#sterek ( a little)

[hedwig221b]

Stiles kissed him.

This was what kissing felt like. Not his little stunt in the throne room, but this. Greedy hands gripping his body, beard rubbing against his chin. Tiny sighs and rumbles of pleasure.

Derek kissed him like it was the last thing he would ever do. When Stiles opened his mouth to gasp for air, Derek didn’t waste the opportunity, hungry for each little thing Stiles was willing to give him. He slipped his tongue inside, caressing Stiles’, sucking and biting on it with fervor and passion.

Soon, Derek let him breathe but didn’t let go. He kissed Stiles’ cheeks and around his lips, catching them between his teeth. He bit Stiles’ jaw before shifting onto Stiles’ neck.

Stiles had never felt this wanted. Lewd gazes were nothing compared to the way Derek held him — as if he was the most precious being that was somehow gifted to him. Derek kissed his neck, sucked his marks onto it just to lick them afterward, and got rewarded with Stiles’ bemused and desperate gasps of air right next to his ear.

Stiles couldn’t handle the grasp on the world around him. He just clutched at Derek, hoping the wolf would keep him standing, and closed his eyes.

Derek’s touch spoke of awe, as if he wanted to bring Stiles pleasure; not to gain something but because he wanted Stiles to experience it. Like Stiles deserved to be kissed and worshipped every day, and Derek was somehow blessed to be the one to do it.

They lost count of time, standing in each other’s embrace. As soon as they parted, they longed to reunite again.

Panting and breathless, they stood in the dark hall, hidden from everyone. Their kisses slowed down and melted into a soft exchange of tenderness, with small kisses being dropped here and there. At last, the passion mellowed out enough for them to remember about life.

“Are you coming back with me?” Derek asked, his voice deep and hoarse.

Stiles sighed and put his face into Derek’s neck, closing his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I just… don’t want anybody to look at me.”

“I’ll order them not to,” Derek said, completely serious.

Stiles smiled.

#sterek #sterek fic #stiles x derek #eternal sterek #derek x stiles #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #my fics #sterek fics #sterek is eternal #here's a little something for ya #sterek imagine

[alocalband]

(Don't) Stay Sterek, 17.6k, Teen Summary: Stiles goes away to college, and Derek suddenly falls ill. Obviously, the two things are completely unrelated. And, obviously, Stiles doesn't make the drive back to Beacon Hills at every available opportunity, to the detriment of his academic career, because he's secretly in love with the guy. That would be ridiculous.

“Derek’s sick.”

It’s not what Stiles was expecting Scott to open the conversation with, but at this point in his life he’s used to handling curveballs. “Derek’s a werewolf,” he responds. Because duh, it’s not as if the guy needs to worry about flu season.

“No, I mean really sick.” Stiles’ grip on his cell phone tightens as Scott’s voice then pitches lower, like he’s trying not to be overheard. “Supernatural sick.”

Supernatural anything, in Stiles’ experience, does not bode well for his immediate future. A headache and a couple of all-nighters at best; horror, bloodshed, and nightmare fodder at... Well, at medium. He tries not to think about what “at worst” entails.

“What, did he get shot up with wolfsbane again?” Stiles tries to make light, but it comes out sounding strained and half-hearted. He licks his lips and ignores the pit in his gut.

“He won’t tell me.”

“Jesus, Scott, you have eyes. And other very effective werewolf-y skills. Are there any bullet holes in him? Any suspicious purple flowers lying around the loft?”

“He’s not at the loft.”

“Then where the hell is he?”

There’s a long enough pause in response that Stiles somehow guesses the answer before Scott finally speaks it. He has no idea how he guesses it, because the very idea is absurd and kind of comical, but his own thoughts land on the very words Scott reluctantly admits right before he hears them.

“He’s at your place.”

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#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fanfic #I actually finished something?? #I'll be real I have not been in the best place mentally for a little while now so posting new fic feels like a minor miracle

[yyyyanyan]

can't stop thinking about Derek dropping by school to pick up Stiles in his black camaro

#yy ramblings #sterek #teen wolf #i saw a (red) camaro irl the other day and i can't stop thinking about how cool it was #i am very much not a car person but i was like omg what a sexy car #and then i was informed it was a camaro and my brain broke a little bit

[meret118]

Stiles makes so many jokes about Derek and his betas' leather jackets, that when Stiles finally joins his pack Derek gets him one.

