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teencopandthesourwolf · 19 days

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If he were to be true to himself, which he generally isn't when it comes to this shit, Derek knew he was fucked the very first time he met Stiles Stilinski—no, actually, that's not entirely accurate. It was before that. He was fucked the second he smelled the kid's unique scent hitching a ride on the damp breeze that cut through Beacon Hills preserve on that fateful day, just over two years ago, when Derek stood on his family's land and tapped a claw against the plastic casing of the inhaler he'd found. The inhaler he'd sniffed out from the undergrowth in the middle of the night. The inhaler sitting inside the pocket of his dead Dad's leather jacket that he'd recovered from the ruins of his childhood home. The inhaler he'd returned the day after he played pretend with himself that it had been him who had bitten Scott McCall.

Derek has been playing pretend ever since.

But how is he supposed to pretend now, with the rogue piece of Stiles's clothing screwed up in his fist and him finally home alone in his own apartment? Worse (or better) is the fact that it's the kid's favourite beloved hoodie, the one he wears all the goddamn time which Derek can tell hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine in a while because of the way it reeks of nothing but pure, unadulterated Stiles.

Stiles's red, red hoodie.

Derek's eyes flash blue to remind him of who he is, at the same time as his fangs drop and his short nails extend into yellowed claws. Absently, he thinks of Little Red and The Big Bad Wolf when his form shifts, his resolve shattering like mirror glass as he accepts his seven years of bad luck with grace the moment he shoves his face into the fabric, now releasing that throaty groan that turns to a low growl then into a sex-hungry, shuddering snarl.

He inhales.

Deep; deeply; deeper.

And Derek is lost to Stiles, forever.

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(from my current sterek WIP fic—let me know in the comments if you'd like to be tagged when it's up!)

#can't sleep? write #sterek #sterek wip #sterek fic #POV derek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf wip #cassidy wips #ooh er missus #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #queer fic #m/m #should be finished with this and be posting in the next few days xp #tcats writes #teencopandthesourwolf

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hedwig221b · 7 days

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Thinking about my Untouchable...

Thinking about little meow-meow omega Stiles who is so smart he's considered weird... but has his alpha wrapped around his finger... other's go: "yeah he's fucking hot and I'd fuck him once but he's crazy" and therefore Stiles has issues and tries to be normal when Derek starts dating him but he doesn't know Derek considers him fucking genius and loves him because he's so weird

Thinking about alpha Derek who is so obsessed with Stiles he's shaking... Stiles is the only thing he thinks about... he'll drop anything and come to his omega even if it's something small

Thinking about how other alphas laugh at Derek and say: "He has you under his heel, man", and Derek looks at them calmly and says: "Do you know what it is like - to have him? I'd bring him your head if he asked"...

Thinking...

#sterek #i swear to fucking god #they are not letting me go #i have just finished 37k in 2.5 weeks #and have the parrish pov wip fermenting quietly on the upper shelf #and now this #i NEED to write THAT Stiles again with THAT Derek #there is no escape #goddamit I have to write this now don’t I

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 9 months

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Do you have any recommendations for fics with Sheriff Stilinski? Like as a major character not just showing up in the background? Or ones that focus on him and Stiles' relationship?

There's not a whole lot where he's the main character. So I have some with sheriff!pov.

Ashes, Ashes by ShanaStoryteller

(1/1 I 2,699 I Teen I Sterek)

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone's tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

"I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes," John can't even call that a whimper, it's clearly a whine as Derek's hands tighten against Stile's hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek's hands can hold him into one piece, "and that thought was worse than dying."

Why deja-vu is a dangerous thing by MsCee

(1/1 I 2,887 I General I Sterek)

When something makes his new deputy seize up like only true love can, John Stilinski is prepared tease the ever-living hell out of him. He’s prepared to look up and see some pretty girl with a bit of an edge, with a loud laugh and a bright smile that could coax even his sullen deputy out of his frown.

What he’s not prepared for is to look up and see a very familiar face ambling towards his desk.

The Morning After by mikkimouse

(1/1 I 3,635 I Teen I Sterek)

After the night he'd had, John just wanted a quiet cup of coffee and some toast before his son woke up. This, he felt, was not too much to ask from the universe.

Apparently the universe disagreed, because John came downstairs at 7:30 in the goddamn morning to see a man he'd previously arrested for murder grinding coffee beans in his kitchen

Promise You'll Look After Him by DiscontentedWinter

(1/1 I 9,901 I Mature I Sterek)

Sheriff Stilinski is used to dealing with victims of violent crime. He knows how to approach kids who've been beaten and sexually assaulted.

