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teencopandthesourwolf · 6 months

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He freezes. Doesn't know what the hell else to do.

He can't picture it: Derek can't remember the last time somebody put their arms around him.

Was it Laura?

Of course it was Laura. How could he forget that? Derek has gotten pretty good at blocking things out—a little too good, it seems.

She didn't tell him she was going before she left New York. Didn't say a fucking word, just vanished. Derek had woken up one morning and she was gone. She'd known without doubt that Derek would only follow her if she had said a single word to him.

Nobody ever granted Derek’s wishes, no matter who he prayed to. The desperate pleas where he asked to go back and get a chance to fix things, they all went unheard.

Laura left to go back to the place they both wished still existed just as it had; a place they were wanted alive, not dead. It wasn't fair that it was the very same place they would be hunted down if they did return, like the rabid animals the Argent's presumed they were.

Leaving the way they did meant they hadn't gotten the chance to see if anything was left at the house. They couldn't mark graves, or grieve properly.

That same place also happened to be the place they'd been born, the place they'd grown up and called home.

Derek had never wanted Laura to face all of that alone.

The burnt down house. The nothing where there was once everything.

The thought still haunts him. One of so fucking many.

Beacon Hills is home—but it's the home Derek had helped raze to the ground with his selfishness and stupidity. Everything he and Laura had ever known, everyone they'd ever loved, it was all gone, now. Derek had taken those things away from his sister and hadn't even had the guts to tell her. Tell Laura they were all gone because of him, tell her that everything that had happened to their family, to them, was all his fault.

In the aftermath of the fire Laura hugged Derek, and had kept hugging him, over and over in those weeks and months and years that followed. She would pull him into her arms hold him tight, whenever she could sense it was all getting to be too much for him again.

Alpha.

Big sister.

But Laura only knew about some of the reasons why it sometimes felt like too much effort for Derek to keep on breathing.

He never told her about Kate.

And Derek, the fucking coward, he'd allowed Laura to hold him, feeling the flames of shame on his cheeks every time, hot as those that took the lives of his parents. His family. His pack.

Now, he remembers that last time.

“I'm going out.”

Laura stood up, walked around the two mismatched armchairs and stopped him by throwing both her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and hugging him, scenting him.

It always took him a moment to respond these days, but Derek hugged her back.

“What's this for?”

“You. Because I know whomever's bed you end up in tonight, you won't be asking for one of these.”

Oh, fuck no. Derek couldn't handle that. Did she think he was out sleeping with people? Never again, not after…

He pushed his sister off him, gently; a stark contrast to the harsh words that followed.

“Don't fucking coddle me. And fuck you, Laura—I don't sleep in anybody's fucking bed but my own.” A single mattress on the floor of the lounge of their shitty one bedroom apartment. Derek had so many shameful memories, and crawling into his sister's bed every night for the first year after the fire was one of them. “Just—leave me alone.”

Laura was the one—the only—person Derek had left in the entire world, yet his guilt was constantly pushing her away.

“Then where do you go to all these nights, little brother? You might not be clinging to me anymore, night after night, nightmare after nightmare, but you're so rarely in your own bed in the mornings.” She hadn't meant it as a dig. She was his sister and she loved him.

Maybe she thought he was making progress? Seeing people. Moving on.

Derek spent his nights waiting outside of dive bars, hanging around in back alleys and dark places, desperately trying to find scumbags he could taunt who were big enough and hard enough to at least attempt to kick the living shit out of him.

Derek hated being a werewolf, now. He wanted to get hurt and stay hurt.

“Just—out.”

Then Derek turned his back on Laura, leaving her to stand there and watch him walk away as he left her to go out looking for a fight, without looking back.

That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive.

It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since.

Now here he is, standing in his big stupid loft that he bought for his betas—yet another pack he managed to destroy—having given away more than he should, with skinny yet strong arms wrapping themselves as far around his shoulders as they can reach.

Stiles.

“You don't have to hug back. But you can, if you want to. I won't tell,” the kid jokes. It's his way to connect, his connection to the world. A coping mechanism, Derek thinks.

He knows all about those.

“I…” he doesn't have the first fucking clue of how to handle this. Or how to admit he needs it—to himself, let alone somebody else. He doesn't know how to admit that he wants it.

But this is Stiles. The one person in Derek's life who seems, for some unfathomable reason, to give a fuck about Derek. To care about him.

Slowly, very slowly, Derek lifts an arm and awkwardly rests a hand on Stiles's upper back, feels the muscles jump slightly under the kid's baggy clothes as he tentatively spreads his fingers and finds the back of Stiles's neck.

Stiles's voice hitches just a touch as he says, “These can be on tap, you know. If you want them. Stilinski hugs are the best hugs, dude. Believe.”

And Derek finds he does believe. For the first time in forever, Derek believes there could be something good in his life again.

More confidently, now, he brings his other arm up to wrap around Stiles's waist and hugs Stiles tighter, properly, and allows himself to be hugged back.

Derek wonders how he has gone so long without this kind of closeness. Lived without this kindness.

He decides to let the 'dude' pass. Because maybe—maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, to be somebody's dude?

Stiles's dude.

It's a fucking ridiculous moniker and yet Derek suddenly couldn't care less.

“I think I'd like that,” he whispers into the forbidden place where Stiles's jaw meets long, pale neck. "Dude."

Derek can feel Stiles's smile as the kid squeezes him harder. And, ironically, Derek feels as if he can breathe again.

for @greyhavenisback bc i want to hug you in person and can't <3 (unedited, forgive me!)

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boldlyvoid · 10 months

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prompt: reader (or another character) taking care of spencer during a depressive episode

Home is where ever I'm with you

tw: depressive episode, Spencer going non-verbal/one-worded when he needs to speak, mentions of spencers anxiety/depression, his past trauma with maeve, case talk, food mention

wc: 1.8k

Morgan drives him home and walks him up the stairs to his apartment, “can I have your keys?” He asks, reid just nods and hands them to him.

He unlocks Spencer’s apartment and turns on the lights, waking up Spencer’s girlfriend who’s sleeping on the couch. “Hey…” she rubs her eyes, thinking it’s just Spencer. He didn’t know she was over, she came over when he said he was on his way home, and she failed to wait up for him.

“Hi?” Derek answers, “who are you?”

“I’m—

“Y/N,” Spencer finally speaks, he’s been nonverbal since the case ended. It was a bad case. He got a little hurt. All he wanted was to see her and it’s like she knew that.

“Oh,” Derek knows this is the person Spencer’s been talking to for a while now, he remembers all the times he caught Spencer staring at his phone with a smile. This was his new love.

He drops his bag on the ground and rushes over to her, burying his face in her neck and holding her impossibly close. She wraps her arms around him, “I’m here, I’ve got you, baby.”

“Thank you,” Derek shoots her a smile, backing up towards the door. “Have him text me later when he’s feeling better?”

“Will do, thank you, Derek,” she shoots him a smile, knowing him from all Spencers stories. She gives him a little wave as he closes the apartment door, and then they’re alone. “Do you want to eat, have a shower or go to bed?”

“Shower,” he whispers, pulling back he looks at her with such sad eyes. “I’m tired.”

“So we’ll get in the bath,” she whispers, cupping his face in her hands. “I’ve got you.”

She gets him into the bathroom, helps him strip down and she puts a towel over the closed toilet seat. He takes a seat while she runs the bath water, he has the coolest bathtub. His apartment is so old yet a lot of it is newly renovated, his tub is one of those old claw-foot tubs, it’s pretty big and they’ve fit in it together before.

She reaches into the cupboard under his sink and gets the pail she uses to wash his hair when he’s sitting down in the tub. This isn’t the first time she’s done this, it won’t be the last either. The first time she had to take care of him, he felt so awful, he felt like a kid… but from what she’s heard about his childhood, even as a kid, he didn’t have someone to take care of him like this.

She helps him into the tub, she sits on a little stool outside the tub for a moment and then he looks at her with pleading eyes, he wants her to get in too. So she carefully strips and gets into the water right behind him, letting him rest against her chest. She has a washcloth and she covers it in soap, she runs it along his chest and his shoulders, washing the case off him. She kisses his head and right behind his ear, “You can talk to me whenever you’re ready…”

He hums, he knows. He’s just unable to get any words out yet. That’s completely okay. It must’ve been really bad. The last time that this happened, he had to kill someone. That’s the worst part about the job. He hates it. He firmly believes that no matter what someone did, they don’t deserve to die. People can be rehabilitated, they may not be able to change, but you can learn more from a killer when they’re alive than when they’re dead. More people get saved with their prison interviews.

“Scoot forward,” she requests and he does. She gets the pail and fills it with water, “tilt your head back for me?”

He listens again, letting her run the water over his hair so she could wash it for him. He reaches out for the shampoo and hands it back to her, she lathers it up in her hands and starts to run it through his hair. It lathers up… fine but his hair was greasy, she knows if she washes it out and does it again, it’ll actually work this time. So she rinses it out, reapplies the shampoo and watches it bubble up a lot more. He leans his head back even more, clearly enjoying the way she’s managing his scalp. She keeps going just so he can feel some semblance of peace today. He deserved it.