In red.

With a hood.

The jokes on him though, because the first time he sees Stiles wearing it he walks right into a tree.

#Sterek #Little Red Riding Hood #Teen wolf

[kittykatstiles]

me when derek calling stiles “kitten”, “angel”, “baby”, “princess”, “love”, “sweetheart”, “little one”

#what i live and breathe for #derek knows how much stiles loves those pet names #he adores his little mate so much ohm #like stiles is his everything #im sobbing #sterek

[noyzinerd]

Stiles: Mmmm! It's my favorite part of every fast-food, ice cream cone: the little dab of glue they use for the wrapper that managed to bleed onto the cone! Yum!

Derek: I...I can't tell if you're being your trademark, overly sarcastic self or your trademark, overly eccentric self and it's, honestly, getting very concerning.

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #mieczysław stiles stilinski #incorrect teen wolf quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect teen wolf #Stiles: I'm serious. The little congealed glue chip is the best part of the whole cone. #Derek: You're not making it any easier to tell if you're joking or not.

[j-nightingalesb1tch]

incorrect teen wolf quotes

stiles: "i'm always somewhere on your mind."

derek: "right at the back."

stiles: "that's where the cool kids hang."

#teen wolf #incorrect quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #dylan o'brien #tyler hoechlin #source: @itzamberlouise on twitter #source: my own little brain

[batwynn]

Stiles is on his hands and knees—not praying, but maybe begging for a break. It’s been so much nonstop, and he’s no longer tired. No. He’s something else completely. It’s transformed him so much that the back of his hands look unfamiliar. The dirt under his nails is at least a week old. The blood older. Stained. He’s long since given up trying to wash his hands clean of it. And why should he? There’s always more. It’s always his fault.

That something else twists under his skin and asks, “why?”

Stiles doesn’t know anymore. It’s something Scott said when it all began. That taking responsibility was important, because no one else would or could. But he was also, like, nineteen so maybe that depth Stiles felt in statement was a little naive.

“Why?” It chitters, twisting its way from the pit that is his empty stomach.

He hasn’t eaten in… days? Maybe? He’d been raw dogging his ADHD meds with barely a sip of water between them. Same with the ibuprofen. Stiles knows he has an ulcer, but who the fuck has the time for that? Who has the time to pat them on the back anymore. Responsibly implied appreciation, at some point. Big Damn Heroes. Is that what they did it for? Christ, they were naive.

His left ring finger is a little crooked—nail bed broken. The skin looks inflamed around it like infection is kicking off and Jesus Christ, who has the time?

He hears someone breathing nearby and he knows it’s the only sign of life he’ll get for a while. Derek’s been out for an hour at least. Once again riddled with holes, all silent pain and loud anger. And Stiles is still on his knees, begging.

Begging.

The something else clicks its claws in his ears now. The question remains. Why?

Why is it their responsibility? Because no one else could? That’s not exactly true, though is it? Adults around the world live with supernatural things in their lives. A whole shit ton of them took on the responsibility of shooting the fuck out of them when they got spicy. So why, again, was it them? Why teenagers? Why didn’t Stiles tell his dad right away? Let some of that burden off of his shoulders when Scott got bitten?

Oh, right. Wait. That was his fault Scott got bit. His responsibility. Is that where it started?

And then—and then years later it was his fault all over again. The thing wearing his face, anyway. His face, though.

A sudden, ugly cough bursts out of him. It sounds so bad, but luckily it doesn’t wake up Derek. Stiles sits up properly and looks over at him. They’d both collapsed on the floor of his loft after the battle, already beyond thinking about bed or couch or anything soft. Derek’s blood is smeared across the floor and soaked into the carpet. The brand new carpet. Something about it fills Stiles with unbridled rage. It was one of those rare Derek smiles—something soft and private that he felt so lucky to see. A dusty blue pattern on white. A little fancy, a little foolish, maybe. Who gets a white carpet when their lives are… this?

Still.

Derek deserves a white carpet. He deserves to smile when he gets something for himself. He deserves to decorate, and like things, and have a life, and think about the future. Not whatever this is.

