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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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halevetica · 1 year

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Sterek Masterlist

Here I will list all of my stories that are Sterek specific. These do not include crossovers, but can include other pairings.

One Shots:

Mr. and Mr. Hale(Sterek)

Chinese for Dinner(Sterek)

Do Me a Favor(Sterek)

Lie to Me(Sterek)

Comforting(Sterek)

Doppelganger(Sterek)

Alternate Reality(Sterek)

Thoughts(Sterek)

Secret(Sterek/Steter)

In Trouble(Sterek)

Temporary Bliss(Sterek)

Believe me(Sterek)

E/A Con(Sterek)

Triskelion(Sterek)

Separated(Sterek)

The Fox and The Wolf(Sterek)

The Wolf and The Fox(Sterek)

Raven(Sterek)

Weakness(Sterek)

Significance(Sterek)

Pack Mom(Sterek)

The Wolf With Emerald Eyes(Sterek)

Paranoia(Sterek)

Unsigned(Sterek)

I never existed(Sterek)

Same Old Song and Dance(Sterek)

Hawaii five-0(Sterek)

Riddled(Sterek)

Halloween(Sterek)

I Wasn’t Ready(Sterek)

Nice Things(Sterek)

Trust me(Sterek/Steo)

Tell Me(Sterek)

His Shirt(Sterek)

Oh Calamity(Sterek)

As The Seconds Go By(Sterek)

Will you still be here tomorrow?(Sterek)

Feels Like Home(Sterek)

Promise(Sterek)

Cute Together(Sterek)

Full length fics:

The Spark Within(Sterek)

Lie Ability(Sterek)

All Hale the King(Sterek)

Suffer Well(Sterek)

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before(Sterek)

Two of a Kind(Sterek)

A Poison I Drink Often(Sterek)

For the Love of Chaos(Sterek)

Flirt Responsibly(Sterek)

I Would Fake Forever With You(Sterek)

Same Old Song and Dance(Sterek)

Forget Me Not(Sterek)

Wake Up(Sterek)

Leave Me in Ruins(Sterek)

Like it or Not(Sterek)

Shatter my Reality(Sterek)

Podfics:

Temporary Bliss(Sterek)__10-20 mins

Chinese for Dinner(Sterek)__10-20 mins

In Trouble(Sterek)__0-10 mins

A Real Ass(Sterek)__20-30 mins

Secret(Sterek)(Steter)__10-20 mins

Weakness(Sterek)__10-20 mins

All Hale the King(Sterek)6-8 hours Ch.0-10 Ch.11-20 Ch.21-30 Ch.31-40 Ch.41-53

The Fox and the wolf(Sterek)__0-10 mins

Riddled(Sterek)__0-10 mins

Tell Me(Sterek)__10-20 mins

If you like my writing, consider buying me a coffee, I would really appreciate it!

#Sterek #Stiles x Derek #stiles stilinski #Derek Hale #Teen wolf #Sterek fic #Sterek fanfic #Sterek oneshot #Sterek podfic #one shots #ficlet #fanfic #podfic #My writing-H

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sterekmpreg · 11 months

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I DON’T REMEMBER

Stiles’ eyebrows furrowed together as he looked down at the floor in hard concentration. “I… I don't remember,” Stiles says as he looks around himself doubtfully. Stiles glances up into Derek's concerned green eyes and catches a glimpse of the wavering hope behind them. “Derek… What’s-” Stiles stops himself and looks back at the ground clearly upset that he couldn't apprehend what was happening.

Derek knows. He understands what Stiles wants to ask but can't seem to find the words to put them together. ‘What's happening?’ Derek finishes in the back of his mind. He knows the answer too. All the way at the end of his senses where he's been pushing it for months, he knows, but he can't bring himself to actually accept it. Couldn't accept that his mate’s worst fear was coming true. That Stiles was becoming his mother. That he was losing himself all together, entangled in his own mind thoughtlessly and incoherent.

Stiles' head snaps to the living room when a deafening cry of distress is heard from an infant. This seems to snap Stiles out of whatever circumstances he’d stood in as he exhaled sharply, observing his father and Peter try to soothe Eli from the recliner in the corner of the dimly lit room. “Eli,” Stiles lets out softly before Derek turns loose his grasp on Stiles, watching his spouse misstep slightly as he moves swiftly to seize their son from Eli’s grandfather. Noah stands and allows Stiles to accept the chair, the mother softly cooing at his son as if nothing had just taken place. Like Derek hadn’t just witnessed Stiles continue to slowly, but undoubtedly, slip away from him…. From their family.

Derek watches Stiles holding their baby, a clear expression of helplessness and grief stuck on his expression. His eyes unquestionably held back unshed tears. Noah’s hand found its position gently resting on his son-in-law's shoulder, carefully coaching Derek out of the opening before Peter locked it without a sound. “We need to tell him it’s happening,” Noah declares just above a whisper as they monitor Stiles apprehensively, “he’s going to despise it but he’ll hate us if we don’t tell him now.”

Derek jerks his head quickly and presses his lips together tightly, “It’s not… He just forgets things sometimes,” Derek tries. He understands it’s no help, the other men comprehend what’s occurring just as sufficiently as he does, but that doesn’t suggest Derek ever desires to acknowledge it. To admit that he was relinquishing the only thing that had delivered him contentment after the fire. The only thing that made everything alright even though it wasn’t. He couldn’t accept that, and the other two also understood Derek was just diverting to console himself, and they weren’t going to look down on that.

Noah sighs and runs his hands over his face, at an unconditional defeat on what to do or enunciate now. “Derek… Noah understands how difficult this is. He went through it too. Now he's trying to support you and his son…. Please, hear him out,” Peter says desperately. Derek stares at his husband as Stiles sways Eli, who's merely a few months old, and he simply wants to howl and whine. To break down. “That's not fair,” Derek chokes out as he fights back the tears, “I mean, we've all gone into a room and forgot why we went in there before.” Peter sighs and looks up at the ceiling as he delays his own tears. “We don't forget that we’re freezing and stand there for 10 minutes just staring blankly at nothing when we do though, kid… He's not-” Noah cuts himself off and chews his lip as he glares away at the floor, as if the wooden floorboards were to blame, “He’s gonna be Stiles until he's not.”