When she does rinse it out again, he sighs, “Thank you.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, Spence,” she whispers before pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“Nothing happened,” he whispers back. “I’m just low… I think I need to go back on my meds.”

“We can call and make an appointment with your psychiatrist in the morning,” she suggests. “Is it just depression or is there also anxiety?”

“Both,” he says with a nod. “I listened to my meditations on the way home but it’s still bad.”

“Do you want me to order you that good salmon rice bowl and get you some more magnesium supplements?”

“Would you mind?” He worries.

She leans over his shoulder and turns his face to the side. “Spence, I’m never going to mind.”

“Thank you,” he says with tears in his eyes.

She simply kisses him, “Do you want to get out?

He nods moving away from her so she can get out of the tub first. She’s quick to dry herself and then hold open a towel to wrap around him once he stands up. She picks up her clothes from the floor so he can step out and not get them wet. “I’m going to the bedroom, I’ll see you in there?”

“Okay,” he agrees, taking a moment to brush his hair in the mirror.

She sets out his favourite comfy clothes and gets into a pair of her pjs that stay in his room for times like these. She changes first and then heads back out to the living room to get her phone so she can order them some food. It’s not too late, so it’ll be no problem getting a delivery. When she makes her way back into the bedroom, Spencer has all the lights out except his little fairy lights, he’s changed into the outfit she picked out for him and getting into bed. She smiles at him, “Comfy?”

He nods, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, love,” she says again, never tiring of all his appreciation. She hops into bed with him. “The food will be here in half an hour… did you want to watch something or read? Maybe listen to some music?”

He sighs, thinking it over. “You can pick the show. I just want to sit with you.”

“Okay,” she understands that. “I love you, you know?”

He nods, smiling building, “I know… I love you.”

She leans over and shares a kiss with him, she cups his cheek and runs her thumb over his prickly facial hair. When she pulls back, she keeps rubbing his cheek with her thumb, “You’re okay, you’re safe, I’m not going anywhere.”

Those are 3 things she knows his anxiety and likes to tell him lies about. His brain convinces him she won’t stay if he’s ‘hard to take care of.’ His brain makes him think that he’s constantly fighting for his life… the adrenaline in his body is too strong, so a simple “you’re okay” or “you’re safe” can change his whole mindset. She’s sat in with him at therapy, she’s learned all the things that set him off and what makes him comfortable, and she’d do anything to make sure that he stays safe. That he stays alive and with her. Even if one day he decided he didn’t love her anymore, there’s nothing she wants more than for him to keep living.

He snuggles into her side, she opens up his laptop and heads right to Netflix, resuming where they were in Grey’s Anatomy the last time she was over. Sure, this shows intense, but the plot is fun to follow, he can tell her what medical facts aren’t true and even try to guess the endings. He loves how she’s already seen it all yet she won’t ever tell him if he’s correct with his guesses… but he’s good at his job, he can tell when she’s trying to pretend he isn’t right. It’s fun for them.

And then their food arrives, they both head out to the kitchen to put it on plates, get real silverware and put their drinks in a glass with ice. They put the laptop on the tiny kitchen table, sit side by side and eat in silence while their show is on. She watches him eat the whole plate, she sees the colour return in his cheeks and his eyes start to get heavy when the carb dump starts to rush through his veins. He’s tired. But she makes him stay up another hour so the food can digest before they head back into the bedroom.

“Can you text Derek,” she suggests, handing him his phone. “Tell him you’re doing better and thank him for the ride home.”

“Okay,” he takes the phone from her and does just that. “Derek says thank you for taking care of me.”

“It’s my pleasure… maybe we can go out for lunch with him this weekend?” She suggests.

He nods, “Yeah… if I’m feeling better.”

“Of course,” she would never rush him. “I’d like to meet everyone at some point.”

“I like that you don’t know them,” he admits. “Then you can’t get hurt.”

There’s another anxious thought.

“I’m not going to get hurt,” she assures him. She wraps her arms around him and looks up into his eyes, “I promise, I’m not going anywhere. I will kill someone with my bare hands to come home to you.”

He manages to smile a bit, “Me too… maybe we could live together? For real?”

She lights right up, “Yeah, yeah I would love that. I mean, maybe not here… this place is already crowded when I visit, but we could start looking for a new apartment together?”

“I’d like that. I’d like to start something fresh and new with you. I think we deserve a happy little place just for us,” he explains, its the most he’s said tonight. He must be feeling better. “I love being with you. I wish you were here all the time.”

“Me too, Spence, that’s why I ran over here tonight,” she shares. “I felt like you’d need some us time.”

“You’re too good to me,” he wraps her up in his arms. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Me either.”

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futureman · 5 months

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bea's masterlist

18+ minors do not interact, * indicates smut currently writing for mike schmidt, josh futturman, peeta mellark, derek danforth & joel miller requests are open thanks for stopping by <3 fic updates @cupofjoel

derek danforth

mama's boy * derek always answers when his mom calls, no matter what or who he's doing

josh futturman

take all of me * when a messy time jump leaves josh with a brand new body part, the only person he wants to show is you

dating start! your first date with josh is likely the best you've ever been on, but you're pretty sure he has no clue it's valentine's day

solo round * josh is sick of meaningless charging, but instead of asking out the pretty, new game store cashier, he decides to take matters into his own hands. again.

peeta mellark

here in the garden * [series] the capitol was supposed to let you live in peace after you played and won their brutal game, and for nearly a decade, they did—until you're chosen as district 11's tribute once again for a special quarter quell. yet somehow, peace finds you anyway in an unlikely form: a golden-haired baker's boy from district 12 who makes you feel alive even in the familiar face of death.

finnick odair

safe & sound after years of hard nights and bad dreams, finnick knows better than anyone how to make you feel safe again

mike schmidt

love like you mike helps you through a rough patch by reminding you of the many, many reasons he loves you

piece of me at 22 years old, mike is given custody of his infant sister after the loss of their parents. though he might not ever truly feel worthy of her, there's one thing he'll always be certain of—they belong together.

don't wanna leave this play date * you and mike find a way to make a boring shift at freddy's a little more interesting

set my clocks early * after months of awkward flirting at work, mike finally takes you home—but in his excitement, things end a little prematurely

waiting to spill * mike never thought your week-long trip home would lead to the discovery of a costly new craving

it's been so long * you and mike are well aware of your feelings for each other, but it's a line you won't cross. maybe it's time you finally did.

dye this space red * mike's a pretty sensitive guy, emotionally and otherwise, and there's a theory you'd love to test on his thighs

happiest day * when you least expect it, mike surprises you with a confession

eyes on the monitor * mike catches something on the security cameras that really shouldn't be happening at a family-friendly pizzeria—even an abandoned one

his purple sweater * mike really likes the way you look in his favorite sweater

joel miller

his favorite girl * [series] joel agrees to teach you how to play guitar for a college course, but you can't keep your eyes off him long enough to play. your lessons get a lot harder when you realize he feels the same.

keep it on the low * [series] after a rough breakup, you and joel strike up a deal to keep sleeping together. you don't talk about it, you don't tell anyone, and you definitely don't get attached. definitely.

you're a mean one, mr. miller you and ellie decide the solution to joel's grinch-like approach to the holidays lies in finding him the perfect gift

a matter of time * joel can't remember the last time he took things slow and let himself feel. you give him a gentle reminder.

body language * joel shows up at your place in the middle of the night with a camcorder and an idea

give in * joel shows you how to love yourself the way you deserve

switching the positions * a collection of micro-fics chronicling the days of a very eventful week in the lives of you and joel miller

the way we fight * you and joel love taking your frustrations out on each other—in more ways than one

come clean * joel comes home after a messy day on patrol, but you're already in the shower

you take my self control * your first act of brutality leaves you reeling, but you realize you’ve started to crave that violence and it terrifies you. joel steps in to satisfy your craving.

living in a state of dreaming joel's nightmares have evolved into full-blown sleepwalking. you and ellie remind him that, together, you'll always keep each other safe

a sudden sense of liberty joel reminds you that you'll never truly be alone

here in your arms * joel's arms are especially distraction this morning, so you decide to wake him up and do something about it

way too damn needy * after an extremely frustrating day off work, joel's feeling needy and lets you take control

one more cup of coffee you wake up on an unassuming monday morning and discover what you've always known—you're in love with joel miller

does your mother know? * joel never could've anticipated what his friends' daughter had in store for him when he got invited to friday night dinner

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noyzinerd · 2 years

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The new trailer certainly creates a window to make a plausible explanation for why Stiles isn't there.

I can imagine Scott yelling to bring together the WHOLE pack, because "We're gonna need everyone for this!"

Lydia, being the logically more objective one, chimes in that he's the only one who's seen inside of that thing. If they have any chance of defeating the Nogitsune again, they have to call Stiles.

The sheriff is quiet, but his hand is shaking at his side. The idea of that thing being anywhere near his son makes him sick and cold on the inside. Sheriff Stilinski was there for the night terrors, the fall out, he watched his boy lose his grasp on reality, carried him over to his bed after Stiles fell asleep at his desk after trying to stay awake for days. As much as it feels like he's already zipping his son into a bodybag, he knows they're right. They're right and he's outnumbered here.