Except this time it's his son.

It's Stiles.

Adult Wolf by KouriArashi

(56/56 I 232,475 I Teen I Peter/Sheriff)

As if Sheriff Stilinski doesn't have enough to deal with, now he's been attacked by some enormous dog in the forest, and that's normal compared to what happens next...

Re-telling of seasons 1-3B with Sheriff Stilinski being bitten instead of Scott.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sheriff stilinski #bamf!sheriff stilinski #outsider pov

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littlesarcasticdemon · 8 months

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Okay so we all know the fics where stiles is kicked out of the pack or the ones where he kind of just becomes part of Derek’s pack after the torture incident really just Scott being a bad friend

Anyway just imagine how funny that shit looks from an outside view like imagine being his classmate and living like across the road from him just being confused why someone who was previously wanted for murder is practically living at the stilinski house or like a person who is known to be dead(Peter) one day just walking out of stiles house or like witnessing Erica Boyd and Isaac sticking to stiles and constantly like touching him at school or like one day this person like overhears one of the pack or Liam calling him mum or whatever

Like I feel like it would be so funny to read just the utter confusion and like I have got to find out what the fuck is happening of that

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endwersed · 1 month

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Writing Patterns

Tagged by @raisesomehale 🥰

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

striking out, (on hiatus) WIP, sterek human college au, 47k

The locker room is just how Derek remembers it.

feels so good inside, sterek human au, 12k

The worst thing about being an eighteen-year-old virgin and loser is, well – being an eighteen-year-old virgin and loser.

i was yours once, stackson into sterek, 9k

Water rains down over Stiles’ head, fat droplets of it catching in his eyelashes as he grits his teeth and presses a tight fist against the tiled wall of the school locker room showers.

in flux, sterek human college au, 25k

By Derek Hale’s junior year of college, he has come to know that there is nothing quite like the party after scoring the winning basket of a game.

another name for love, sterek au, 37k

Derek wakes up to the sound of a door creaking open slowly, a faint and careful noise nudging into his dreamless sleep and dragging him into consciousness.

does one good, sterek pwp, 5.5k

Stiles is still mostly focused on towelling at his damp hair as he pads into the living room of his apartment on bare feet, humming a repetitive tune under his breath and scratching lazily at a patch of skin just under the hem of his t-shirt, over the waistband of his boxers.

as dear as a brother, sterek human au, 10k

Stiles Stilinski meets Scott Delgado on the first day of freshman orientation at Berkeley and immediately knows they’ll be best bros for life.

and i'll write you a tragedy, sterek superhero au, 37k

It’s pretty cool living in a world with superheroes, all things considered.

how fast or how far, sterek human au, 9k

Faint, early morning sunlight streams through the cracks in the blinds, casting a colourful vision against the linoleum tiles as Stiles stands awkwardly in front of the kitchen sink.

baby, you got the keys, sterek human college au, 2k

It’s an unfortunate truth that Stiles didn’t get to take advantage of owning a car practically made for fooling around in during his high school years.

#sterek #my fic #open tag to anyone who wants it!#i definitely love a good college au lol #and i am definitely more comfortable writing from stiles' pov

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outtoshatter · 2 months

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Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @dear-massacre, @raisesomehale, and @rosieposiepuddingnpie thank youuuu this is fun!

i'm doing only my last ten over-5k fics, just as a fun little experiment :D

Kingdoms Fall (WIP, M, sterek)

Stiles leaned over the jewel-studded bowl, fluttering his lashes as he breathed in the smoke from the burning herbs at the bottom.

The Price we Pay (66k, T, complete)

Stiles ripped the velvet strip off his face and winced, blinded by flames.

Pulling Strings (53k, M, complete)

Stiles bounced on his toes to fend off the creeping chill of the night, gaze darting impatiently between the road and the clinic.

The Stilinski Method (6k, T, complete)

Derek crept along on the balls of his feet, following tiny paw prints in the soft dirt.

Fractured Starlight (64k, M, complete)

The stretch of road between Beacon Hills and Willow Pass was almost always quiet, although Stiles wouldn’t quite call it peaceful.

Every Step You Take (8k, T, complete)

On a typical day, Stiles Stilinski would say his impulse control was shaky to moderate at worst.

The Next Chapter (105k, M, complete)

The photo ripped down the middle.

End of the End (90k, E, complete)

Stiles spotted the group with difficulty.

The Bright Side of Disaster (5k, T, complete)

The Beacon Hills spring farmers market was never small.