Derek allows the first tears to drop and his throat burns as he holds his breath to restrain himself from whimpering. “This only happens every 6 months, Derek. It'll get worse and occur more constantly. You could have anywhere from another year to a few more years, but he's gonna lose himself over them. Gradually. And you're gonna be stuck watching him give up even when he doesn't want to. You're gonna mourn him emotionally before you ever can physically, and when he's actually gone, it's both going to transpire all over again. If you love my son, Derek, you’re gonna need to accept this. Right now. Because I made the oversight of behaving like it wasn't going to get worse and that Claudia would just stop and start to get better… And Stiles got hurt because of that,” Noah whispers as he stared at Derek, who's now gasping back sobs, in the eye. “I'm not going to lie to you. It's gonna tear you apart to see him go through this. And when it's really bad, and he reaches those extraordinarily fleeting instants of himself, he's going to plead with you to kill him because he doesn't want to put anyone through what his mother put us through. He'll attempt and kill himself when he's left unattended and fully there. He's going to beg you to take off with Eli so you don't have to monitor it happening… so he doesn't hurt you and your son. But if you love him, you'll stay… Because he needs you,” the sheriff states as he lets out a silent sob, “and if you quit you will regret losing those few moments you could have left with him. So if you are going to leave, Derek, you ought to do it now. You need to take off while he can comprehend why. You need to at least promise you're gonna stay right now, or leave right now.”

Derek's lungs felt like they were on fire from holding back the loud sobs he wanted to let out and his eyes stung as the infinite tears rolled down his face. Peter soothed Derek through his own tears, patting his nephew on the back and sniffling slightly. Derek articulates a pained whine before seizing a shaky breath and nodding. “I told him in sickness and in health…. I'm staying,” Derek says firmly as they all look back to Stiles and Eli. Stiles was Stiles now. Stiles was himself and was sleeping in their living room with their son held on his chest, a small smile on both of their faces. Stiles was Stiles and Derek was going to love him, even when he could no longer be Stiles.

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butterwasteland · 5 months

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Sterek request

Prompt:

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Stiles leaned back in his desk chair. His dark hair falling across his face. What was the point in being a Supernatural Investigator if there was nothing supernatural to investigate? He blew out a sigh and spun around in his swivel chair. Perhaps he could continue with his research. His boring research that never lead to anything supernatural. He let out a frustrated groan and spun back into his desk. Maybe he'd find something this time.

Pulling up a news, Stiles began looking through the headlines. Same old, same old. Politics... wars... nothing new. Stiles hears his dad on a phone call. Some body was found by some joggers in the woods. And get this it was only half the body! Oh, he and Scott were definitely going to look for the other half- His dad calls out that he's leaving, Stiles picks up his phone to call Scott.

His phone starts buzzing in his hand.

It's an unknown caller. He's half tempted to just not answer but his curiosity gets the best of him.

"Hello, this is Stiles speaking."

There's light breathing on the other line.

"Are you the investigator?" A man's gruff voice calls out.

"Eh you make me sound really cool, not that I'm not. But yes," Stiles clears his throat. "I am 'the investigator' if you are looking to investigate something extraordinary, supernatural you could say."

The man grumbles, and there's a pause before he speaks again. "Would you be interested in a case?"

Stiles is ecstatic, he's never gotten a paid case before. Hell he's never even found a proper case before. He legs are bouncing up and down and the man on the line clears his throat clearly expecting an answer.

"I'll need the details first. Don't want to agree to something I normally wouldn't." Stiles says. He would've jumped on the chance to actually act for once but he didn't want to get ahead of himself. This man could be a murderer for all he knew. The man on the other ends sighs.

"My sister was killed, I know it wasn't anyone... human. I need you to find out who did it." The man answered. Stiles nodded frantically then upon realising the man couldn't see him, he agreed.

"Yeah I can work with that. Depending on the scale of things, I'll tell you the price after I figure it out. Say, we can start tomorrow. Any time suits me. Now this doesn't mean I'm fully accepting, I need more details and I'm not very good over the phone." Stiles stops his ramble not wanting to dump too much stuff on the man.

The man grunted. "Fine by me." "Great! Em... how about 3pm at Argent Coffee?" Stiles tried to not sound too excited.

"No." The man said almost immediately. "You can come round to my place at 5. I'll text you the address." The caller seemed to be getting ready to hang up so Stiles stumbled out, "Wait! I never got your name."

A pause.

"Derek. Derek Hale."

"Alrighty Derek, I'll see ya tomorrow at 5." Stiles said, wondering if this guy was gonna murder him tomorrow. He'd tell Scott just in case.

Derek grumbled a goodbye through the other line and hung up.

Whooop! Stiles got his first real case! He's doing a victory dance when he gets a text from the same number, giving him the address. Stiles replies to the text with,

I'll be there. -Stiles xoxo

And he's back to celebrating. He better go tell Scott! Stiles is about to shut his laptop when he pauses. Perhaps he should do a background check first. Sitting back down in his chair, he wheels himself towards the desk. Before typing the name, Derek Hale into the search bar. First thing that comes up, reminds Stiles why the name seemed familiar.

Family house fire.

The Hale fire, god how could he forget. He remembers the devastated look on teenage Derek's face in the Sheriff's office. Stiles stiffens, Laura. Derek's sister. The only other Hale family member who survived with no comatose state. Derek had said his sister was killed. OH holy hell. Derek was the last Hale left, no wonder he sounded... lost. Stiles' stomach bubbled with empathy but he continued digging. Upon finding nothing out of the ordinary, Stiles sighs.

He's not feeling as happy about the case now. Although he picks up the phone anyway and clicks on Scott's familiar number. It goes to voicemail, so Stiles decides to pay Scott a visit.

***

Stiles managed to convince Scott to help him search for the other half of the body. By hanging from Scott's moms porch and scaring the daylights out of both of them. Oh and almost getting hit by a baseball bat and Scott doesn't even play baseball.

"Come on, Scotty! This body ain't gonna find itself." Stiles was answered by the wheezing of the other man, who took another puff of his inhaler before replying. "Stiles I got college tomorrow, plus try outs for the lacrosse team. Can't we just pack it up?"

Stiles grumbled. "What's the point? You were always a bench warmer in high school. What makes you think college would be any different?"

"Don't be so pessimistic, Stiles. This year of college, is gonna be my year." Scott replied scrambling after the other man. Stiles trekked ahead. "Yeah yeah. You said that last year and the year before." Scott sighed. "I'm telling you man. I feel it."

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked stuffing his hands into the pockets of his red hoodie, trailing behind the other man. Stiles paused his stride, flashlight sending it's beam all around.

"Huh, didn't even think about that." He laughs awkwardly. Scott continued, "And uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here." Stiles nods. "Also something I didn't think about."

"Comforting, to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott said sarcastically as they began to climb a steep small hill. "I know." Stiles said exasperated. Who can blame him? He was excited about his case and well the thought of finding a dead body.

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one to hold the flashlight?" Scott asked, taking in a ragged breath and shaking his inhaler. Stopping for a second to lean against a tree.

Lights flickered through the woods and the two boys ducked down. There was distant barking and many flickers of different flashlights. Clearly the boys weren't the only ones to look for the body.

Stiles smiled and switched off his flashlight. "Okay come on," He exclaimed and scrambled up. "Stiles!" Huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf but asthmatic. Scott took a puff of his medicine, following Stiles. "Wait up!"

The pale boy continued running, "Stiles!" Scott hissed, calling out. But Stiles continued running, hopping over tree roots and mud. The boys keep on running and Scott calls out again for Stiles. The moled investigator slows and looks back.