Derek watches as the sheriff pulls out his private civilian phone with loose, trembling fingers. Right as he hesitantly starts to dial the number, Derek reaches out and snatches the phone.

"You can't call him."

Surprised, Sheriff Stilinski turns to him and asks "Why not?"

Looking the man dead in the eye, Derek simply says, "Because your phone is broken," and snaps the phone in half.

The whole room is shocked silent.

A moment passes before a teary, absolutely grateful smile spreads across the sheriff's face. "Yeah. I guess it is." And just like that, he leaves, because, well, it can't be helped.

An hour later, and the pack are watching back and forth, like a tennis match, as Scott and Derek continue to argue.

"You're being selfish!"

"I don't care. This town has taken enough from him already. I'm not going to watch as that thing taps him dry." While everyone had been busy grieving Allison, Derek had watched as Stiles forced himself to 'suck it up' and get better, jamming misaligned pieces together and duct taping over the jagged edges, because the pack needed him. He'd been running on empty for so long, looking out for the pack, there was never any room for him to absorb his own trauma before being thrown into some new bullshit. It's time someone finally looked out for Stiles.

As Lydia goes to pull out her own phone, a sweet, still mostly confused, but endearingly well-meaning, Eli immediately swipes Lydia's phone from her hands and smashes it on the ground before looking over at his father for approval, his head cocked to the side with an expression that reads 'Yes? Eli do good?'

Eli's face lights up at Derek's proud smile. If the kid had had a tail, it would have been wagging.

Derek turns back to Scott, undeterred. "Besides, don't you remember how powerful the Nogitsune was when it had Stiles? How do you know that isn't its plan? To lure Stiles to Beacon Hills. You'd be giving it what it wants by bringing him back here."

Scott grits his teeth and clenches his fists, but he concedes.

"Fine." Scott says, "But we should at least tell him about this."

"No! You know how he is. He'll want to get involved. That self-sacrificing asshole will find some way to get himself killed. And facing Allison again after-...You can't. We don't know why she's here or if she's another Nogitsune trick. I'm not putting him in a situation where he might have to kill her."

Stiles could be mad at him later. Derek would gladly take the brunt of that blame. At least there would be a Stiles alive to yell at him, so it didn't matter. As long as he had something to say about it, Derek was never letting Stiles step foot back in this hellhole.

#Sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #mieczysław stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #2022 teen wolf movie #Best boy Eli #eli hale #Proud papa Derek

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gynnnicsworld · 7 months

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For you, what is the season in which you knew that sterek were a real thing? For me it was throughout S3A. Or at least there was something really important going on between them...

I mean, I've been a shipper of them since the first meeting but where I definitely took sterek as my banner was during S3A.

I really love the theme of parallels between Stiles and Jennifer because it basically confirms sterek for us. And there's so much to explore there, I really don't understand why 3A doesn't get enough recognition.

3B is probably everyone's favorite season, I'm pretty sure of that, or a favorite, but 3A needs to be thoroughly analyzed 👁️

The thing is that in 3A there are so many themes that we can explore, like the absurdly obvious parallels between Jennifer and Stiles😩.I'll never really be able to get over the fact that they used the whole Stiles/Derek dynamic with Jennifer/Derek, and that Jennifer seemed to fear Stiles?

Because it's really interesting how Jennifer avoided being around Stiles or prevented Stiles and Derek from being in the same place when she was there.I think there were only two times when Stiles and Derek were in the same room when she was there, the first during Boyd's death and she stayed away, while Stiles went to give his support to Derek and Jennifer was just "shocked"... And the other time was when Derek chose to believe Stiles over her.

I have to organize my thoughts but I really want to talk about this, because I have the energy right now. So sorry if this is a bit messy 😔

Okay, it's pretty much a fact that Jennifer was using this nervous, clumsy demeanor, and she was actually imitating Stiles' entire personality with Derek. But why? Because Jennifer's goal was to bewitch Derek, to have him somehow at her mercy and control, and to do that she had to get under Derek's skin.

And let's get something straight, even if Derek didn't know it and wasn't yet aware of the fact that Stiles is his anchor, Stiles was already under Derek's skin (for whatever reason). So Jennifer had to follow this line, Stiles was already something important to Derek and if she wants to get closer to Derek the best way to do it is to give him something that he is familiar with and something he's already comfortable with and somehow has his guard down.

And what is that? (In case it's not clear; Stiles) she presented herself to Derek with this behavior that he was already familiar with. even the part of the Stls/Drk relationship where they are both always arguing or fighting or Derek is intimidating to Stiles, even that Jennifer imitated. (if you don't believe me you can go see for yourself, from the first meeting between Jennifer and Derek there was this dynamic like the one Drk/stils have)

Okay moving on, the personality theft that Jennifer did to Stiles wasn't enough (haha) so similar parallel events also happened, remember that time where Derek went to Stiles for help? I mean the one in the car, where Derek told Stiles he was going to rip out his throat? Something similar happens between Jennifer and Derek. [Except the throat part, we all know that's something unique and special between Derek and Stiles 😌 that not even a curse can imitate.]

Okay, more things happen, but Jennifer actually already put Derek under some kind of spell, that makes him do whatever she says, like she made him not inform Scott that he was still alive... Why do I mention this? Because this fucking matters, let's say things between them keep moving forward, etc. And Derek is increasingly under her control, or well under her spell, until the day Stiles and Scott tell him that Jennifer is the darach...

And I really want us to think about this, because I don't remember it ever happening that Derek breaks his spell...or well something happens...Which I personally take as the reason why Jennifer didn't want Derek and Stiles to be in the same place while she is, because Stiles is the one who was able to break the influence that she has on Derek.

Let's remember this moment where Stiles asks her where his dad is , and Stiles has his eyes full of tears and revealing sadness, worry and vulnerability. And Jennifer mocks him by saying how the hell would she know that, it's not like she can go out and murder people on her lunch break (or something like that). And she tells Derek that he can't believe them.

Then we have this shot of Derek looking at Scott and Stiles, but it's obvious who Derek has his gaze focused on...And Boom! Right there Derek believes Stiles (and Scott).

And Jennifer stops pretending, etc etc.

For me that was the moment where any influence Jennifer may have had on Derek ended and she knew it.

I really love that season because basically all Jennifer did until the end was play a personality type like Stiles, and Derek fell for that 😩...I can only say that whatever Derek felt for Stiles, it was already tremendously strong.

Well I lost my train of thought, so I'll end here, but please share your thoughts and opinions with me here 🤍 Stiles and Derek really liked each other too much and the fools didn't even realize 😭

#sterek #derek hale #sterek fandom #ao3 fanfic #stiles stilinski #stiles #derek x stiles #sterek theory #theory #teen wolf stiles #stiles x derek #teen wolf meta #teen wolf #shipping #s3 #3a 3b

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outtoshatter · 4 months

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Author spotlight for this week is: All-or-nothing-baby / @teencopandthesourwolf! They have lots of great fics to choose from. Here's a little sample of their most recent stories!

Rated T:

Love Yew | T | 2k tags: magic, established relationship, angst with happy ending, slice of life Summary: “It's an Apology Leaf. Obviously.” Obviously.

OR Navigating the established relationship, with some emotional hurt/comfort, a maybe magic tree (that isn't the blasted Nemeton) and puns. So, just an average day in the lives of Derek and Stiles, really.

Dude | T | 1k tags: angst with happy ending, grief/mourning, falling in love Summary: That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive. It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since.

OR Stiles hugs Derek. Derek consequently freaks out a little (shocker).

Haystack Charm Around Your Neck | T | 13k some tags: canon divergence, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, scent marking, mates Summary: “Maybe you could just, like, couch surf for a while? Just till you get fixed up. Or maybe even… chair surf?" Stiles suggests, now nodding at the armchair in the corner of his bedroom and chewing on that rosebud lip of his again. Derek looks at the armchair like it's the most confusing thing he has ever seen, and then back at Stiles as if he's changed his mind about that and it is actually the sixteen-year-old in front of him who is the true mystery. "Offer's there, dude," Stiles shrugs. "Don't—“ “Call you dude? Yeah, probably never gonna happen. Sorry, dude. I'd just try and get used to it if I were you." And then Stiles is once again spinning around to face his computer and is seemingly slipping straight back into Hyper-Research Mode. Derek is a little horrified when he finds himself now considering this kid as not just Stiles: Scott's Idiot Best Friend, but as Stiles: Maybe-Friend of Derek. When an image of Stiles's mouth pops up in his mind's eye, Derek also wonders exactly when it was that he started looking at Stiles in that way.

OR Oblivious!Derek and the epitome of the tags: #Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things and #Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing

Like a Little Prayer | T | 1k tags: slice of life, friends to flirts, Hale pack 2.0, everybody lives-nobody dies Summary: “I asked because I wanted to know if you were okay, man," Stiles divulges, as if that's nothing at all. As if it's something Derek hears often. He tilts his head to catch Derek's eye—which works, of course. Because it always works, no matter the nature of the moment they're caught up in. "Like, I was concerned, y`know?” Derek feels guilty just for looking. And not only because he wants to touch but because he wants to let Stiles care.

OR Derek doesn't understand why Stiles gives a shit. So, Stiles tells him.