Stiles looks back down at his hands again, resting on his thighs. They’re shaking now that the weight is off of them, like the pressure removed gave them permission to show weakness. He doesn’t bother to stop them. No one’s looking, anyway. He doesn’t need to be strong, and smart, and all together. He can be a little untethered. A little something else.

Derek’s breathing shifts, and Stiles knows he has only a few minutes before the man is awake again. He knows that it will be minutes after that where Derek will shove the weakness down again, and pick himself up off the floor. He’ll check Stiles over. He’ll listen to his heart, his rattling breath. Check the air for the scent of sepsis. And then, satisfied that he’s not in immediate danger, go fetch a bucket and a mop. Stiles will try to save the carpet when Derek doesn’t allow himself to.

Stiles picks at his non-fashionably sliced up jeans.

“Why?”

Because he’s the only one who will and the only one who can.

#Sterek #sterek drabble #long post #stiles stilinski #Sterek fanfic #tiny little thing #I don’t know I just needed to write something again

[teencopandthesourwolf]

the boy and his wolf

#art ​style no.7426 lol #wolf!derek #little red riding hoodie #sterek #sterek art #sterek fanart #stiles stilinski #derek hale #teen wolf #teen wolf art #teen wolf fanart #fanart #digital art #art #tcats arts #teencopandthesourwolf #eternal sterek

[buckybarnesss]

I don't if you already talked about it but I wanna know your thoughts about the love spell that Jennifer put on Derek. How did it dispell? It was the power or friendship and pack, with Scott and Stiles asking for help, real bond instead something that's it was believe to be love? Or it was Stiles? Just Stiles asking Derek for help, being completed honest and worry for his dad, and knowing that Derek would help? And he was crying, and Derek wouldn't let no one to make his bamby eyes little baby cry?

oooh no one has asked me this i don't think.

in my interpretation jennifer's entire plan hinged on isolating derek from everyone. she needed him disconnected from the tenuous support network derek had built by season 3. we see this in motel california. she convinces him not to let the pack know he's alive despite us knowing all through frayed that scott was deeply affected by derek's supposed death, cora and peter were worried and looking for him, and that isaac and boyd were near ready to boil over at ethan.

so what breaks her hold?

it's a combination of things and i think i've talked about it before but to me it feels like a direct call back to abomination. not only is the blocking of the scene similar but also it brings up stiles's big question to derek from that episode:

"would you just trust me this once?"

and also what scott says at the end of abomination before derek slams the door closed on his vulnerability.

"nobody trusts anyone! that's the problem! while we're here, arguing about who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger, and faster than any of us, and it's killing people, and we still don't even know anything about it!"

and here -- a full season later -- in the overlooked derek looks at the two of them and answers with trust.

people really seem to forget how much scott, derek and stiles's relationship changed in season 3. that they worked through their season 1 and 2 bullshit.

plus, you know, derek has been manipulated and used in the past by kate argent and by peter. each time has resulted in pain, suffering and death. i think this leaves room for self-doubt inside derek that jennifer couldn't account for.

so that plus scott and stiles trusting him despite everything? they came to him and are asking for his help and trust? the very thing he wanted in the first two seasons and somehow he earned it.

jennifer's false love and trust ae nothing compared to that.

it's a two way street too. it's not just them wanting him to trust them but they are putting trust into him too. that he'll be on their side.

also derek knows scott and stiles do not fuck around with the safety of their parents. melissa and the sherriff are all they have. derek would do anything for these two kids he's tried very hard to protect for months and months to not go through the loss of a parent like he did.

but also like

she made stiles cry man. fuck jennifer.

it's why she poisoned cora though. i think she had an idea that she wouldn't be able to dupe derek forever so she created an insurance policy.

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #sterek #(a little bit)

[outtoshatter]

Inspired (and enabled) by @raisesomehale and her awesome masterlist!