A dog barks, and a flashlight shines in Stile's face. He flinched and exclaimed in surprise, tripping over in fright and falling to the ground. The dog barks more at Stiles, he flings around as if trying to fight off the noise.

"Hang on. Hang on." A voice said. "This delinquent belongs to me."

Stiles scrambled up, breathing deeply. "Dad, how you doing."

"So you uh listen to all my phone calls?" The sheriff asked. "No... Not the boring ones."

The older Stilinski looks around. "So where's your usual partner in crime?"

Stiles shrugs slightly. "Who? Scott? Scott's home." The younger Stilinski lied. "Said he wanted to get a good nights sleep for his first day back at college tomorrow." Stiles breathed out, "S' just me in the woods...Alone."

The sheriff turns away from his son. "Scott? You out there?" The man calls for Scott a few times. The other boy was no where in sight.

"Well, young man." Sheriff Stilinski steps over to his son, grabbing him by the back of the neck. "I'm gonna walk you back to you're car. And you and I, are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy."

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Stiles stands outside the address. He's bouncing on his heels outside the door, laptop and things he thought he'd need placed in his bag. "Okay Stiles... Just knock. You can do this." He mutters to himself and knocks three times at the door. He's early by 20 minutes but better early than late right? After about a minute, the door opens.

And standing there is a very sweating very sexy Derek Hale. Stiles swallows the lump in his throat as his eyes graze over Derek's topless form. "Sorry I'm early." Stiles said trying not to stare at Derek's abs.

The other man grumbles, his toned skin glistening with sweat. "Come in. Get yourself settled in the living room, I'm gonna take a quick shower." Derek steps back from the door and invites Stiles in. He quickly takes in the place, maybe a spare house Derek's family had. It was clean and any signs of living there was scarce.

Derek noted that this Stiles, was one of the guys from earlier whose friend needed his inhaler. Who he had told off for being on private property.

Stiles finds himself standing awkwardly in the living room. For once in his life his brain was blank, utterly blank. Well except for the permanent image of shirtless Derek Hale ingrained into his mind forever. Perhaps an image he'd later reflect on once he was out of the man's house.

Derek gestures wordlessly to the stiff looking grey couch. Then stalks away, Stiles immediately misses the look of those sleek abs. But with his main distraction gone, he managed to get settled.

Stiles was bouncing his leg up and down, waiting in anticipation. When Derek came back, fully clothed but black hair still wet. Stiles had his stuff, which consisted of his laptop and a few notebooks and pens, scattered on the coffee table.

Derek approached the hyperactive man.

"Ah geez!" Stiles exclaimed, "How are you so silent?" The Stilinski was clutching his chest, grumbling under his breath about people scaring him. "Okay so. Where do we begin?" Stiles asked.

Derek stood beside the couch with a slight twinkle in his eye at being able to scare Stiles. "I'll give you a run down." Derek said.

"I know a werewolf killed her to become alpha. But I've scouted the area and there's no other scents-"

"Woah woah woah. You're a werewolf??" Stiles asked, completely shocked.

Derek tilted his head at Stiles. "I thought you investigated supernatural stuff."

"Yeah, yeah I do." Stiles reassured. "You're just the first werewolf I've met. Well first one I met that I knew was a werewolf who knows maybe Ms. Kelly really was a werewolf, sure seemed the type. Like you do. I mean- Uh..." Stiles cheeks heated as he blabbed.

Derek scowled, he was beginning to question his choice at involving this man. And what even was he doing in the woods earlier. How had his friend managed to lose his inhaler?

"Right. Well my sister was killed by a werewolf, she was slashed apart by claws. Severing her body in half."

Stiles eyes widened, so the body he was looking for, that Scott found last night was Laura. Guilt began forming in his gut. He was so fascinated over the body, he forgot that the body was once human (or should he say werewolf) too.

"Okay. So werewolves. Some guy killed her for her alpha status. You got anything visual I can work with?"

Stiles cringed slightly, avoiding asking directly if Derek had any pictures of his sister's dead body.

It's no surprise that Derek shakes his head.

"Alright. So we visit the morgue or more I visit the morgue. Get a look, try and determine the size of this werewolf. Maybe it left a claw or something, which we can use to DNA test it or something. Do DNA tests work on werewolves? When you guys shift is it like fully or just-" Stiles stuck out his hands mimicking claws. "-awoo?"

Derek scowls and gives him a quizzical look. "Some of us shift fully, most though gain facial hair, fangs, claws, pointed ears and glowing eyes. And I don't know about the DNA thing."

Stiles nods as if that makes complete sense to him. "Alright so beta, gold. Alpha, red. What else?"

"Blue means you've killed someone innocent, by accident or deliberate."

"Ah so which are you?"

In response, Derek's eyes glow blue. A contrast to his usual hazel eyes.

"Wow okay." Stiles heartbeat accelerates. He knew it wasn't supposed to be attractive but damn that was hot. Also maybe a little threatening, since Derek had killed someone innocent.

Derek mistakes it as fear and scowls more. Stiles notes that Derek likes to scowl.

Stiles reaches onto the table and begins scribbling in one of the smaller notebooks.

"Right, anything else you'd like to add?"

Derek shakes his head.

Stiles nods, closing the notebook and pulling his computer onto his lap. He pulls up webpages on werewolf lore. Sure he knew the gist of it. But with a case, came research.

"Sooo. If I pull up some info on werewolves, could you verify it for me?"

Derek scowls again, he had thought they were finished. Clearly not. "Fine."

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#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #teen wolf #sterek oneshot

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dropofbittersea · 3 months

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Rule one of kidnapping Stiles Stilinski: he is required to be entertained.

Not that he got kidnapped a lot!

Or... not like, all the time, at any rate. His being kidnapped seemed to have increased lately, but he attributed that to being distracted more often than usual because of school. Sure, he’d had high school to contend with back in the day, but high school was less demanding than university. He always watched movies where people were out partying it up or solving crime or having huge campus-wide mass murders or whatever and all Stiles wanted to know was where they found the time.

To be fair, most of them didn’t have the Supernatural breathing down their neck, or a pack constantly coming to them for advice. Like he was the poster child of good decisions, who was dumb enough to believe that? His best friend was a Werewolf because of all his so-called ‘good decisions.’

#fanfic #derek hale #sterek #ao3 fanfic #stiles stilinski #ao3 #teen wolf #oneshot

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notaboutmeeee · 1 year

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Little fix-it fic (or start of a fic)

(single!parent Derek but Stiles has been there for most of eli's upbringing, and even had been dating Derek for the recent years)

Stiles missed them so much. But he understood Derek's decision to put some space between him and Stiles. It wasn't easy having Stiles being away on Fbi missions constantly, not always able to stay in contact while on a mission, not knowing if he was alright or near death.

But he also missed Derek and Eli so fucking much.