Spicy (Rated M or E):

The Cross he Bears | M | 734 tags: established relationship, Dom/sub undertones, Stiles takes care of Derek Summary: Stiles knows exactly how to take care of his wolf.

Love Like Ghosts | E | 744 tags: choking, under-negotiated kink, breathplay, established relationship Summary: They both know not talking about this isn't okay, isn't healthy, but—and God knows why—Derek loves Stiles. So, the big guy, he gets it: that the best thing isn't always the right thing.

Tastes Like Home | E | 379 some tags: plot-what-plot, porn with feelings, Derek takes care of Stiles, 1st POV Summary: It’s never quite enough... What does he need? Maybe, he just needs more. OR Derek takes care of Stiles and finds exactly what Stiles is looking for: an anchor.

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mynameismckenziemae · 5 months

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter VII

We Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

She’s always gone too long

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: talk of medical stuff (sutures, blood, needles, etc)

“They’re being evaluated by medical now.”

A wave of nausea hits you at Penny’s words. Relief that he’s alive, along with everyone else, but fearing the extent of his injuries. You plop down beside her on the stairs with a heavy sigh. Penny squeezes your shoulder before rubbing a hand over your back.

“Does it get easier? The deployments?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“No. It doesn’t. All you can do is try not to worry and pray they make it back.” She replies.

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Waiting is the worst part. You and Steve hang out with Penny and Amelia in the house for the day, watching Nicholas Sparks movies on the couch.

Your phone starts to buzz. It’s a text from Jake.

Jake: Hey Sun. I haven’t seen them yet, but I think they’re okay. They took them to medical on scoop stretchers as a precaution but heard Nat bitching about it, and you know she would’ve been a wreck if she wasn’t sure Bob was good. You okay?

Tears of relief spring to your eyes. You feel like you can breathe again. He’s right, Natasha would’ve been fighting them every step of the way if Bob hadn’t responded to her.

Sunny: Oh thank God. I’ve been worried sick. I’m okay now. Thank you thank you thank you for telling me. Are you okay? Did you see them come in?

Jake: No problem, I’d want to know too if I wasn’t here. I heard them take the hit and about lost it. But Nat was so calm. Bob too, as usual. Just calmly asked them to deploy the barrier net as it was gonna be rough. I thought I was gonna puke. But she landed it perfectly under the circumstances, like always.

You get a picture from him and gasp when you open it—it’s a gorgeous, white-gold diamond engagement ring.

Jake: Don’t say anything, but I’m asking her to marry me when I get to see her. I’ve had the ring for a while, just been trying to plan the perfect proposal. But after today I realized it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t care. Life’s too fucking short.

Sunny: OMG JAKE! It’s gorgeous! She’s going to love it! Congratulations!

Jake: Don’t jinx it! She hasn’t said yes yet. 😬

Sunny: Lol, there’s no doubt in my mind that she will. I better get an invite to the wedding.

Jake: Of course, if Nat doesn’t steal you as a bridesmaid, you’ll be standing with me as a groomsman. I think you can pull off a tux.

Sunny: Haha, I don’t know about that. I’d do it for you though.

Sunny: Nat told me you wanted to kill Derek that night at the Hard Deck. I’m really glad you didn’t (you’re too pretty for prison), but thank you for being my corner.

Jake: I would’ve in a heartbeat (I look good in orange) but I couldn’t have lived with myself if he would’ve hurt you because I stepped in. I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs sooner and wasn’t there for you.

Sunny: It’s not your fault. Nor is it mine I’ve come to realize. I’m just glad he’s gone and I can talk freely to you guys again.

Jake: Me too. I missed you. Hey, I gotta go. I think one of the nurses is coming. I’ll keep you updated if Bob can’t have his phone.

Sunny: Sounds good, thanks again, Jake. Go get your girl!

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You fill Penny and Amelia in on what Jake’s told you, leaving the proposal out since it’s not your news to share. Soon after, Penny leaves the room to take Pete’s call.

Amelia heads out too, going to get ready to hang with friends now that the dark cloud hanging over you all has lifted.

Soon Penny is back, offering no updates other than that they should hopefully be stateside again in the next day or two.

You head back up to your apartment to feed Steve his supper when you get another incoming text, this time from Nat.

Nat: Hey, Bob’s okay! He has a cut on his cheek from the glass and some bruising on his chest from the restraints, but he’s okay. I just got discharged and doc was going in by Bradley next, and then Bob.

You take a deep breath, the weight finally lifting from your chest.

Sunny: THANK YOU. I don’t even know what to say. I can’t express to you how grateful I am for getting him got him back. How are you?

Nat: I told you I’d bring him back safe. I’m great actually. 💍

A picture comes through of her and Jake. Tear-stained faces pressed together and grinning from ear to ear as she holds up her left hand, showing off her new ring.

Sunny: CONGRATULATIONS! What a beautiful ring! I’m so happy for you two!

Nat: He did good, didn’t he? I hate to do this, but can I let you go? Jake wants to call his mama and show her.

Sunny: Of course! Thank you again. Love ya.

Nat: Love you! See you soon!

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Bradley calls soon after.

“Hey Sunny girl, how are ya? Holding up okay?”

“Hey, yeah I’m good now that I know you’re all okay. How are you?”

“Physically, I’m fine, I didn’t need medical but it’s protocol if you’re hit. Mentally though? I’m a little shaken up actually.” He replies, the vulnerability in his response surprising you.

“Will you tell me about it?” You ask, phrasing it that way so he doesn’t feel pressured.

“Yeah, okay. I knew they had me locked in and I barrel-rolled to avoid the brunt of it, but in that split second I—I know it sounds cliche but my life flashed before my eyes. I thought I was done for, that I’d be seeing my rents again soon,” voice shaking, he continues, “The whole flight back I just kept thinking about everything I haven’t experienced, I mean I’ve done some cool shit in my life but…I don’t have anyone to share it with. No one to come home to, just an empty, quiet house. I don’t mean—I…I know I have you back again, I’m so grateful for that, and your mom and dad have never stopped trying, even though I keep them at arms length. Fuck, this isn’t coming out right at all, sorry.” He laughs wetly through his tears. “I just wanna love someone like my dad loved my mom, you know? Marriage, kids all that. Man, who knew almost dying would turn you into a sap?”

Your heart hurts for him. “I understand. It’s okay to want those things. You’ll find her.”

“I hope so. If not, I’ll just join you and Bob. We can be a throuple.” He replies, voice clearer now, back to his antics.

You laugh. “Maybe not that, but you know I’m always here for you, right? My parents too. And Mav and Penny. We all love you.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Sunny girl. Hey, I think Bob’s about done. I’ll let you go. See you in a few days, alright?”

“Sounds good, can’t wait to see you all” you reply, hanging up.

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You lay on the couch and Steve joins you, plopping down with a heavy sigh on your chest, pushing the air out of your lungs. You laugh and boop his nose. “You’re relieved too, huh?”

Your heart begins to pound when your phone rings. You accept the FaceTime and burst into tears as his sweet face appears, looking as handsome as ever, even when sporting a neatly sutured cut on his cheek.

“Oh no, I’m okay. I’m so sorry, honey. Please, don’t cry.” He says, slurring slightly.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m just so relieved. Are you okay? You sound funny.” You ask, laughing as Steve’s head pops up when he hears Bob.

“Yeah,” he yawns. “So I really don’t like needles. And they told me they had to numb the cut first so they could put stitches in. Then they pulled out this big needle and were about to stick it in my face to numb it. But then I got super lightheaded and the nurse told the doctor I was going…vasovaginal or something? Then they laid me down and put my feet up for a few minutes and gave me…a lousy-pam pill? I think that’s what they said, I don’t know, it made me tired though. I told them I don’t have a vagina though. Why would they say that Sunny?”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing as you answer. “It sounds like you had a vasovagal reaction, which just means you were about to faint. It happens all the time when needles are involved. They put your feet up to get the blood flowing back to your head. The pill sounds like it was lorazepam, to help you relax to have the stitches done. Which looks good, by the way.”

“Oh…okay. That makes sense. God, you’re so smart, Sun” he chuckles.

“Thanks,” You smile, tears already drying.

He is going to be mortified tomorrow if he remembers this.

You can see he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. “I’m sorry, but I think I’m gonna go to bed. I’m just so tired.”

“I understand. I’m just glad I was able to see you. Do you know if anyone called Annie?”

“I’m not sure, could you though? And tell her I love her?” He mumbles, eyes drifting closed, the phone dropping slightly in his hand.

“Yeah, I’ll call her. Goodnight. I’m so glad you’re okay”.

“Me too. Night, love you”. He replies, hanging up.

Even though you know it's a slip off the tongue, your heart stutters.

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You shoot a text to Annie asking if she has a few minutes to chat and she calls you nstantly.

You tell her what happened and apologize for not getting in touch sooner, but you didn’t want to worry her while she’s on vacation until you knew more.

“It’s okay, I understand and appreciate it.” She assures you, talking over the girls who are yelling for her in the background. She lets you go after promising her a coffee date when she’s back.

You let Steve out a last time, get your work stuff ready for the next day, and fall into bed early, utterly exhausted from the stress of the day.