Keep Moving (10k, T, complete)

Derek squinted up, eyeing the clouds creeping in from the west.

okay, i'm not sure what all this says about me or my stories, but. there's at least a little variety here. I think? LOL

tagging uuhhhh @cephalog0d @2dents and @halevetica and anyone else who wants to play!

#writing games #tag games #gia writes #sterek #fic #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #this was. interesting #idk what this says lol #some of it is action #some of it is just talking #i think if i could've gotten to Are You Ready? there would've been more variety lolol #also a disproportionate amount of Stiles POV but that will change soon #did i spell that right #idk #these are mostly public stories so idk why i feel so squirmy about this #maybe because it's just the first line singled out

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hotchfiles · 3 months

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stiles stilinski + i was all over her 🤞🤞

lari's 100th follower bash + send me a song and one of my boys for a drabble

stiles + salvia palth's i was all over her (back at that party, I was all over her, we didn't make out or do anything, I just remember I was lonely)

i didn't usually drink, alcohol always slowed me down and that was the exact opposite of what i usually wanted. i liked my senses sharp, i needed my senses sharp. being too slow meant losing important clues, missing clues meant an unfinished puzzle. when the puzzle wasn't finished, people died.

a huge responsibility to carry, i never minded it though, it kept me busy, kept my mind busy, made me important, gave me purpose: helping my friends. assisting. being useful.

today none of them needed that assistance though, busy with with college applications, graduation stuff that maybe i should be busying myself with as well, but thinking about that made me uneasy. so today i drink.

more than i should, i admit it.

beacon hills shitty life or death threats have surrounded me for years, being helpful was all i knew. i had no idea what to do, where to go, and watching as my friends so eagerly made plans to leave was unnerving. who was i if not stiles, scott's best friend?

thinking like that could keep me awake at night more than any monster.

so today i drink.

and i watch as people my age have fun, no idea of all the danger there is around, possibly not feeling the weight i felt deep in my soul. i observe many of them before one catches my eyes. girl my age, smile bright. happy. carefree.

the eyes though. heavy. dark. preoccupied. she did something intriguing whenever she went back to the bar, shot of tequila was her only choice, her smile would vanish for a few seconds, take a deep breath and shoot down, shaking her head quickly before going back to her friends. just then, when she was close to them, her smile would appear again.

she seemed lonely, like me today. but she was a better actress than i was, or i just didn't have the company to force myself to act like she did. i couldn't keep my eyes off of her though, some sort of magnetic energy that glued my eyes to her.

maybe she was just beautiful and i was drinking too much. i wanted to talk to her, ask her about the fake smiles, the deep sighs, the tequila, but i didn't want her to meet me like this, and watching her, weirdly, was enough feel less alone.

she noticed the staring, it didn't creep her out apparently. concerning, really, she should be more careful. instead she took something out of the tiniest bag i've ever seen (what does even fit inside those? definitely not a weapon if she ended up needing one) and turned to the bartender, still looking at me as she handed him a piece of paper.

odd. a bit hurtful.

i looked the other way then, but the bartender soon handed me a tequila shot with a paper under it.

her number. guess i wouldn't be so lonely after all.

#lari's 100th #decided to try a 1st person pov type of thing with stiles narrating #shouldnt have done that bc its terrible and i hate it #THANKS ANYWAY THO LOVE U #stiles scenario #stiles x you #stiles x reader #stiles imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x you

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the-liminal-place · 8 months

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#floodgate #sterek #sterek poems #sterek poetry #POV derek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf poem #teen wolf poetry #poems #poetry #poets of tumblr #queer poetry #queer poet #liminal words #the-liminal-place

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whitedahlia13 · 4 months

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That's Where You'll Find Me

Chapter 1: I'm Not Leaving You

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Natalie Martin

Summary: Everything stopped. His breaths. His heart. Time.

There was only the two of them and the immensely powerful connection he felt whenever they were within a hundred square miles of each other.

Three days ago, Stiles saved Lydia’s life.

With the help of their friends, he coordinated a rather masterful plan, risked everything to free her from Eichen House.

Eichen House, where she was held against her will, drugged and shocked into altered planes of consciousness, poked and prodded for information she didn’t know how to access.

For weeks, she was trapped. Inside that place. Inside her mind. Always with the threat of what else might be done to her or to her friends. She endured the heartbreak of foreseeing their deaths, one by one. She experienced the excruciating pain and trauma of trepanation when Gabriel Valack, the madman posing as her doctor, drilled a hole into her skull to amplify her banshee abilities.

The brutal and archaic procedure left her in a volatile, virtually nuclear state of supernatural unrest.

But just when it seemed as though all would be lost, Stiles appeared.

I’m not leaving you here, he said.