Stiles figured he'd give Derek a bit more space and when it's been a month he would reach out. He could tell Derek that he had spoken to his boss and was trying to figure out a way to get a more suitable position to raise their little family together.

Sighing, Stiles got ready for bed. Suddenly he heard a little ~ding signaling an incoming message.

It was from Eli.

'I know you and Dad had a fight and aren't speaking. But please, I think we need your help. Somethings wrong.'

'I miss you. Dad keeps staring at your chair when we eat.'

Immediatly Stiles gave up on sleeping. He called Eli. After a few rings, the younger Hale picked up.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah, pup. What's wrong?"

"im not sure but some lady came back from the dead. Dad said her name was Al- I can't remember.."

"Allison" Stiles whispered.

"That one yes. Look, I know you two had a fight about your job but I don't care. I'd rather have you in my life than not at all. Can you come home and help us?"

"Oh, Eli. I don't know if I can come back, that's up to your dad. But I'll come over and see what's going on because resurrection is never a good thing."

"Well you might as well be my other parent, my papa if you will. But ok, see you soon, Stiles."

#teen wolf the movie fix it #sterek #my text post #eli stilinski hale #eli hale #stiles stilinski #fanfic #I should really be working on my ao3 fics ughhh and not be writing oneshots instead

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glwstic · 1 year

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Rec List 2: Teen Wolf

- For Varying Degrees of Tired by alocalband

“Please, Derek, please, I–“ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derek’s jacket. He’s on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’ve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please don’t do this.”

Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.

And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.

“It isn’t real?” Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.

Oneshot, 2,363 words

- The Wolves Who Cried Boy by adara, Swlfangirl

In which almost none of the wolves know the true meaning of the word emergency and Stiles just wants to relax.

Oneshot, 5,008 words

- Awake by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

He wished he could say he was surprised by the scowl, but considering he was positive Derek’s face was actually hard-set that way, he couldn’t be surprised. Why he was scowling at him now, though, he had no idea. He didn’t remember doing anything to piss him off lately.

Well, this week…

Today?

It was Derek, he probably got angry at Stiles when he breathed, so it was hard to really think on it too much.

Oneshot, 3,640 words

- Illegal by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Scotty. I told you. Mountain Ash barrier is still up. If you need to talk to me, that’s what cell phones are for.” He reached the window and wrenched it open, leaning out so he could stare down at the pile of limbs on his front lawn, where the werewolf had fallen after his failed attempt at entering Stiles’ house. “Besides, if dad’s on the night shift, the doorbell works, too. You don’t need to—”

The words died in his throat when the face that looked up at him did not belong to Scott.

Derek Hale.

Derek Hale was standing in his front yard.

Oneshot, 3,143 words

- Model by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“What the hell is going on in here?!”

Stiles’ screaming stopped abruptly and he twisted to look over his shoulder. Derek had frozen, one hand half down Stiles’ sweats, the other pinning his wrists to his pillow.

Both of them stared at the sheriff, who looked crossed between horrified and furious.

Oneshot, 1,612 words

- Sing by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Sputtering with his vision swimming and head throbbing where he’d hit it against the wall, Stiles struggled to shove the shower curtain out of his face and stared up at the person looking to startle him to death.

Derek. Figured. Who else would it be? Nobody else tried to kill Stiles when he was tending to his hygiene.

Oneshot, 1,071 words

- Vulnerable by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Scott answered him, but Stiles didn’t hear him. He bowed his head, breathing hard, feeling a panic attack threatening. Why had Scott asked him if he was himself? Why would he be asking him something like that unless...

Unless...

“Stiles!”

Derek was too close. He was way too close. He had both hands on Stiles’ cheeks, forcing him to look up at him. He looked worried, which was a weird expression to see on his face. Not that it didn’t happen, just that it was rarely directed towards Stiles.

“Stiles, breathe.”

Oneshot, 1,245 words

- SuperWolf by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Who are you? What are you doing? How are you doing? What is going on? Put me down!”

The man holding him let out a small chuckle, but didn’t release him until they were back on the cliff.

Where the Kappas were.

And he did, in fact, try and put Stiles down.

Stiles clung to the man tightly, arms around his neck and legs twisted so he could keep himself raised off the ground.

“Ah, not now, not now! Put me down where there aren’t any Kappas!”

(SNYE - January 5th - Crossover)

Oneshot, 4,816 words

- I Broke a Rule by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

They hadn’t ever spoken about rules, but they seemed pretty clear-cut and black and white.

No kissing, no talking about it, no feelings. Just fucking, and the occasional discussion before and after, and that was it.

Stiles knew the unspoken rules, and Derek knew the unspoken rules.

And yet somehow, they’d both broken them at almost the same time.

(SNYE - January 12th - Friends With Benefits)

Oneshot, 2,250 words

- Follow the Code by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“I had that,” Stiles informed him, still on his ass on the hard ground.

“I could see that,” Derek said. He was still wolfed out, eyes glowing red, staring down at Stiles like he didn’t know what to make of him.

When Derek took a step forward, hand outstretched to help him up, Stiles raised his crossbow and fired. Derek leapt back a step, looking down at himself, then turned when he heard a thump, the second Omega in the area flat on its face with an arrow in its head.

Turning back to Stiles slowly, Derek frowned down at him. “You saved me.”

“I saved myself,” Stiles insisted, getting to his feet on his own.

(SNYE - January 8th - Enemies to Friends to Lovers)

Oneshot, 26,010 words

#fic rec #Sterek #sterek fanfic #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #smut #fluff #angst #oneshot #supergirl #crossover

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livingdeadvoid · 1 year

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"If you're going through hell, keep going."

"I'm guessing you knew him from school,,,? His dad asked in a soft voice, placing a calloused hand on his shoulder. He hadn't expected his dad to show up. I mean he didn't really know Issac much. But yet here he was, offering support to the son he didn't know he needed to support. Stiles just stared at the gravestone numbly, finding it difficult to speak the correct words for the situation. His shoulders shrugged lightly, rising and falling at a stiff pace. He nodded slowly though "friends from school," didn't exactly encapsulate their entire relationship.

See Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey, didn't just "know each other from school," They had loved each other. At least that's what Stiles had thought. The two had never been friends. Not until Issac rolled up to school one day all werewolfied. He had been bitten by Derek. Then he was quickly taken away.

The two hadn't really had a chance to really, get to know each other until after Jackson was dealt with. After everything was seemingly solved. It had started out with arguments. Petty comments passed back and forth, turned into screaming matches. Stiles would say something fucked and Issac would retaliate. Soon the two found each other knowing more about each other than anyone else around. Somehow through the mean comments and snarky remarks they had found each other through the darkness that clouded their lives. The yelling had long since quit, instead they comforted each other, helped each other. It became so much. The two began getting drunk off of each other's company. They wanted more, and more of each other. So the two took more and more of each other. Until eventually, "friends from school" didn't fit them anymore. It wasn't even beginning to cover what they were to one another.