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Bob wakes up the next morning stiff and sore, but feeling well rested. As he’s stretching the kinks out, the conversation with Sunny comes rushing back to him. He groans as he remembers telling her about fainting over a needle. He feels like he might be sick when he recalls saying ‘I love you’.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it though, as Bradley knocks on the door, giving him a 5-minute warning before their debriefing.

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You check your phone on your lunch break and you have a single unread text.

Penny: They’ll be back tonight by 6.

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A/N: Sorry for the little cliff hanger last night. I think this is the first chapter I’ve written with no smut lol. Any one catch on to what I’m setting up for Bradley?

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gege-wondering-around · 22 days

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The Sheriff about Derek

During the end scene of the movie, during Derek's funeral, Noah talks to Eli about the jeep and I wanna dig deeper into it.

You know, I’m not sure how your dad would feel about me giving you the Jeep. But, um, something tells me it’s the right thing to do.

This is the first thing Noah says to Eli about the jeep and also about his father and it's strange that he says that, cause at the beginning of the show they haven't had the best friendship since Derek was basically a fugitive and the Sheriff had to catch him somehow. But, during the later seasons they become somewhat 'friends', yet to me it doesn't look like they knew each other so well in the seasons to actually ends up as they are in the film.

So, maybe after Stiles left for the FBI and Noah had learned that Derek wasn't the bad guy of the situation, they grew closer since they both fight for justice in their own way, in fact Derek helps Noah whenever a case looks a little too much supernatural.

Yet, maybe they talked a lot and not only about work cause Noah, in that bit of dialogue, seemed to know Derek rather well despite the little time we see them together on screen.

Maybe they talked about Stiles and how he ended up being Derek's anchor or something similiar which made them stick close during the time between the end of season 6 and the beginning of the movie; which could explain why he feels like it's the right thing to do - to give the jeep to Eli and with it all that comes - despite being aware of Derek's feelings about it - maybe it was a mixture of such deep emotions that were so in contrast that he loved and hated it at the same time for different reason but ultimately, he ended up in love with it despite feeling something else too.

And then Eli answers him

He hated that jeep

Which means Eli probably knows about the hateful and maybe even resentfull part of Derek's feelings for the jeep, maybe he even felt betrayed or hurt by just looking at the car. But he isn't aware of the other half of them, which maybe explains why Noah changes the course of the conversation talking about how, metaphorically, the jeep was Derek.

After my son left it behind, Derek towed it in, thinking it was probably beyond repair. But then he opened up the hood and he pulled off all the duct tape Stiles had stuck on it. And he managed to fix it.

This basically says how deep care and love can put back together things that hold together by weak - or non permanent - solutions. Derek took it and put in all the effort to get it back to function despite believing it was beyond repair and that it would've ended up as a useless attempt, but he was wrong. He put in the effort, the time and care while also being mindfull of what the jeep meant to Stiles - cause why would he ever even try to put the car back together it if didn't mean anything to him? he did it thinking of a reason of why it would be good to have the jeep functioning again - and fixed it. Probably surprising many he managed to do that and maybe Stiles knows about it, or maybe he doesn't.

That Jeep, no matter what’s been done to it, it just keeps running. He could never figure out why it wouldn’t break down and stay down. And I don’t think he ever realized that that’s exactly the way we saw him.

This is literally Noah telling Eli how his father, just like the jeep, never gave up and somehow, despite almost everyone knowing he was broken and damaged and therefore probably useless to even try to help, he ended up beinf the man that he was, the 'force of nature' that never shuts down but just keeps running.

Derek never rsally gave up. He changed and was hurt, learned and taught, he kept believing that - maybe - there was more than just sorrow ahead and he found his peace. He had a son and a nice, calm life. Derek never stopped being alive despite having many reasonable excuses to just leave everyone behind and hide somewhere else, but he never did. He kept being there for everyone and helped people as best as he could, he only way he thought he knew.

Just like the jeep never definitely shutted down forever, so did Derek. Somehow they managed to push further and with other's help - which could mean Stiles for both or the pack for Derek - they ended up in good people's care.

The jeep ended up being fix by Derek and Derek had Eli and a good life despite the odds.

Then Noah goes on...

I have never seen anyone take the kind of punishment that Derek Hale took… And kept taking… In order to protect the people he loved.

This is almost self-explanatory...

Noah, after understanding who Derek Hale was, was able to see the way he just kept adding weights on his shoulders. How Derek never really forgave himself for what happened - which could be many things, like the fire because of Kate or what happened with Boyd - and just kept it all inside, almost stabbing himself with guilt from the past and pain from the present; from still fighting and protecting the people he cared for.

Noah says 'punishment' and not another word, he chooses it among hundreds of other words to describe Derek. He says how he just kept taking all the pain and suffering to protect the people he loved, which we have various examples of:

When he lost his Alpha power for taking too much pain from Cora and saving her

When he stood by Stiles' side despite him being possessed by the nogitsune and still fighting for him

When he saved Jennifer from Boys and Cora and didn't even fight them back, not really

Noah knew Derek better than most and he wanted Eli to know his father was a great man.

I'll probably edit this tomorrow and add more

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imaginesbymonika · 1 year

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Crush

Part 4 out of ???

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

Part 3 is here

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Plot: There is nothing quite like realizing you're in love with your best friend when it's too late right?

Warnings: mentions of hopsitals, , mentions of someone being shot, mentions of blood

"How long was I gone?", Y/N asks, every word hurting her throat while it leaves her. She brings the paper straw up to her mouth and takes a sip of the water.

"Two and a half days.", the man in the white gown answers, while he skips over the chart:" The fact that you are alive right now, and talking to me is nothing short of a miracle." A disbelieving smile emerges on his face:" Your boyfriend must be here any minute, he left his phone number and we called him half an hour ago. I left a message on his voicemail."

Y/N furrows her eyebrows and tries to sit up straight:" My- my boyfriend?" "Yeah, the guy who came in a few minutes after you, we essentially had to throw him out because he was getting in the way of everything. He didn't mean to, he was just very-." At the sound of loud voices coming from outside he twists his head:" Ah! There he comes!"

Spencer, who is followed by Penelope and Derek walks through the door. His eyes are anxiously roaming the room and once they land on Y/N he shuts them for a moment. A visible wave of relief washes over him. The other woman softly pats his shoulder, before she sits down on a chair next to the bed:" Hey, sweetheart. How are you?"

The y/h/ced woman takes a deep breath and her eyes remain on Spencer before she turns to look at her friend:" I'm good. Thanks for stopping by." "Of course.", she states, touching the blanket that lies on top of Y/N's legs:" We were worried sick!" She peeks over at Spencer, who is leaning against the wall. He looks drained.

"We are so happy that you are awake again.", Derek adds:" Would have been a real shame, if you-." At that Spencer bites his lower lip and quickly steps out of the room. "Sorry, about him.", the other agent says:" The last two days have been really challenging for him." He forces a smile:" I'm back in a second."

Derek looks around the corridos. For the last 50 hours, Spencer has been acting like a total madman. While he was sitting at his desk he was basically only staring at the floor, and if he wasn't doing that- his eyes were focused on his phone.

For a moment Derek believes that Spencer has left the hospital and he wants to turn around to get back to Y/N's hospital room. However, when he detects him at the end of the hallway, sitting on one of the chairs he lets out a deep sigh.

"Spence, what are you doing?"

"I was thinking maybe I could try to pick up smocking.", Spencer runs a hand down his face. "But you hate the smell of cigarettes." "Yeah, but I hate anxiety even more than that." An unhappy smile arises on Derek's lips and he quietly sits down next to his friend. A stillness falls upon the two.

"It was so…shiny."

Derek tilts his head:" What?"

"Her blood, It was…so red and shiny. And there was this tiny little bug who was drowning in it. I couldn't stop staring at it. How it was struggling and moving and- and I tried to get out of my restraints but I just couldn't. Or maybe, maybe I didn't try enough.", Spencer clears his throat:" I don't know what I would have done if Y/N'-."

"But she didn't.", Derek cuts him off and puts his arm around his shoulder:" That's what matters. You should be in there with her, Y/N needs you, right now! And you need her too."

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wildflower

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derek gently grabs his sisters arm before heading to a private office. he hugs her tightly once he shuts the door. derek couldn’t believe he was actually holding his little sister.

he never thought he’d ever get the chance to! seeing her alive and somewhat well made him feel like all the weight he carried was suddenly being lifted off his shoulders.

derek checks her, seeing if she had any scars, bruises, whatever! he wanted to make sure she had been good.

“derek, im fine!”

derek looks at her once more before kissing the top of her head. “have you eaten? got anything to drink? do you need water? a bath? whatever it is, tell me!”

yn laughs a bit. she’s grateful derek hasn’t changed at all. she missed him the years she had disappeared. it felt great to be back in her big brothers embrace.

“im okay! swear it.”

derek sighs.

“what are you doing here? how’d you find me?”

this time she frowns. she was already dreading telling derek why she suddenly showed up. but knowing her brother, he’d find out someway somehow. coming clean is the best option.

“derek, im—i ran from bill, a while ago. he’s looking for me dee. i—i had to get away from him this time.”

derek blood boils at the mention of that man’s name. he hated that his sister suffered so much at the hands of him.