He meant it too. It was clear in his unwavering tone and soulful eyes that he was ready and willing to go with her – through Hell and back.

When they were separated, she could still hear him, palms pounding on steel, echoes of his screams – Lydia... Ly-d-ia!!! penetrating thecavernous walls of that awful, century-old prison. He didn’t give up. No matter the obstacles he faced, no matter who nor what interfered, Stiles found his way back to her.

Now, whenever he walks into her room, that moment replays in her mind. Stiles bursting through a pair of industrial doors. Stiles running to her with open arms. Stiles promising, We’re gonna get you out of here.

Every time, she feels the same relief, the same awe, the same surge of love for him. Her sweet, sarcastic, occasionally clumsy, super smart, superhero in plaid.

Keep Reading: ao3 & ffnet

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roughentumble · 1 month

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like derek pov on always having wanted to be a beta and all the troubles he has trying to live up to the title of Good Alpha and failing that and having to go away and then giving up the alpha mantle to stiles and accepting stiles as his alpha who knows everything and accepts being directed by his alpha would be godly utterly godly

he's not even an attack dog he's a couch dog he just happens to be willing to bite if you break into his house an spook him

#i feel like im not describing this well it sounds too dom/sub when thats not quite the vibe im going for #but its like. derek pov on his struggles and then he sees alpha stiles and at first he's pissed and refuses to joib the pack #but eventually he gives in and its so good for him and it feels so right #to finally have an alpha he could trust and a pack to rely on and the beta position he always wanted to have. what he always expected

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teencopandthesourwolf · 5 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.

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

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wellhalesbells · 3 months

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the thing that fucks me up about rereading instructions for dancing is trying to pinpoint when it is that derek becomes obsessed with stiles and realizing the answer seems to be always. from the beginning. the moment they met. that poor bastard. he probably should have tried to be a little nicer about it, though, saved them both some hardship.

I think it slides so quickly from fear and annoyance that Stiles will steal Scott away to 'Oh no, oh fuck,' I'm not even sure Derek knows himself. Poor guy hamstrung himself by starting out with the 'I'm going to scare him away' mentality then wondering where the hell that went and trying to find it again through almost every subsequent interaction (while something so much bigger and so much worse - Derek's Thoughts™ - completely eclipsed it). Meanwhile Stiles also helps cultivate Derek's dickish-ness by assuming that original motivation to be his only interest in him at all, essentially until the moment Derek tells him he's in love with him.

Which is hopefully why it seemingly comes out of left field for Stiles and the reader, because that's what I wanted.

#i mean you should definitely think: uh ohhh derek caught feeelings before that moment #but since it's stiles and scott pov - they are the bright spots in each other's worlds so they are the focus #and occasionally derek will come along and glow around the edges and distract stiles a bit but that's all he is - a momentary distraction #and he's still that when he finds out that scott may be stiles' bright spot but they don't want each other the way derek wants #and so he blurts out 'i'm in love with you' before someone else shows up to want the same way he does #and since we've been in stiles' head and only gotten to see the moments that define him and derek is in so few of those #he's COMPLETELY thrown for a loop because what do you mean?? how could derek be in love with him??#how could stiles be all his defining moments and NOT know it y'know?#(because if you got instructions from derek's pov stiles wOULD BE so many of them)#and realizing they are in different places by a lot but not wanting that to mean they can't be anything more to each other says #'give me a chance to catch up' which in my mind is the only thing and the perfect thing #that was the very first scene i wrote for that fic actually - it changed almost ENTIRELY before the end but that line stayed the same #i just love the idea that you can be totally oblivious to something so defining for someone. that people can be such enigmas #inject that shit directly into my veins pls and thank you!#sorry i just love that dynamic so i can yammer on for DAYS about it lol #thank you for the ask and yeah you're pretty dead on about that haha #instructions for dancing #sterek #teen wolf #!ask

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 months

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Hey!! I’m looking for a fic that i believe was outsider perspective of Sterek being regulars at a diner or café??? Like I think the employees shipped them but in the end they were already together.

@thecoolkidsareoutcasts! @hedwig221b says it's this one.

Welcome to Rosie's Diner can I interest you in an eye-opener? by crossroadswrite

(1/1 I 1,999 I Teen I Sterek)

When the unfairly attractive couple walks in, at their usual hour, Kat starts humming the wedding march.

Jason elbows her sharply in the ribs, trying to hide his snicker even as he waves nicely at them.

“Fuck they’re so pretty,” he sighs mournfully, “why did they have to be a couple, that’s just unfair.”

“I know,” she commiserates.