The rest of them couldn't tell when Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey became... Well became Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey. Most didn't mind. It was nice without the constant bickering. It was nice to see them together, see them happy. Of course it couldn't last. Neither of them were particularly lucky. The two were in love. Well as in love as two hormonal teenagers could be. It had felt real to them, so who's to say it wasn't? Who's to say they wouldn't have gone to the ends of the earth for one another? Because they most certainly would've. Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey were in love. In love with each other and in love with the feeling of one another. They would do anything and everything with each other. Anything they could've and should've. Stiles only wished he had more time, there was still so much left to do.

They had wanted a dog together. A big one. Neither had ever had a pet before. But both wanted one. A husky,,,,that's what they had decided on. Big and fluffy. It wouldn't happen now, not with Stiles standing over Issac's grave. A stray tear fell from his red brimmed eyes. He had already shed so many tears, yet of course there were still more to come. He wiped it away slowly, his limbs too shaky to do anything quickly. He looked back at his dad, giving him a small smile. "Yeah.. friend from school. That's all," he turned back to the Sheriff, giving him a quick thumbs up. He thought he was done lying to his dad. Thought the days of endless half-truths and full on deceptions were over. Clearly he was mistaken. While yes, he had every intention of telling his father he just couldn't. It was too painful. Too fresh. His father sighed, bringing him into a tight hug. "He wasn't just a friend, was he?" Stiles' eyes widened, clearly he couldn't lie to his father any longer. Even though he had wished to. He shook his head softly as more tears streamed from his tired eyes. "He was so much more than that Dad, so much more," he had a painful smile on his face. His grip tightened as he sobbed into the crook of his father's neck.

After the dust had settled, Issac laid on the field lifeless. Stiles rushed to his side but it was too late. The wounds couldn't heal fast enough, blood pouring from them faster than any of them could deal with. He held him in his arms, rocked him as he took his last breaths. Stiles screamed, sobbed, hit, but nothing brought him back. Nothing would bring him back. Because Issac was dead.

"I was in love with him dad,,,, I was in love with Issac Lahey," he spoke the words quietly as he continued to sob.

#stissac #PLEASE I WORKED SO HARD ON THIS #might make it a full fic #i literally love them so much #they are so underrated #mieczyslaw stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski #sterek is good but so is stissac #that is their ship name right??#one shot #oneshot #teen wolf #winston churchill quote #i was in love with him too its okay bestie #stisaac #stiles x isaac #isaac x stiles #isaac lahey

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nrnyx · 2 years

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Compromised by nrnyx - Sterek - 2,636 - Onshot - Secret Agent AU

“Abort! Abort mission! We’ve been compromised!” Jackson’s voice crackled through all of their earpieces.

#just a small oneshot #sterek #007 style #special agents #secret agents #spies #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #stiles x derek #sterek au #derek hale #stiles stilinski #eternal sterek #derek x stiles

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rosie-starlit-sky · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall Additional Tags: Sad Stiles Stilinski, Scott is maybe a bad friend, Drugged Stiles Stilinski, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Stiles Stilinski is Pushed Out of the Pack, Deputy Derek Hale, based loosely on Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan, Lonely Stiles Stilinski, Drinking to Cope, Arrested Stiles Stilinski, Implied/Referenced Suicide Summary:

Stiles visits home for the first time in two years. In a series of very unfortunate events, Stiles ends up getting arrested. He has one phone call and they hang up on him.

#sterek #sterek fics #stiles stilinski #derek hale #teen wolf #based on dial drunk #noah kahan inspired work #unbeta'd #oneshot

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halevetica · 1 year

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Cute together(Sterek)

Here is the ski lodge oneshot I said I’d try to get up. It’s more of a winter oneshot than a Christmas oneshot, although there mistletoe is mentioned. Hope you like it.

The view was stunning if Stiles was being honest, and he wasn't even referring to the gorgeous man next to him. He'd been hesitant to even bother enjoying himself on this trip but he was already here and yeah, the view was stunning.

The ski lift continued it's trek over the snowy landscape, taking Stiles higher and higher above the trees and slopes beneath. His feet dangled heavily below him.

With a sudden lurch, the ski lift halted, forcing his seat to swing back and forth. A low growl emanated from the man next to him.

Stiles noted the way the man's hands were gripping the seat like his life depended on it. He debated saying something witty to ease the man's tension but thought better of it when he saw the scowl on his face.

After a long painfully silent five minutes had passed, Stiles craned his neck to see if there were any people on the lift behind them. Their seat rocked gently with the movement.

"Can you not," the man next to him snapped.

Stiles' brows rose in an amused look. "You realize that these things are safe right?"

The man only glared.

"You know that the fatality rate per year, divided by passenger miles, results in 0.149 fatalities per one hundred million miles of passengers transported by ski lifts. You're more likely to die in an elevator, which has on average six fatalities per year." Stiles offered.

The glaring continued.

"I'm Stiles by the way."

The man was silent for a long moment before finally responding. "Derek."

"Derek. Nice to meet you. Are you here with friends or..." Stiles once again looked behind him, careful not to shift the chair. There was no one directly behind them, but it looked like there was a couple two chairs back. "They seem to be enjoying themselves."

Derek glanced over his shoulder to see the couple wrapped around each other in a heated kiss. "I'm here with friends. They were ahead of us."

"They didn't wait for you?" Stiles scoffed.

"I'm here as a favor for a friend," Derek growled, his eyes looking straight ahead.

"Ah, third wheeling?"

"Erica thinks that a romantic getaway will help Boyd make a move. Boyd is just too shy. I gave him an encouraging speech and sent them ahead of me alone. This is what I get."

"That's really sweet of you, dude," Stiles said sincerely.

Derek shot him a glare.

"I'm serious. You look miserable as fuck so you must really care about your friends to do that for them."

"I don't do heights."

"Ah. Well, hopefully we'll be off here soon. For now, we're perfectly safe unless a tornado comes through."

"It's too cold for a tornado," Derek huffed.

"Then we're safe." Stiles grinned widely.

"Where are your friends or whatever?" Derek decided he wanted to talk about anything but their situation.

Stiles bit down on his lower lip. "I'm alone actually."

Derek's brows raised. "Who goes to a ski lodge alone?"

"Well I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend. Made reservations and got here a day before him because he had to work, but then he never showed. When I called, he said to have fun and we'd talk when I got home."

Derek frowned. "That's awful."

"The writing was on the wall, I just chose not to read it. Honestly it's kind of nice. He'd be bitching about the cold and the inconvenience instead of enjoying the view." Stiles gestured to the snow covered trees.

At that moment Derek's phone rang, startling him.

"Erica," Derek snapped into the phone.

Stiles could hear the voice on the other end clearly.

"Derek, are you on the lift?"

"Yes, do you know why it's stopped?"

"Someone accidentally pulled the emergency lever. They legally can't start it back up until it's declared safe. Someone is on their way now."