“what did he do?”

she turns away from him and starts to tear up. she couldn’t even bring herself to say what she’d been through the last few years!

bill had ruined her. not just mentally but physically and sexually. he made her weak, made her feel hopeless. for years she believed no one would ever love her like he did! she believed him.

how could she ever think otherwise? she knew she was at fault for leaving her family, disappearing on them, but he always reminded her they never came looking for her, they allowed her to run off with the man that beats on her despite knowing.

but then she met kim. kim was just like her! she’d been abused and beaten down pretty bad in the past. if it weren’t for her, yn would have continued to believe in bills lies.

yn loved kim like a sister. she took care of her, fed her, got her a job, therapy, anything she needed to finally free herself from bills hands. unfortunately he found them.

when bill came for her he had beaten and tortured her before killing kim right in front of her eyes. she knew then, there was no escaping him. he would find her no matter what. she accepted that for the next three years.

until she found out something that would change her life forever. “two years ago i found out i was pregnant, dee. i—i knew i had to leave when i found out. i wasn’t gonna allow my kid to suffer the same way i had. i wouldn’t do that to him! but bill, he’s looking hard. he—he keeps,” yn chokes.

“what is it, yn?”

“he keeps harming the people that helps me and ollie. he won’t stop until he finally gets me back. he threatened to kill oliver, dee. he threatened to kill my baby boy!” yn cried out.

derek grabs his sister and holds her tightly. he kisses the top of her head and hums. “you know i won’t let that happen, right? i won’t let billy hurt you or oliver, okay?”

yn sniffles and nods her head. “we’ll get you protection! hell you can stay with me!”

yn shakes her head. “he’ll find me there instantly, derek! we need somewhere he’d never check. someone who could protect me and oliver.”

derek thinks before nodding. he kisses the top of her head once more. “why don’t you clean yourself up. ill introduce you to my team after while i talk to my boss, okay?”

yn nods her head. derek escorts her to the restroom, waiting for her to finish before grabbing her and walking her to the bullpen.

“guys, this is yn. my little sister.”

the team eyes widened. they had no clue derek had another sister.

“hi, im jj!”

“emily prentiss,”

“doctor spencer reid.”

yn puts her hand out for him to shake. “actually, i don’t shake hands! germs. it’ll be safer for us to kiss.” spencer states.

yn raises her brows, turning to look at derek. derek rolls his eyes playfully. “im gonna go talk to boss man. you think you could keep my sister company for a few?”

“yeah, sure!” emily pats derek shoulder. derek nods as he heads up the steps and gently knocks on hotch’s door.

“come in.”

derek opened and closed the door behind him. he never got nervous in front of aaron. he didn’t see the need to be. right now, he was sweating bullets. what he was gonna ask him was big! he knew aaron just got a new place when he got a pay raise. it was a pretty decent house. place had five bedrooms and considering aaron lived alone, besides his nine year old son, he had space for his sister and his nephew. plus he knew yn would be protected there whenever aaron wasn’t away. and it was gated, you needed a code to get in. it’s honestly the perfect place for her to hide.

“everything okay? you seemed rattled when that woman came in.”

derek nods. “yeah, everything’s okay. listen, hotch, i know you know more than anyone about me. you probably know i had another sister,”

aaron nods in confirmation.

“she’s—she’s been in an abusive relationship for quite sometime. she ran away with him almost ten years ago and we never seen her again. he’s bad news hotch. he use to terrorize our neighborhood back in the day. pretty sure he even killed a few people. no one’s ever snitched though, afraid of getting iced themselves,”

“is she okay? anything i can do to help?”

“she apparently got out two years back. she’s got a kid with this guy, hotch. he’s looking for her. pretty sure he even killed a few people to get to her, though she’s not directly saying it. he threatened to kill her son!”

aaron looks just as pissed as derek does. derek was like family to hotch, his whole team is! he didn’t like when people messed with his family.

“we’re not suppose to, you know that, but we can look into the case. find everything we need on this guy, derek! we’ll get him.”

derek nods. “i need a big favor.”

“anything.”

“yn needs a place to stay. id say with me but, he’d go looking straight there and i don’t have the same protection you do at yours. i was wondering—”

“she can crash at mine until this is over.”

“really? it’s not too much trouble?”

aaron shakes his head. “it’ll be nice to have company besides jack. plus haven’t had a little boy running around in a while. jack thinks he’s too old to play with his old man.” aaron gives derek a small smile.

“thank you so much, hotch! this means a lot to me. ill—ill let my sister know.”

hotch nods his head before derek leaves, going back to his paperwork.

when derek told yn the news she sighs in relief. she felt like she and her boy would be safe living with derek’s boss. knowing he lived in a gated community made her feel even better.

derek left work early to be with his sister and meet his nephew. yn had left him in the hands of a woman she worked with. she made sure he was safe before leaving to meet her brother.

“how long have you been in the city?”

yn pulls out a pack of cigarettes before lighting one up. derek gives her a look. she always came down on their mom about her smoking habits.

“not long. maybe two months! i called mom, asked where you were. she told me you’re right here in quantico. thought it was perfect.”

“since when you start smoking?”

yn sighs. “since i ran off. use to be worse! had about three packs a day. now i smoke once every twelve’s hours. trynna quit for ollie.”

“good! need you here for a long time. got ma to quit.”

“no way?! mom?”

derek chuckled. he wraps his arm around his sister shoulder.

“im glad you’re back, yn. i missed you a lot. worried about you all the time.”

yn smiles at her brother.

“i thought about you a lot, dee. you, mom, desi, and sar. especially when i was pregnant with ollie.”

“why didn’t you come find us sooner?”

yn shrugs. “i didn’t think you’d want to see me again. bills words still struck a nerve. that you were all better off without me.”

derek shakes his head. “absolutely not! bills a narcissist asshole! we love you, yn. you gotta know that.”

yn hums. “i know. thanks again for this derek. i don’t know what id do without you.”

“im always here! now let’s go meet my nephew, huh?” derek smiles as yn leads the way into her co-workers building.

#aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #jqhotchner #jqhotchner masterlist #wildflower jqhotchner #aaron hotchner x female reader

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after-witch · 11 months

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Especially if he's made a bet and you lose it.

I feel like you're fucked what ever happens. If you make him lose, he's going to blame you and take it out on you. If Ren hurts you, Derek's going to oddly jealousy possessive about it, even though it was obviously part of the deal, and be mad. If Ren is softer with you and it ends up being more violent sex than pure violence, Derek will be angrily insecure, and get mad. Any emotions he feels about Ren having you is going to your fault, any thing Ren does to you is going to be your fault, and he's going to be angry with you.

Whatever Ren does with you is going to make Derek mad at you. You can read him well enough to see it when he picks you up. That twitch of the brow or slight smirk that let's you know you're in for hell when he gets you home. Hesitating to step towards him, or God forbid the sudden terrifying fear about going back to him making you instinctively cling to the end of Ren's shirt.

Oh, this is delicious, I love the way you write about this.

Derek is a raging ball of insecurity so yes, yes, yes, no matter what happens, he's not going to be happy. You lost the bet? Fuck you, you weakass bitch. You lost him money! You won the bet? What, you think you're special? Think you're better than him?

"Just wait until we get back," is what you'll hear, no matter what. Because he'll use it as an excuse to lord his power over you, grind your face into the hardwood floor, make you lick up your own blood. Whatever makes you feel worse and him feel better.

He would even turn it around on you, especially if you lost a bet or didn't please the Announcer or something like that. "I thought you were supposed to be good? I thought you cared about me? Fuck, you really are selfish."

And you are just so damn broken that you get on your knees, bruised and battered, and cling to Derek's leg or wrap yourself around his arm, apologizing, swearing you do you do you do love him, please forgive me.

Because if he doesn't, you lose what little stability you have in the world. You lose what little affection, or whatever you can pretend is affection.

"Hesitating to step towards him, or God forbid the sudden terrifying fear about going back to him making you instinctively cling to the end of Ren's shirt."

What I love about the last paragraph especially is... Ren does not care. You're merch. You've already made him money. Hell, you were supposed to be dead, so if anything, he thinks you should feel grateful to be alive another day.

But it doesn't really matter. You don't matter. I mean, maybe you've made him a bit more money (if he won a bet) or you've rankled Derek (if he gets a sample of you and it pisses Derek off) which always amuses him, hot-headed little shit that Derek can be. Either way, it's a win situation.

Now maybe... and it's a big maybe, baby, you can trigger Ren's sense of coddling possessiveness and ownership that might make him inclined to want to keep you. It's not likely. I mean, look at what the MC had to go through in The Show Must Go On DLC to get to that point. A hell of a fucking lot.

But maybe if Derek keeps bringing you back. Maybe you become a mainstay at the auction house and the other spaces of Ren's dark little empire of Fucked Up Twisted Shit in the way Derek and his dear old daddy are. Sure, you're arm-candy, merch, Derek's punching-bag-and-slave--but there's something cute about the way you cling to Derek's arm whenever you see the guards at the auction house. Something adorable about the way you look at Derek with this sort of unbelieving pout when you're trying to be good but he still insults you or smacks you anyway. Something that makes his tail twitch when you curl up on Derek's lap while he's perusing merchandise, burying your head against his shoulder, whispering answers to whatever questions Derek throws your way.