Completed Fics:

Be a Witness [104k, M] Witch!Stiles, Shifter!Derek, magical college, murder mystery No Mercy [64k, M] Royalty AU, King Stiles, Prince Derek, berserker Stiles Fractured Starlight [64k, M] witch!Stiles, amnesia fic, magical town Shifted [48k, M] werewolf Stiles, Hale pack, werewolf violence

Series:

Strange Young World [4 fics, complete, 350k total] magi-nuclear apocalypse au These Ain't Your Momma's Paperbacks [5 unrelated fics, incomplete, 319k total] romance novel based fics, the relationship is the main focus despite other plots within Whereabouts Unknown [2 fics, incomplete, 6k] monster of the week style fics where Derek and Stiles travel around hunting monsters after leaving Beacon Hills

Drabbles:

Sea || 100 words, witch Stiles Pyre || 100 words, werewolf Derek Breath || 100 words, raising the dead Troubled Waters || 100 words, monster of the week Casual [triple drabble] || 300 words, fluff

Event Fics:

Are You Ready? [135k, E] werewolf Derek, vampire hunter!Stiles, vampires are known au Well Traveled [62k, T] faerie shenanigans The Next Chapter [105k, M] bookstore AU, human, alive Hale family The Bright Side of Disaster [5k, T] witch Stiles, magic & werewolves are known, magical farmers market Pulling Strings [53k, M to be safe] horror comedy, BAMF Stiles

One Shots:

A Light for the Dark [3k, T] fairy tale theme Moon Trance [2k, T] monster of the week, pre relationship The Pumpkin King [4k, T] autumn theme, fluff, humor, pumpkin carving Love Don't Lie [2k, T] fake dating, established relationship Keep Moving [10k, T] post Hale fire, Derek & Sheriff friendship

Now with Podfic!:

Cold as Ice [10k, T] witch!Stiles, alive Hale family podfic here! On my Way [17k, T] fluff, snowed in podfic here! Art here! Brave Enough [6k, G] fluff, 5+1 Things, Derek deserves nice things podfic here! Forward Motion [9k, T] witches are known, magic shop, meet cute podfic here! Figure it Out [5k, T] cursed Derek, humor podfic here!

Originals:

A World on its Knees [1k, T] soft and quiet, apocalypse, witches, fantasy Alone They Fought the Devil [3k, T] demonic entities, fantasy world, magic, witches!

all of these are also on my ao3 page, plus the ones I couldn't fit on the list!

#sterek #gia writes #masterlist #idk this just seemed fun! #fanfic #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #with my little originals at the end for my own joy #thank youuuu madi for enabling me #this was fun #it's not as pretty as hers but i like it #my fics

[biggukuma]

The rest of the Hale Family

#hale family #the hale family feels #cora hale #derek hale #eli hale #peter hale #malia tate #malia hale #cora hale aesthetic #derek hale aesthetic #peter hale aesthetic #malia hale aesthetic #malia tate aesthetic #eli hale aesthetic #teen wolf aesthetic #teen wolf the movie #teen wolf the movie aesthetic #sterek ( a little)

[aurevell]

Returning the Favor Sterek | 5k | T

Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

It’s late when Derek hears the noise at the side of the house. A creak of siding that cuts through the backdrop of cricket song. Just one lone sound, but there’s something cautious about it. Probing.

He lowers the book he’s reading, but no other sounds follow. Derek has been lying sprawled across his bed, drowsy and warm and comfortable, sweatpant-clad legs resting against the wall—but now that he’s conscious of the sound, his focus sharpening, he thinks he’s been hearing quiet noises grow nearer for some time without quite comprehending them. A wild animal outside, maybe, creeping slowly around the foundation of the house. Something large enough that the mulch in the flower bed crunches beneath its weight.

It’s not often that a solitary animal grows bold enough to venture this close to a werewolf pack—the scent always scares them off first. They don’t even get raccoons out here, especially not with the cold this time of year. It could always be their cousin Warren, who’s always thought it funny to startle his relatives with unexpected visits in the dead of night. Or any one of the nasty things in Uncle Peter’s wild stories, supernatural things that creep into the house come dark.

Derek glances at the window, book still resting on his chest, but the house is still.

Maybe it’s gone. That’s just as well: he’s too comfortable to drag himself over to the window to look.

And then another sound comes, an unmistakable creak. Heavy weight settling into place.