Derek groaned.

Another voice spoke up. Boyd. "They said it may be about twenty more minutes or so."

"Great."

"Sorry, Derek." Boyd's tone was apologetic.

"It's fine."

"Is anyone with you?"

Derek glanced at Stiles who gave a small smile. "Yeah. Look, I know you guys wanted to grab dinner after this, why don't you go ahead. I'll meet up with you later."

"Are you sure?" Erica asked.

"Yeah, it may be a while and honestly I think I'm done after this."

"Okay, keep us posted."

Derek hung up and let out a sigh. "Someone pulled the emergency lever. They have someone on their way to fix it."

"Well, looks like we have some time to kill. Why don't you tell me about Boyd and Erica?" Stiles suggested, fighting the urge to swing his feet. He didn't want to stress Derek anymore by rocking the chair.

Derek closed his eyes and let out another sigh.

"It'll take your mind off of the fact that we're stuck here."

Derek opened his eyes and conceded. "What do you want to know?"

"How long have they been dancing around each other?" Stiles asked.

"About three years."

"Oof. How have you not done something sooner?"

"It wasn't my place. I figured they'd get around to it." Derek shrugged.

Stiles looked thoughtful. "You think this trip will do the trick?"

"I wasn't sure, but they'll have some time alone with me stuck up here so, maybe."

"You could have brought someone to make it feel like a double date, I'm guessing you're single since you didn't."

Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles.

"I'm not trying to pry." He held his hands up.

"I am single, yes."

Stiles opened his mouth to ask another question when Derek beat him to it.

"How long were you and your boyfriend together?"

Stiles shifted, causing the chair to ever so slightly sway.

Derek's hand gripped the seat tighter.

"Two years."

"You don't seem terribly broken up about it," Derek pointed out.

"Like I said, writing on the wall."

"Still, two years is a long time."

Stiles fought the urge to shift again. He hated being still for this long, unable to fidget. He took off his gloves and tucked them into his jacket pocket, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah."

A silence fell over the pair and Derek was relieved his prying had worked. Though now he felt bad as he saw the way Stiles stared down at his hands in his lap, fidgeting.

"Guys like that aren't worth it. Trust me, I know."

Stiles gave Derek a doubtful look.

"My last girlfriend was a control freak. I finally called it off when she started to demand I stop spending time with Erica." Derek didn't know why he was telling Stiles this. Maybe to make him feel better.

Stiles didn't respond so Derek continued.

"My last boyfriend broke up with me because I wouldn't go mountain climbing with him every weekend. He said I wasn't invested in him."

Stiles' brow rose at that. "You clearly hate heights."

Derek shrugged.

Stiles frowned, his eyes falling to his hands again.

"Like I said, not worth it."

"Yeah, well, a ski trip is more fun when you have someone to spend it with."

Derek didn't respond to that. He didn't know how.

A gust of wind whipped around them, causing the cold air to bite through their clothes and the seat to rock ever so slightly.

"A hot chocolate sounds good right now, huh?" Stiles asked, pulling Derek's attention from the shifting ground below them.

"Anything that doesn't involve being up here sounds good."

Another gust of wind swept over them.

Derek closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

"Hey." Stiles placed a hand on Derek's arm. "I promise you nothing is going to happen. It looks like a winter storm in the distance. These things rock so easily because if they didn't, they would snap. It's like a bridge."

Derek didn't respond.

"Just take in a deep breath."

Derek did as Stiles said.

"Good, now let it out slowly."

Derek blew out, his breath swirled in the cold air.

Another gust of wind hit them and Derek swore under his breath.

"Look at me," Stiles urged.

Derek looked at Stiles with a glare.

"Just focus on me, pretend we're in a car. Tell me about something. Anything."

Derek focused on the whiskey color of Stiles' eyes. "Like what?"

"What's something you're passionate about?"

"What?" Derek snapped.

"Something that's important to you."

"My job," Derek blurted as another jolt of wind swayed them.

"What do you do?"

"I'm an architect."

"Then you know how safe these things are."

"I know how many times people take short cuts. I know how many people get trapped in buildings. I know how many lives could have been spared if someone didn't cut corners."

"You lost someone because of that, didn't you?" Stiles asked, a frown tugging at his features.

"My parents. They died in a house fire. The structure wasn't built right so the building came down on them before the fire department even got there." Derek's tone was sharp.

"I'm really sorry."

"My job is to make sure that the structure is as sound as it can be. You can't always prevent a collapse, but you can make sure a building holds long enough for everyone to get to safety. The firemen said that if the building had held for even five more minutes, my parents would be alive."

The wind was more consistent as the storm grew closer.

A sudden jolt made Derek grabbed Stiles' arm harshly. The seat rocked vigorously before starting a trajectory forward.

Stiles held Derek's hand. "There we go. See, we'll be back on the ground before you know it. You want to ski down or just ride the lift back?"

"I don't think I'm up for skiing down," Derek answered, his face was green and pale at the same time.

"Okay, I'll ride it with you. We'll get a hot chocolate after, yeah?" Stiles offered.

Derek's grip on Stiles didn't loosen. The rocking of the chair grew worse as the wind continued to pick up. "Okay."

"We're almost there, I can see the end," Stiles said in a comforting tone. "Just breathe."

Derek took in a deep breath and gently let it out.

"Five more chairs and we're there."

Derek took in another breath as the wind cut through them again.

"You gonna be okay to stand when we get off? You don't look so good."

"I'm really dizzy," Derek admitted.

"Okay, I'll help you. I'm right here, we're one chair away, okay? You ready?"

Derek nodded, his grip on Stiles' hand didn't loosen still.

"Alright ready and off we go." Stiles helped Derek stand and shuffle to the side, out of the way of the chairs.

"Solid ground, you're good." Stiles held Derek, letting him find his balance.

"We're so sorry about that. If you see the front desk, you can give them this. Free drinks for the remainder of your stay." A middle aged man dressed in a coat with the lodge logo handed them two vouchers.

"Thanks." Stiles took them and helped Derek to a nearby bench.

Derek still held onto Stiles. He felt like he was still in the lift. The ground shifted below him despite him not moving.

"Let's get these off." Stiles bent to help take Derek's skis off.

"Thanks," Derek said quietly.

"No problem." Stiles pulled his own skis off and held out a hand to Derek. "Can I offer you a hot chocolate by the fire?"

Derek considered declining and turning in for the night, but Stiles had been so nice and helpful when he didn't have to be.

"I'm worried I'll throw it up but sure." Derek took Stiles' hand and let him lead him inside.

"What about something small on your stomach? Ginger snaps are great for nausea."

Derek nodded as he took a seat in one of the small sofa's near the giant fireplace that sat in the middle of the lodge.

Stiles headed to the bar and slid the vouchers across. "Two hot chocolates and a plate of ginger snaps, please."