You could be a sweet little pet, with the right owner...

It's not likely to happen. It would take a lot. He's a busy man. He doesn't often have time to think about one person, especially not merch, especially not merch-that-should-be-long-dead, gutted and rotting somewhere. And there's logistics to think of, after all--he can't just steal merch from his clients, so a deal would have to be brokered. He isn't keen on dealing with entitled shits like Derek or having to consider what his dad might think of it all.

But if he did want you, and he did decide you were worth the hassle, well. Is it a better outcome for you, in the end? It's a risk, picking which one you want to go home with; you learned that with Derek. Will you learn it again with the mysterious announcer who sold you in the first place?

#ren hana #derek goffard #the price of flesh #tpof #oh fuck i am at smiling man levels of obsession here

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♚ Pairing: Sterek ♚ Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Kate Argent ♚ Tags: established relationship, alive! Hale pack, Emissary!Stiles, kidnapping, choking, injuries ♚ Words: 1849 ♚ Bad Things Happen Bingo - Tortured for Information ♚ ao3

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die for him

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Stiles spits out blood and leans his head back a little, taking a deep breath. His vision is fuzzy. There’s not a single part of his body that does not hurt, even twisting his fingers sends a spark of pain down his spine. His left ear is ringing.

“I should just kill you.” Kate’s voice sounds muffled as if she’s talking through a pillow.

Stiles grins through the pain. “Great,” he says or slurs. It’s hard to tell. His own voice, his words just sound wrong in his own ears. “I’m getting bored.” He’s not sure how long he’s been here. It could be days. It could also be a week. There’s no way of telling what time it is. This room is always dark, and Kate comes and goes at random intervals. That’s what Stiles believes, anyway. He’s in and out of sleep when she’s not trying to torture Derek’s location out of him.

Snarling, Kate steps closer. “You think this is funny?”

“Hilarious.” His split lips make speaking a torture in and of itself. Half the time, Stiles feels like crying, but he’s refusing to show her. “You can’t find Derek with me. You won’t find him without me.” He swallows, feeling sick at the metallic taste on his tongue. Considering everything he’s been through, the sight or taste of blood shouldn’t get to him. His stomach turns regardless, and he takes a deep breath through his nose. “Let’s just get this over with, Argent.” Stiles would like to say he isn’t giving up, but that would be a lie. He’d never tell her where the Hale pack hides. He wouldn’t even sell out anyone from his pack; not even Peter, and especially not Derek.

It’s just—

He’s tired. He’s tired of the pain, tired of nightmares. There’s no way for him to get out. Stiles can’t get past her, can’t kill her. Not in his current state, not even under normal circumstances. Kate as a human was a monster. Kate as a werecreature is something worse.

Kate grabs his throat. Her claws are digging into his skin. The pain is not the worst thing he’s felt in his time here, but Stiles would still scream if she weren’t cutting off his air supply. “I will break you,” Kate tells him in a low voice, smiling a sinister smile, and lifts him off his feet. “Tell me where Derek is.”

Stiles yanks on the chains. The skin on his wrists tears open further. As tired as he might be, as hopeless as this situation feels, he’s not ready to die. Far from it. But he’s at her mercy. Stiles squeezes his eyes shut, struggling for air. “No,” he gasps. His head feels like it’s about to explode, making him blind to the rest of the pain in his body. He curls his fingers into tight fists and tries to get the ground back underneath him. The tip of his shoe helplessly drags over the dirty stones. Every fiber of his body wants him to beg, but he won’t. His vision darkens. Stiles can barely see her face any longer, despite forcing himself to look her in the eye.

Until he finds himself on the cold ground, gasping for air. Black spots dance in his vision. He’s trying to breathe, but it feels like no matter how deep he inhales, it’s just not enough. It’s not enough. Panicked and with effort, he brings his hands to his throat. Even the smallest touch stings.

Muffled laughter fills the room. Kate grabs his chin and pulls him close enough that they’re sharing the same air for a few seconds. “Sooner or later, you’ll tell me where your mate is. They all do.” With another sinister smile, she lets go of him and stands up.

Stiles collapses to the ground, hardly stopping his head from banging against the unforgiving ground for the umpteenth time. His vision blurs further. He can’t make out Kate’s boots. He’s not even sure if she’s still facing him. Stiles sucks in a breath. “Fuck you.” Speaking hurts. His voice is nothing more than a rasp, barely even audible to himself.

But Kate heard him. Without any warning, she kicks him in the stomach hard enough he skids across the ground and slams into a wall.

A violent scream is ripped from him. The sound is broken, clawing at Stiles’ throat. Pain floods his mind, echoing through his body with every beat of his heart. Consciousness is slipping away from him rapidly. Stiles is trying his best to keep his eyes open, but his body is giving up on him.

— — —

Stiles glances at his phone. “I’ll be there in 40 minutes.” Unless his jeep is dying on him, which does not seem that way. It has been behaving wonderfully ever since he left for Beacon Hills hours ago. It’s a rare opportunity, but it does happen.

Derek lets out a breath. “It’s late. You should have stayed at a motel.”

“Where I couldn’t have fallen asleep?” Stiles taps a finger against the steering wheel. “You and I both know it’s better if I just keep driving. Besides,” he continues, setting the blinker, “I wanna be with you.” As much as he loves the FBI program, he hates being so far away from Derek for long periods of time. It’s making him nervous. Beacon Hills always brings new horrors to town whether Stiles is there or not. Derek and the others are strong, but he prefers to be around for the fight and especially the aftermath.

Another beat of silence, and another reason why he hates being away from Derek. Talking over the phone isn't fun because Derek is terrible with words and Stiles has too many of them. He needs to see Derek's face. But they can't always have a video call. So, sometimes Stiles talks Derek's ear off, and other times, well, no. They aren't really other times. Stiles is terrible with silence.

"Come on, big guy. It's not like people are on the road at this time of night." Stiles shifts in his seat and glances in his rearview mirror. A long stretch of darkness is all he can see. Come to think of it, Stiles doesn't remember how long ago he'd seen the last car. People don't like the night in Beacon County. Hard to blame them. "I'll be fine. 35 more minutes! Enjoy the silence until then."

Derek huffs, but it sounds suspiciously like he's trying to bite back a laugh.

"I love you, Sourwolf."

"I—" Whatever Derek replies is drowned by bright lights, metal crashing into metal, and then there's nothing.

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Stiles is ripped out of his dream. He winces as he's pulled into a sitting position. His ribs, his head— his whole body feels like it's on fire. The world around him feels wrong, almost out of balance. His right ear isn’t ringing any longer; it’s roaring. He takes a deep breath, blinking his eyes multiple times. His surroundings, however, don’t get any clearer. Kate’s face, no matter how close, is a blurry mess just like everything else in the room.

“We’re not done here, little emissary," she smiles, fingers curling tightly around his chin once more. Her voice sounds strange, and distant like she's standing on the other side of the room instead of crouching right in front of him. “You’ve still got secrets to spill.”

Stiles wants to punch her, but his arms refuse to cooperate. Every part of his body refused to move. His eyes flutter shut despite his best attempts at keeping them open.

Kate pats his cheek.

A moment later, Stiles’s arms are ripped above his head. He lets out a whimper, too exhausted to even scream. The chain around his wrists tightens, dragging him across the floor and onto his feet in the middle of the room — right back to where he woke up the first time what feels like weeks ago. It seems like he cannot escape it.

"See, Stiles, I don't want to hurt you." Kate brushes her fingertips over his cheek. Even this slight touch stings.

Stiles forces his eyes open and swallows. “You’re never going to find him.” His split lip opens up again. Every single word feels like it’s torn from his throat, but Stiles refuses to back down. He looks her in the eye and wishes he had the energy to headbutt her. All he can now hope for is that he’s not passing out.

The smile on Kate’s lips is replaced by a smile. “Oh, I will,” she snaps, clearly at the end of her patience, “even if I have to use parts of you as bait.”

“Good luck.”

Sighing theatrically, Kate lets go of the chain. Without the support holding him up, Stiles collapses. His legs refuse to carry him, and he’s not fast enough to move his arms. The fall stops abruptly, his head banging against the ground in an explosion of pain and light. Stiles sucks in a deep breath, panic, and pain battling for the upper hand. There are hands on his body. Someone moves him.

A face appears above him. Blonde wavy hair frames a smile. Her lips are moving, but Stiles can’t make out the words she’s saying. He knows her, but Stiles’ brain refuses to connect a name to her face. He blinks and he’s in the air, arms wrapped around him with no recollection of how he suddenly got there. Stiles draws his brows together, trying to place the familiar stoic expression on someone he knows.

Stiles blinks again. This time, bright light burns his eyes. He squeezes them shut instantly. People are talking, throwing around words he’s sure he’s heard before, yet they refuse to make sense. Slowly, he opens his eyes again, this time prepared for the harsh lighting above him. The world starts to piece together around him. Breathing is easier despite the odd pressure around his mouth and nose.

“Welcome back, sweetheart.” A woman smiles down at him. Her face looks unfamiliar, but he’s not worried about her. As long as it's not Kate, he’s safe.

When the woman vanishes from his field of vision, another face appears.

One he could never forget.