Downstairs, his mother sighs. “What was that?” she demands, her voice faint with distance. She and his dad are likely out on the porch swing at this time of evening, even though it’s nearly winter, lunatics that they are. “If Laura and Cora are at it again—”

“I’m sure they aren’t, Tal,” Derek’s father replies, sounding amused. “You put the fear of god in them.”

Mom scoffs. “If we have to repair another door, it’s coming out of their pockets.”

“Not everything is my fault, Mom,” Cora mutters pointedly from down the hall. There’s heavy metal coming from the vicinity of Laura’s bedroom, just low enough to be blasting from her headphones, and she doesn’t pipe up to defend herself.

The thing hasn’t gone away. Metal squeaks a moment later, and then the scrabbling returns, punctuated by a thump and a muffled grunt.

Annoyed, Derek tosses the book aside and clambers to his feet, crossing over to the window. When he hoists up the sash, letting the night chill waft in, he peers down into the dark and finds that the source is worse than anything he could have imagined.

It’s his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar.

Stiles is hanging onto the drainpipe, having managed to hoist himself several feet off the ground. He’s leaning against the metal awning over the kitchen window, one foot atop the shutter and the other scrabbling for purchase against the siding. At the clatter of Derek’s opening window, he looks up, startled, and nearly loses his balance.

“What are you doing here?” Derek hisses.

“Just returning the favor.” With a moment to catch himself against the awning, Stiles gets his bearing and grins. “What? Don’t make that face. C’mon, you can show up at all hours of the night, but turnabout isn’t fair play?”

With that, he sticks his tongue between his teeth, which he sometimes does unconsciously when something demands his full attention. And the perilous task of climbing should get his full attention, given how often he stumbles when both of his feet are on the ground. God, Derek is about to witness his idiot boyfriend fall to his death or something.

Stiles heaves himself mostly onto the awning, clawing for purchase with a grunt. When he reaches for the window, he loses his grip, nearly sliding backward onto the grass; in a flash of panic, Derek grabs him by his shirt and yanks him forward.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he demands, aware of their volume and even more aware of their audience.

The awning rattles as Stiles draws up his long legs to slip inside the window feet first, ducking under the sash. He’s panting a little as he pulls himself upright, though he bats his eyes sweetly in the face of Derek’s scowl. “Oh, please. I knew you’d catch me. ‘My hero,’ and all that.”

“Should have let you fall and die,” Derek retorts, shutting the window.

“Probably. Oh man, that was so athletic. Sometimes, I amaze myself.”

Derek doesn’t have anything smart to say to that. He’s only half paying attention, too busy bracing for the discussion sure to follow.

He and Stiles may as well have stomped up and down the stairs blowing air horns as far as the rest of the house goes. Everyone will have heard. Derek is absolutely sure because you can hear a pin drop, like no one’s even moving, like everyone’s waiting with bated breath—either gleeful or judgmental or both—to hear what comes next. Even Laura’s deafening headphones have gone silent. Fuck.

Worst of all…Stiles doesn’t know any of this. He doesn’t yet know about the secret the Hale family hides, or how keenly they can hear, or that every word he says will be seized up and cheerfully dissected and gossiped about in real time.

Read the rest on AO3

#sterek #sterek fic #mine #vaguely inspired by a tumblr post i have been unable to find after multiple searches in the month+ it took me to write this #i think it was a pic of two cats falling off a roof?? #and whoever posted it was basically like 'haha this is stiles-coded after he tries to climb derek's window and pulls derek down with him' #i'm pretty sure i even reblogged it and yet where is it?? #if you know what i'm talking about let me know lmao #anyway #this is only a little bit about stiles struggling through the window #mostly it's about how i think werewolf hearing would upgrade the sibling-on-sibling crime possibilities in any given household #and the fact that you could not get away with ANYTHING noisy without every other person in the house knowing about it #so having blabbermouth stiles stilinski pop into said household while being totally ignorant of the existence of werewolves... #let's just say 'poor derek' and leave it at that lmao

[endwersed]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the brilliant @dear-massacre 🥰

I haven't been able to work on my current WIP much this week, so here's a li'l something from the nanny AU I started a while ago instead!

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“The novelty starts to wear off around the time they learn the word why,” his dad adds drily, a teasing eyebrow quirked. “You should have at least a year to enjoy before that, though.”