He took in a deep breath as he waited for the order. Taking care of a stranger on a ski lift was not something he thought he'd be doing right now, but somehow he was having more fun than if Theo was there with him.

"Here you go." Stiles set the try down on the table in front of Derek and took a seat next to him.

"Thanks." Derek reached for a cookie, having shed his jacket and gloves.

"Should you call Erica and Boyd or..." Stiles shifted in his seat. Honestly he didn't want to leave Derek but he couldn't glue himself to Derek's side just because he was here alone.

"No. Let them have the night."

Stiles nodded.

"You know, I'm technically here alone too. If you don't have plans tomorrow, maybe we could go ice skating. Give Erica and Boyd more time alone together without me having to come up with some obvious excuse." Derek stared down at the hot chocolate in his hands. The warmth felt good.

"You want to use me to get Erica and Boyd together?" Stiles quirked a brow.

"Well I didn't mean—"

"I'm only kidding. I'm invested now." Stiles laughed.

"Besides I owe you for—" Derek jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

"You don't owe me anything, Derek."

Derek looked up, meeting Stiles' eyes. The fire light danced in the bright brown color.

"I'd still like to make it up to you. I'm...honestly embarrassed." Derek dropped his eyes again.

"Dude, don't be. I didn't mind helping, if I even did."

"You did." Derek looked up again.

Stiles smiled before putting his mug to his lips.

Derek watched as Stiles licked the whipped cream from his lips. "Your boyfriend is an idiot."

This caught Stiles by surprise.

"Ex-boyfriend. And you don't know me. I'm a handful." Stiles plucked a marshmallow from the top of his drink and popped it into his mouth.

"Is that what he said?"

Stiles scoffed. "I talk a lot. I fidget too much. I'm always on the go."

"Those are the reasons he ended it?" Derek frowned.

"Supposedly. If you want my opinion, I think he met someone."

Derek snorted, "Figures."

"If you don't mind, I'd really rather talk about anything else." Stiles shifted in his seat.

"Right. Sorry." Derek was never good at cheering people up.

The pair talked for the next two hours before a blond came bouncing over.

"Derek!"

"Erica." Derek smiled at the blond.

"You didn't call and I now see why. Hello." Her eyes fell to Stiles.

"Hi." Stiles smiled.

"Derek, who's your friend?" Erica nudged Derek's shoulder.

"This is Stiles. We were stuck on the lift together."

"You didn't say he was cute," She teased. "I'm Erica, this is Boyd."

"Nice to meet you." Stiles' cheeks flushed at the compliment.

"I would have called but—"

"No, no, you don't have to explain." Erica cut in, a wide grin on her bright red lips.

"I'm guessing you're done skiing for the remainder of the trip." Boyd frowned sympathetically at Derek.

Derek huffed a laugh. "Yeah, probably."

"Okay, well what do you want to do instead?" Erica snagged a cookie from the plate, taking a seat on the arm of the sofa next to Derek.

"I actually invited Derek to go ice skating tomorrow. If you guys want to come with." Stiles looked at the pair with innocent eyes.

"Oh I'm terrible at Ice skating," Erica pouted.

"I can help you. I worked at a rink for a while in high school," Boyd offered shyly.

"Oh that's right." Erica beamed.

Derek tossed Stiles a smirk.

"Great, then I'll see you down here at say, ten?" Stiles asked, his eyes on Derek.

"Sounds good." Derek couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips.

Stiles stood. "Nice meeting you two."

"You too!" Erica grinned.

"Goodnight, Derek." Stiles met Derek's eyes.

"Goodnight, Stiles."

Stiles was downstairs at nine-fourty-five. His fingers tapped on the top of the bar as he waited for his coffee. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He shouldn't be, it wasn't like it was a date. Derek was only going because he felt obligated to pay back Stiles for helping him.

"You're down here early," Derek's voice pulled Stiles attention.

"Yeah, just getting a—" at that moment his coffee was set in front of him. "—Coffee."

"Great minds think alike." Derek took a seat on the stool next to Stiles.

"Can I get you one?" Stiles asked with a wide grin.

Derek rolled his eyes as he watched Stiles push his free drink voucher across the bar.

"One more, please."

"Thank you." Derek shook his head.

"Where's Erica and Boyd?" Stiles looked to the large stairs that led to the floor of rooms.

"Getting ready. They'll be down shortly."

"I hope it was okay that I invited them. I know this isn't a date, but it could act as a sort of double date for the purposes of…you know…" Stiles waved a hand toward the stairs.

Derek smiled. "I think it's a great idea." He grabbed the coffee that was set down in front of him.

"So are you any good?" Stiles asked Derek.

"I'm actually a very good ice skater. Boyd used to let me in after hours when he worked at the rink."

"Great, well, I'll forewarn you, I'm terrible." Stiles gestured to himself. "Clumsy."

"But you can ski?"

"Oh no, I'm terrible at that too."

Derek let out a laugh. "Seems like a ski lodge wasn't the best place for you to vacation."

"It's still fun even if I am terrible."

"Well maybe I can give you some pointers."

"I will drag you down. Be warned."

Derek shrugged."You helped me on the lift, it's the least I can do."

"Nothing like a good obligatory date," Stiles teased.

"That's not what—"

"It's fine," Stiles cut in. "I'm only messing with you."

Derek looked like he wanted to say something else when Erica and Boyd reached them.

The walk to the ice skating rink wasn't far. The storm from the night before had moved on, leaving behind about three inches of fresh snow.

Stiles and Derek watched with a smirk as Boyd helped Erica lace her skates.

"They really are cute together," Stiles whispered.

Derek nodded in agreement.

A wide grin spread across Stiles' face. "How long have you two been together?"

Boyd and Erica looked at him like deer in headlights.

"Oh, uh…" Boyd cleared his throat.

"We're uh…" Erica glanced to Boyd.

"It's not…" Boyd looked to Derek for help. Derek only smiled.

"Oh, I see. Sorry, I just assumed. You're cute together either way." Stiles feigned innocents.

Erica beamed while Boyd gave her a fond smile.

"Alright, Derek, time for you to hold my hand," Stiles said, shuffling to the edge of the rink.

Derek stepped onto the ice like it was just regular ground. He spun to face Stiles, holding his hands out.

Stiles took them and gingerly stepped onto the ice.

Boyd and Erica followed suit, only Erica managed to steady herself whereas Stiles' feet instantly went out from under him.

"Whoa, easy." Derek released Stiles' hands, wrapping his arms around his waist to keep him from falling.

Stiles could smell the cologne Derek wore and the faint smell of coffee as he was held close to Derek's chest.

"I warned you," Stiles said as he got his feet back under him.

"I got you." Derek smiled.

"How are you so steady?" Stiles asked as he flailed his arm, trying not to lose his balance again.

"Spread your feet a bit more and bend your knees."

Stiles did as Derek said, carefully.

Derek carefully moved in front of Stiles, taking his hands again. "Now move one foot at at a time, leaning forward with your body."