“Derek.” Stiles smiles. His split lip hurts like hell, but right now that’s the worst pain. “It’s not—” Talking is almost impossible. His voice still sounds weird, and his throat hurts whenever he tries to. Still, Derek needs to know. “It’s not… not your fault.” He wants to reach out, but his left arm feels too heavy to move.

Derek kisses his hand, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. There’s a slight tremble in his fingers as they press a little harder against Stiles’ skin. For a second, Derek holds onto him then he takes a shaky breath and looks at him again. He tries to smile, but it fails spectacularly. His eyes are red-rimmed, almost as if he’s been crying. He shakes his head. “Don’t talk.”

Closing his eyes, Stiles nods slowly. “Love you.”

Fingers brush over his forehead. “I love you too.”

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#sterek #eternalsterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #derek x stiles #stiles x derek #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*w:bthb *s:sterek

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 6 months

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hi, there’s any fics where stiles is religious? doesn’t matter what religion but i don’t quite like the ideia of him being homophobic or something like that

sterek of course, thanks!

Let's find out.

A Devil Named Derek by Mimiminaj

(1/1 I 5,555 I Explicit)

Derek Hale is the resident bad boy of Beacon Hills. At 22, two years after his family burned alive, his sister still forces him to attend church every other month. When Stiles returns from his mission trip, Derek practically salivates at the chance to ruin the boy. He wants to take his virginity, and he want's to take it now.

Trying to Save Face and Daddy Heartbreak by ChloeWeird

(1/1 I 7,305 I Teen)

All his life, Stiles has kept a part of himself hidden from the most important person in his life: His dad. Now, his love for Derek has grown too strong to be hidden. What will his father think? And if the Sheriff can’t get past his prejudice, does Stiles really want to call him his dad?

Moonlight by KeriArentikai

(2/2 I 8,681 I Mature)

At twenty-nine, Stiles was unhappy, unfulfilled and had never been in love. Living with his strict and religious aunt and uncle, he had always felt trapped. But when he learns that he has less than a year left to live, he decides to throw caution to the wind and live what's left of his life to the fullest.

This involves coming out to himself, reconnecting with old friends in a bittersweet way, and maybe even getting to know the town's bad boy, Derek Hale. No matter what rumours he's heard about Derek, no one with dimples like that can be all bad, Stiles thinks.

True Directions by missmagoo

(5/? I 25,075 I Explicit)

When Stiles' extremely religious aunt catches him sneaking in from a gay club and sends him to a reform camp, the last thing he expects is for the guy he (very nearly) hooked up with to be working at the camp!

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #coming out #anon

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multi-fandom-imagine · 3 months

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can you explain the Price of Flesh?

Uhhhhh...where to i start.

First and foremost it is a game that is meant for 18+. I do not recommend anyone below that age to play it due to the dark theme.

It is an amazing game, i had a lot of fun playing it

But here is the description from the site.

The Price Of Flesh is an 18+ survival horror visual novel made by Gatobob.

Plot

You begin the game in an auction, and you are what's being sold to one of three bidders. No matter who purchases you and where you are taken, you must rely on your wits and skills in order to survive your new harsh conditions.

If you are bought by Mason, you'll be taken off the grid, deep into the dark Canadian wilderness. Mason's goal is a good hunt, and you are his prize. On this path you'll not only be dealing with Mason, but the mountain itself, and all the danger upon it. You'll need survival skills, and to keep your wits about you. You'll need to manage your health, the freezing temperature, and the onset of insanity to have a chance of surviving.

If Celia buys you, you'll be taken to the basement floors of an abandoned office building. Celia is a bit high strung, and she's looking for a way to relax. Unfortunately, her preferred methods of unwinding are a bit violent. One wrong move and you may lose your life. Her path is more psychological, and you'll need to be smart and stealthy to stay alive. Unfortunately, there's no way to tell time underground- and you'll never know when she's going to come back.

Derek belongs to a sort of 'club'. If he's the one to purchase you, then you'll find out what this club is all about. In the middle of the desert, five killers bring five victims- including you. Not only will you have five murderers to contend with, but you'll have to worry about the searing heat of the desert. There's no food and no water, and the clock is ticking for your own survival- and that of the other four victims. You may need to work together if you want to make it out alive.

In the DLC you are taken in by Ren { a character from B2D and B2D2 }

Fox DLC is more focused on survival as opposed to individual endings. The MC needs to appease not only Fox, but his chat as well. Therefore, this is a guide on how to complete the route, as well as any alternate methods

Mason was the hardest for me, not only because of you needing to stay warm but you gotta watch out for him hunting you. It took me a while to get the good ending. { which is finding the bear trap, setting it up and getting him} also the dude does give you shit to survive the wilderness...so theirs that i guess.

Celia's took me a bit to get the best ending since you need to keep your sanity between 20-30. I did like how she is the only one that lets you go in one of her survival endings, Sidenote. I low key find it adorable that she lets you go but you can choose to stay with her and how happy she gets.

Derek....FUCK THIS ASSHOLE AND FUCK THE PEOPLE HES WITH AND FUCK THAT DESERT. God he pissed me off, the satisfaction of offing him and his goons then escaping with the other two survivors was just beautiful.

Annnnnd now my favorite

Ren...first i gotta say that unlocking him is such a pain...well was until i actually found a good walkthrough.

I love him due to the previous games he is in first.

Second, i love his good ending, like i wanna share the screen shots of it so bad { so if ya'll wanna sit or any of the survival endings let me know.}

#the price of flesh #boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death 2 #ren hana #tpof fox #tpof ren #tpof derek #tpof celia #tpof mason #the price of flesh celia #the price of flesh mason #the price of flesh derek #the price of flesh fox #the price of flesh ren

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Fifth Night of Chunnuka

Seires Fic Rec Part 12

Pony by alisvolatpropiis - (If I Played You My Favorite Song) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,573, sterek)

“Thank you, you’ve been a great crowd,” he purrs, reaching a tattooed hand up to adjust the microphone. “I’m going to finish with something a little different.” He laughs quietly to himself and rolls his broad, black v-neck-clad shoulders like he’s steeling himself, the first time all night he’s seemed nervous. “This is, uh, another cover, and I’ve never actually performed it…ever. But I feel like tonight’s the perfect night for it.” He laughs again and takes a deep breath. “So yeah, please continue to be kind, folks.” The crowd cheers and the singer – Derek Hale – gives this little sly smile as he fiddles with the strings of his guitar for a second, those unbelievable eyes flashing over to where Stiles has been sitting all night.

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In which acoustic musician Derek Hale seduces Stiles with a modern R&B classic.

It's a Sparkly, Glittery Fairy by Anonymous - ( Who Can Take the Sunshine ) - ( Rating: G, Words: 4,154, sterek)

Derek and his five year old daughter meet Fairy Stiles at the market.

Stupid Derek by the_diggler - ( Stupid Derek) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,921, sterek)

Stiles should’ve known better. Stupid werewolves with their stupid werewolf hearing. He should’ve known better than to moan Derek’s name, no matter how quietly. But stupid Derek, with his stupid face, and beard, and abs… And okay, Stiles should’ve known better than to leave his bedroom window open while getting off. Because yeah, stupid Derek with his stupid lurking ways...

You Rock Hard, I Rock Steady by MereLoup - (Home At The Edge Of The World) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,422, sterek)

With nowhere to go and no monsters du jour to fight, Derek and Stiles get to take their time and enjoy one another in the most delicious of ways.

i'll be your dream by EvanesDust - ( truly madly deeply) - (Rating: G, Words: 2,022, sterek)

After years of pining, Stiles was surprised to find out that his crush on Derek wasn't so unrequited.

Take a bite out of life by Nival_Vixen - (Incubus and Werewolf) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,274, sterek)

Stiles gets infected by vampire blood. According to a really old Russian text, he could become a blood-sucking monster like Bram Stoker's Dracula, an incubus-like blood-sucker who needs blood and sex to survive, or he could literally drain people's souls.

The hour of truth is approaching, as is the full moon. As such, Derek's the only one available to be stuck on Stiles-sitting duty, and is the only one there when Stiles finds out exactly what new piece he's becoming on the chessboard.

Permission To Mate? by ohhitsanna - (Just Let Me Court You!) - (Rating: T, Words: 2,593, sterek)

Stiles wants to ask Derek's Alpha if he can Mate Derek. Since Derek wouldn't let Stiles court him, he figures it's only fair that he ask his Alpha the traditional way.

The Smell of Bacon in the Morning by Jerakeen - (Scent of a Stiles) - (Rating: T, Words: 428, sterek)

"You smell like bacon."

Death of Morality by Brokenwords - ( The Virtue of Corruption Verse ) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,538, sterek)

The seats were hard vinyl connected to metal poles and harsh grating. Two years ago Stiles would have never imagined himself in this situation, but two years ago his father had still been alive and the things that went bump in the night belonged only in his nightmares. Now it was almost laughable, the guard up front, the cuffs on his wrists, the sway to and fro of the armoured prison transport chugging through the morning mist.

First and Last and Always by sffan - (First and Last and Always) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12,789, sterek)

Derek is Stiles' first everything. A story about the progression of their relationship from first kiss to graduation.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #seriesficrec

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