Stiles refuses to let his brain drift to thoughts of whether he’ll even be around in a year to see it. Not now, not when Derek’s smile is huge and warm and so full of unbridled love as he looks between his son and Stiles, not when Jake is babbling an impressively steady stream of dadadada, much to all of their delight.

In that moment, he simply decides – fuck it.

It’s absolutely true that none of this is real. But he’s going to enjoy every second of it that he can before it all blows up in his face.

The rest of his dad’s brief visit passes easily enough; Jake regaling them all with his new word while the rest of the conversation flows freely around it. Derek is polite, saying all the right things to make the Sheriff like him, regard him with a quiet sense of approval.

When it’s time for him to head off, his dad and Derek shake hands before he rubs an affectionate hand over the growing hair on Jake’s head. Stiles offers to walk with him to his car, and they chat amiably up until they reach his cruiser, at which point his dad cuts off with a frown, leaning against the closed door of the car and levelling Stiles with a look he hasn’t seen since he was a teenager.

“What?” Stiles asks, eyes wide and something like dread welling up inside him.

His dad doesn’t answer immediately. His gaze slides along the path they just travelled before pulling back to meet Stiles’ eyes. Stiles feels his heartbeat quicken as his dad narrows his eyes.

“You need to be careful here, Stiles,” he says.

Stiles does everything he can to not show a single visible sign of how those words affect him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies, forcing nonchalance.

“He’s married,” his dad presses on, as always too goddamn switched on. “He won’t feel the same way you do. And that’s not even getting into the fact that he’s your boss.”

“I don’t,” Stiles starts to deny.

“You need to get over your feelings,” his dad cuts over him, “and if you can’t do that – you need to quit.”

Stiles swallows thickly. Unconsciously, his eyes dart over to the blanket where Derek and Jake sit, Derek still with an utterly astonished look on his face as Jake repeats those two incredible syllables again and again and again. His dad’s face is kind, sympathetic, when he looks back to him, and Stiles nods once, stiff and quick.

“It’s just a crush,” he lies. “I’ll get over it.”

After a long moment, his dad nods in return. He pushes away from the car and tugs Stiles into a hug, one hand at the back of his head as he presses his lips lightly against Stiles’ temple.

“I’m just a phone call away if you ever need me,” his dad says, pulling away to look him right in the eye. “And I mean ever. You got that?”

Stiles smiles wanly. “It’s just a crush, dad. It’ll be fine.”

It's just as much of a lie for his own, stupid heart.

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No pressure tags! @crownofstardustandbone @raisesomehale @thotpuppy @renmackree

#sterek #my fic #i do have plans to come back and finish this fic off at some point #but my main wip atm is still the abo fic i posted the other week #my inspo/motivation has been a little... muddled lately lol #but i have kept my entire upcoming weekend free and i WILL write!

[noyzinerd]

I have learned that there are two types of toddlers: the ones that make the stuffed animals hug and the ones that make the stuffed animals fight.

At surface level, Stiles comes off as this smitten guy who fawns over people for years and lavishes them with gifts and big gestures.

But you just know that Stiles, at age 3, was the type of kid that used to close up two stuffed animals in a box and violently shake it around in a Thunderdome-two-may-enter-only-one-may-leave situation.

Meanwhile, Derek gives off a snarly, prickly, rip-your-throat-out type of vibe.

But you just know that Derek, at age 3, once started crying at a yard sale when he had to sell his toys. His parents thought it was because he was sad about giving away his things, but soon found out it was actually because his tiger stuffie was bought without his gorilla stuffie and they HAVE to be bought together because they're married and Derek, being the sweetest and softest little boy in the world, couldn't stand the thought of them being separated. His parents then had to track down the buyer and convince them to also take the gorilla. After that, all of Derek's toys had to be labeled as a buy-one-get-one-free deal at the yard sale in order to keep the pairs together.

#sterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #mieczysław stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #Derek was a soft boy #Stiles was a little chaos gremlin

[bunnyskull152]

Stiles & Derek, can’t say otherwise.

#teen wolf #incorrect teen wolf quotes #stiles stilinski #mieczyslaw stiles stilinski #tw #sterek #derek hale #biles balinski #hale pack #stiles was a destructive little shit and we should've seen more of that #everyone loves stiles