Stiles tried and failed three times before he was able to move forward.

Carefully Derek skated backwards, leading Stiles, who was less skating and more shuffling like an old man with a walker.

"You're getting it," Derek encouraged.

"I'm definitely not but thanks." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Here, watch me." He led Stiles to the side railing before letting him go.

Stiles watched as Derek glided across the ice effortlessly.

"Ridiculous, right?" Erica huffed, shuffling along the railing towards him.

Stiles saw Boyd skating towards her with a wide grin. "I thought you were right behind me."

"Oh I was." She smiled. "Then I wasn't."

Boyd rolled his eyes. "Come on."

"Good luck," Stiles offered with a grin as Boyd pulled her back away from the safety of the railing.

Stiles' eyes turned back to where Derek was skating towards him.

"Show off," Stiles teased when Derek reached him.

"You try."

Stiles let out a sigh before pushing away from the railing and towards Derek who was slowly skating backwards away from him.

"Just follow me."

Stiles pushed forward and managed to make headway before losing his balance. His feet went out from under him, but before he could impact the hard ice. Derek's arms caught him once again.

"How did you get to me so fast?" Stiles asked as Derek set him back upright.

"If you're this bad at ice skating I'm almost willing to go back on the lift to see you ski."

"I'm a much better skier than I am a skater."

"Have you ever been skating?" Derek asked doubtfully.

"Once. Third grade. My crush at the time had a birthday party at 'Golden skate'. I bruised my tail bone within the first five minutes."

Derek snorted with a shake of his head.

Stiles shifted slightly which sent his left foot into Derek's ankle. The pair went down in a tangle of limbs.

Stiles and Derek burst into laughter as they fought to untangle themselves.

Stiles stared at Derek in awe. He was stunning with his nose slightly red from the cold, his mouth split into a wide grin.

After an hour of Derek coaxing Stiles along, he was able to skate unassisted. It wasn't graceful like Derek or Boyd but he was just happy to be staying on his feet.

"We had good teachers, huh?" Erica asked skating carefully up next to him. She gestured to where Derek and Boyd were skating effortlessly around the rink together.

"This is the longest I've stayed on my feet." Stiles laughed.

"You two want to take a break?" Boyd asked as he and Derek skated towards them.

"I could use some solid ground and a hot drink," Erica said. "How about you, Stiles?"

Stiles only nodded. He didn't want this to end. He really liked spending time with Derek.

"You two go sit and we'll get some drinks," Derek offered, gesturing to umbrella covered picnic tables.

"This has been fun. It's nice to see Derek having fun." Erica smiled.

"He's been a lot of fun to hang out with."

Erica snorted. "You're the first person to say that."

"Why?" Stiles frowned.

"Derek isn't the most social. He's great with us, but most people find him…rude or mean."

Stiles thought about the glaring and growling up on the lift. "He was a bit grumpy on the lift but I just assumed it was because we were stuck."

"Well he seems to like you," Erica said thoughtfully.

Stiles hoped the cold hid the blush he knew he was sporting.

"Here you go." Boyd handed Erica a hot chocolate while Derek handed one to Stiles.

Stiles noted the mistletoe that was strung up under the umbrella edge just above Boyd and an idea popped into his head.

"I think we should photograph this moment. Derek take their picture." Stiles grinned as he urged Erica to stand next to Boyd.

Derek frowned as he pulled out his phone. "Okay…"

Stiles leaned over his shoulder and pointed to the mistletoe that hung above the pair in the picture.

Derek smirked.

Stiles feigned surprise. "Uh oh."

"What?" Erica asked, her smile fading.

"Look up." Stiles pointed above the pair.

Boyd and Erica looked up to see the mistletoe hanging above them. They looked at each other. Erica smiled. Boyd leaned forward, giving Erica a chance to pull away. Instead she leaned in, catching Boyd's lips on hers.

Derek and Stiles smiled triumphantly.

Derek gave Stiles a fond smile. Stiles responded with a wink.

When Erica and Boyd pulled apart, Erica was beaming.

"Like I said, cute together," Stiles said.

After their hot chocolate break, the four of them skated for another hour before heading in for lunch.

After lunch, the group was standing in the large lobby where the fireplace was burning.

"Well, I had a lot of fun today." Stiles shifted.

"Oh come on, we're not done. We thought we'd try snow tubing. There's no lift. It's a conveyor belt," Erica said, turning to Derek.

"Oh, I don't want to intrude. It was nice enough that you let me go skating with you guys."

"What? No, come on." Erica tugged at his arm.

Stiles glanced to Derek.

"I could use the company," Derek said, gesturing to where Erica and Boyd were holding hands.

Stiles agreed. He was secretly thrilled to spend more time with Derek.

Snow tubing went better than ice skating. They spent almost three hours tubing. By the end all of their tail bones were sore. They had dinner and before they knew it, it was late into the evening.

"Stiles, you have to give all of us your number, because we're keeping in touch," Erica demanded.

Stiles smiled. "Okay." He handed over his phone, where Erica put in the numbers before sending a text to each of them.

"There, now there's no excuse. I demand to hear from you at least once a week."

Stiles nodded obediently. He was dreading his flight tomorrow. He'd really enjoyed spending time with not only Derek but Erica and Boyd as well.

Erica nudged Derek's arm sharply.

Derek rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. "I umm, I usually visit my sister around the first of the year, she lives in Buffalo. Maybe we can…meet up?"

Stiles practically beamed. "I'd like that."

"We should take a picture." Erica clapped her hands together. "By the fire."

She took one of Derek, Boyd and Stiles. She took one with all of them and then one with Stiles.

"Oh let's do one more." Erica grinned mischievously.

"Stiles and Derek. Stand here." She pushed them over to where a string of garland was wrapped around a small archway.

Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles and smiled.

Erica snapped the picture and her smile widened.

"Oops." She pointed above them. And in the middle of the archway was mistletoe, hanging between them.

Stiles' face flushed brightly.

"Erica he has a boyfriend." Derek glared at her.

"Ex-boyfriend. Technically," Stiles corrected.

Derek looked at Stiles with a raised brow.

"See? Oh come on. You two look cute together. It's one kiss." Erica huffed, her arms crossing over her chest.

Stiles' eyes dropped to Derek's mouth. He'd love to kiss Derek but he couldn't decide if Derek wanted to kiss him.

Derek leaned forward slightly. "You don't have to do this."

"Neither do you." Stiles swallowed.

Neither moved away, both caught in place.

"Mistletoe is just a stupid tradition," Derek said, leaning in more.

"I don't even celebrate Christmas," Stiles agreed, following Derek's movement.

There was maybe five inches between them.

Stiles isn't sure who broke first but before he knew what was happening, Derek's lips were against his where he tasted the faintest hint of chocolate.

It was a sweet kiss, simple and unmoving.

Erica clapped and let out a small whoop, causing them to pull apart.

She winked at Stiles. "Like I said, cute together."

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