i can do myself?

Even after zipporah was in my view i was a happy mad. Happy that Ashley finally got her family minus the father. But mad at the whoremonger man who just left her. I was a little sore with Ashley for hiding it.

Its been a a year and a couple months after the pictures were seen. I started forcing the thought of Ashley out. I wanted her to disappear, me or her, but mainly me. She wants to chase body parts thats on her. But Im broken now. I still love her and sure some might say less than before but i say im just skeptical now. Besides what good is seeing me broken going to do for her? Idk if she'd just laugh at me again. I kinda wish she would, so i can take these feelings and curse the day she ever earned my love.

Whats the point in arguing though. We were so happy until people stepped in and sabotaged our emotions. You hate me for cheating, laughing at what happened between the father and you and walking away. When i should have stayed. I forgave all the crap in the past. But im almost done.

The doctors told me i dont have much time left after my jumping act. I messed up my innards pretty good. The alcohol relaxed the impact though. I dont want to tell my mother, she'd flip over what im talking about. I think i can close the book on this life well too.

Even though i didnt get to help raise the dreams we shared i learned you still held onto dead things just to keep the dream alive. Ashley is alive in there somewhere, only ashley would name that baby zipporah.

I can leave happy.

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lonelylovelylady · 6 years

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November 12, 2017

Dear Mom,

It’s been almost 6 months since you died. It still hurts just as bad as the day I found out you died. I miss you so much. My heart aches for you. I don’t want to get in too deep about this though. It makes me too sad. So let me fill you in on what you’ve missed.

Sam Super’s mom practically forced me to tell people about your passing. I didn't even tell sam lol. I told my boss, and my coworker Mackenzie told my old coworker Jenilee who works with Jordan and so she told Jordan and then Jordan told Sam. Sam’s mom left me a kind but low-key scary voicemail basically saying I needed my friends and not to push people away. So when I felt ready, I made an isnta post in your memory. I made the post after April when I saw you last. I knew you were dying. I got lots of heart warming messages from friends. Then I made my first appearance at Carla’s party. That party was fun but weird. I didn’t want people to bring it up or give me pity. You know how much I hate being pitied. Then I went back to work which was weird. Ms. Retta gave me another week than I planed to recover and grieve. i wish I had gone back to work sooner just because I wanted things to go back to normal. Going back to work was good. Of course my coworkers hugged me and offered my condolences. Some of them even had texted me saying they were sorry. Working at grits grill this summer was hell lol. I kinda want to quit but i love my coworkers and they’ve become my second family. But I did too much work for too little pay. But this was my 3rd summer there. I’m not sure if I’m going to come back next summer. I might take summer classes during the day and just work there on weekends. I started working at Waves Pizza with my friend Chris Davis. I loved working there. It was fun and i loved my coworkers. The only downside was that it would be over 100 degrees almost every single day. But my boss and I were basically the same person. Her name is Leigh Raskin. Then I bonded super well with my other coworker Justin Old and of course I had Chris. I was so sad to leave. I didn’t want to go back to college, mom. I didn’t do marching band. I didn’t want to stop working and leave the beach. This summer was good to me. I worked and went to the beach. I got high almost every night lmao. I could pretend like everything was fine, and for the most part it was. I saw Stefanie and Grace and then I saw Jake later. I’m mad at you for not keeping in touch with them once Grandma passed away and especially once Dad passed away.

Let me tell you all about college! I think i'm about to fail psych. I’m sorry mom. It’s just too much work and i don’t care anymore. But i know i have to do well in all my other classes so I can coda into my major. I made friends mom! I live in Turlington Hall this year. It’s great. I made really good friends with this girl named Ariana Ferrira who is drop dead gorgeous. She’s so studious and always busy lol. I wish I was as studious as she was. Then I made friends with Madeline, but right now we’re in a rough spot. She’s very rude and blunt sometimes which I don’t want in my life. I also made friends with Cassidy Winker and Morgan Broadnack. I made friends with this girl named Lindsey Coombs, she’s super sweet. Then there’s Danielle Dalton but we all call her dani. She’s definitely a free spirit just like you. I see a lot of her in you, actually. Then there’s clara. She’s from Britain, she’s very hippy, just like you . She wears bright colors and peace signs and she’s just like you mommy. Then there’s kelly daughtridge. She’s my RA but she’s probably my college best friend. I think we’re gonna live together next year in an apartment. I also have guy friends. Chris Bullock is my closet guy friend and i love him dearly. We always laugh so much when we’re together. Then there’s Benjamin Williams. He’s the other Ra but we get along so well and I deeply cherish our friendship. Then I’m becoming closer to Mason Ward who i want to have sex with and also be with. He’s beauTIFUL. This year is so much better than last. I actually have friends. I was so miserable and lonely last year. I went and saw Zoe for fall break. I still hate her and Chris. She could do so much better. She deserves so much better. She’s settling. She doesn’t know how to live without a guy. She gets that from you. Stefanie and Tim visited me for parents and families weekend at State.

I’m trying to think of what else to say. Idk how I’ve changed. I feel like i'm genuinely more happy. But i’m also more sad and depressed. Your death has left such a big hole in my heart and in my life. I’m gonna go through life constantly searching for the unconditional love of my parents which I’m never going to get. I tried to talk to Zoe when I miss you but it’s not the same. I usually just end up getting frustrated with her. She doesn’t understand my feelings. I tried to talk to Stefanie about things I want to tell you but it’s not the same. There’s too many awkward pauses. It’s not the same. It’s like talking to a stranger. I wish you were here mom. I'm sorry I didn’t know you better and didn't talk to you. I think the issue is that I just wanted you to understand things. I didn't want to explain them to you. But that’s my fault again. I should have talked to you more then I would have had to explain things to you. I wish you were here so I could talk to you. I would do everything all over again. I would be a better daughter. I would call you everyday. I would fill you in on everything. Some times I’m fine, but then something makes me think of you. I don't know how I’m gonna ever bounce back from this. It’s too hard.

I love you mom. I don’t know how often I’m gonna write to you, or well write to the idea of you. This is mostly for me, so I can look back on this. As well as maybe a way of coping with not having you. I wish I could say I’m going to make you proud. I’m not sure anymore. I don't feel motivated to do anything, I'm not sure if that’s because I’m so god damn depressed about your death or if that’s just how I am.

I love you.

Love always,

Jodi

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