(Or: The one where Stiles and Derek are regulars at Rosie's diner and exactly zero of the employees believe they're not actually a couple, I mean come on look at them.)

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #lost fic #outsider pov

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stereklyrics · 1 year

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Outsider POV on the Pack/ Sterek is so fucking good and we need more fics like that. Like people thinking the Pack is some kind of cult, when they're actually just doing their Supernatural shit.

Or when Derek is talking with Stiles in the phone and people can just tell he's talking to someone special.

Or when Stiles is in College and Derek goes to visit him, everyone just knows Derek is Stiles boyfriend 'cause Stiles won't shut up about him and won't stop showing pictures of him and Derek and the Pack or just him and Derek or just Derek.

Or when the Pack is at a restaurant or something after they just did some Supernatural vigilantism and they're talking about it and the waiters are just like "WTF are these people talking about?"

Anyways... Outsider POV is amazing and we need more of these.

#outsider pov is so fucking superior #sterek is eternal #eternal sterek #sterek #stiles and derek #stiles x derek #stiles stilinski x derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek hale #outsider pov #fic idea #fic ideas #fic prompt

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endwersed · 2 months

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man life must be nice when you're not a sensitive sally

#i've had to add a note on my most recent sterek fic to basically be like...#if you don't like the fic please just... don't read it. you don't have to tell me how much you hate the story and where it's going.#we can part ways silently. it's okay. it's better for my poor sad little heart actually.#i'm trying to write the stiles pov that i'm hoping will bring ppl around to loving him and feeling bad for him like i do #but it's so hard to keep the inspo up when every ping in my inbox is another rant about how he's irredeemable no matter what i write. lol.

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liplessthomas14 · 16 days

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You Bit What-!?!?!?!?

Stiles was having a boring dinner of something and thinking about Malia and the notes Malia had burrowed from Lydia which had actually been code written by Lydia and how no one ever answers their damn phones!

His dad was sitting in front of him and chewing god knows what and looking at him with a weird expression on his face. Was that the "you're in so much trouble 'cause I know you ate my totally-not-very-well-hidden midnight snack" look or the "care to tell me what possibly life-threatening news you're hiding?" look?

Whatever, it didn't matter. Thank God for phone calls. "Scotty". Uh, finally. His hand grabbed at his phone before his dad coughed, giving a pointed look.

"No phones during dinner, remember?"

"Wha- but it's important!" He protested "It's Scott and I gotta tell him about the banshee code-"

"What 'banshee code'?"

"Dad you don't just ignore pack phone calls, ok? For all I know Scott could be bleeding to death in an abandoned mine somewhere because Jennifer or someone woke up from the dead and decided to make alpha kebab out of him! How would you feel if you didn't let me answer cause of some dumb rule we made years ago and he ended up dy-"

His dad's phone started ringing- "Deputy Parrish". There was an awkward silence of several seconds, punctuated only by the synchronised ringing of the two phones, before his dad waved a hand in defeat and they both clicked the "answer" button.

"Hey, Scott, is Liam-" Stiles started.

"I buhit uhm shit-" Scott mumbled rapidly, sounding panicked.

"You hit shit??? Ew, gross. Why would you- yo Dad where're you going?" His dad had pulled on a shirt and was pulling his police jacket on.

"Murder at the hospital. Stay. Home." He warned as he started pulling on his shoes.

"Murder!?"

"Yeah Sean," Scott answered, "he's dead. The mouthless guy killed him and Stiles-"

"Wait, Sean? The creep with dead bodies in his cellar?"

"Yeah he was found dead on the roof of the hospital," his dad answered, "Now I might not be back before-"

"So is everyone ok?" Stiles interrupted him, focusing back on Scott. Scott, his mom, Liam, and a few other nurses he'd become close with over the years cause of his mom-they'd all been at the hospital.

"Stiles!" Scott sounded like he was sobbing at this point, "I bit Liam."

Stiles choked on his green peas, letting his fork clatter loudly onto his plate as his nose started to burn painfully.

"You bit-" a pea shot out of his nose, landing on the table in front of him, drowning in snot.

"Woah, you ok?" Scott asked worriedly. His dad shoved a napkin up his nose.

"Gah, I'm fine I'm fine- Dad, stop it- Scott where are you?"

"At home," he whined, "Stiles, I don't know what to do..."

"Ok I'm coming just- hang on." He hung up and rubbed at his nose with the napkin, pushing away from the table.

"I'm going over to Scott's," he called back to his dad as he shoved his feet into his sneakers.

"Stiles, what happen-"

But he was already out the door. Jeez, Scott, what have you done?

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