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[hedwig221b]

Listening to Genie in a Bottle performed by Sofia Karlberg (it really sets the mood of the thoughts)

Genie stiles and Derek who comes across his bottle/lamp/home. Stiles who can grant him anything he wants, who could bring back his entire family for him. Derek who instantly falls for stiles when he makes his appearance to Derek. Derek who doesn’t use his wish right away. Instead he just ask stiles to spend time with him while he thinks about what he wants most. Derek who shows stiles things he’s never seen before, takes him places he’s never been allowed to explore because he’s been confined to his bottled when not granting wishes. Derek who ends up spending weeks with stiles before using his one wish to grant stiles his freedom.

FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD

oh my... oh hell... damn... this is everything actually

and Stiles who keeps thinking, keeps reminding himself that this is transactional and this will have to end and that he has to soak everything in - soak Derek in - before it would be gone forever... Stiles who falls in love with the world and falls even harder for Derek but thinks that Derek just wants entertainment and clueless Stiles is all that is to Derek...

then Derek wishes for Stiles' freedom

he knows, prepares himself that Stiles won't stay. why would he, when there is the whole world to explore, so many things to try? it hurts, it twists inside him like a serrated knife that Derek will never see Stiles' wide smile, his bright eyes full of wonder and hunger, never hear his never-ending speeches... but Stiles' freedom means more, there's not even a question in that

then Stiles says, uncharacteristically quiet, that he doesn't have anywhere to go

Derek tells him to stay, and that's when he sees it again - that smile. tentative, then wide

[daisybeats]

Stiles doesn’t remember the first time he thought it.

That feels important, somehow - like if he could pinpoint the exact moment the question took root, he could’ve dug it out before it wrapped around his ribs and made a home there.

But it’s everywhere now.

Why can’t it be me?

He thinks it in the quiet moments, when Derek’s back is turned and his shoulders are relaxed in a way they never used to be. He thinks it when Derek smiles at someone else - rare, soft, and devastating. He thinks it when the pack jokes about Derek finally “moving on,” finally “finding someone,” as if Derek is a thing that was broken and repaired, as if love is a reward you get for surviving enough trauma.

Stiles laughs along. Of course he does.

He’s good at that.

••••••

Derek has always felt like gravity.

Not in the obvious way - he’s not loud, or flashy, or demanding. He just…is. Solid. Inevitable. The kind of presence that rearranges a room without trying. Stiles felt it the first time they met, back when everything was blood and secrets and desperation, when Derek looked at him like he was an unexpected variable in an equation he thought he’d already solved.

Back then, Stiles told himself it was curiosity. Interest. Annoyance.

He tells himself a lot of things.

Years later, and Derek is calmer. Older. Softer in places that matter. He carries his grief differently now, like a scar instead of an open wound. And Stiles…Stiles is still here. Still orbiting. Still the one Derek calls when the world tilts too far off its axis.

Just not the one Derek comes home to.

The pack knows Derek’s seeing someone. Not seriously, they say. Casual. Easy. Someone kind. Someone normal.

Stiles hates that word more than he hates wolfsbane.

Normal means uncomplicated. Normal means not haunted by Nogitsune memories and insomnia and the lingering fear that one wrong step will send everything crashing down again.

Normal means not Stiles.

••••••

The question comes back strongest the night Derek shows up at his door, rain soaked and exhausted, smelling like wet asphalt and pine.

“I needed somewhere quiet,” Derek says, like that explains why he’s here instead of… wherever else he could be.

Stiles lets him in without comment. He always does.

They sit on the couch, knees brushing. The TV hums with something neither of them is watching. Derek’s hands are clasped together, knuckles white, jaw tight like he’s holding something back.

“You okay?” Stiles asks, softer than usual.

Derek exhales. “I don’t know.”

Something in his voice cracks - not breaking, exactly, but bending under the weight of honesty.

And God, Stiles wants to reach out. Wants to press his thumb into Derek’s pulse and feel the proof of him, steady and alive. Wants to be the one Derek leans into when he’s tired instead of the one he leans past.

The question burns behind his teeth.

Why can’t it be me?

Instead, he says, “You don’t have to know. You can just… exist here for a bit.”

Derek looks at him then. Really looks. Like he’s seeing something he’s been carefully avoiding.

“Stiles,” he says, and there’s something heavy in the way he says it. Something almost regretful.

That’s when Stiles knows.

Not for sure…but enough.

He doesn’t sleep that night.

He lies awake, staring at the ceiling, cataloging every reason this was always going to end like this. Derek needs peace. Stability. Someone without sharp edges. Someone who doesn’t carry darkness in their chest like a second heart.

Stiles loves like a wildfire - bright, consuming, a little dangerous.

Why would Derek ever choose that?

By morning, he’s made a decision.

He’s tired of orbiting. Tired of hoping in silence. Tired of swallowing the question until it tastes like regret.

If he’s going to lose Derek, really lose him, then at least it won’t be because he was too afraid to ask.

••••••

Derek finds him in the kitchen, nursing cold coffee and a headache.

“We need to talk,” Stiles says immediately.

Derek stiffens. “Okay.”

Stiles swallows. His hands are shaking, but he keeps them wrapped around the mug like an anchor.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he says. “Being…this. The person you come to when everything’s heavy, but not the one you choose when things are good.”

Derek’s brow furrows. “Stiles-”

“Just listen,” Stiles says, voice wavering. “I know you’re seeing someone. I know you deserve happiness. I just-” He laughs weakly. “I keep asking myself this really stupid question, and it won’t go away.”

Derek doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t look away.

So Stiles says it.

“Why can’t it be me?”

The silence that follows is terrifying.

Then Derek steps closer.

Slow. Careful. Like he’s approaching something fragile.

“Because,” Derek says quietly, “I thought wanting you would be selfish.”

Stiles blinks. “What?”

“I thought,” Derek continues, voice rough, “that you deserved someone who could give you light. Someone without my past. My baggage. I thought if I kept you close but not too close, I could protect you from all of it.”

Stiles stares at him, heart pounding. “Derek, you don’t get to decide what I can handle.”

A huff of breath escapes Derek - half laugh, half something broken. “I know. I just… I was scared.”

“So was I,” Stiles says. “I am. But I’d rather be scared with you than keep wondering what might’ve been.”

Derek looks at him like he’s standing on the edge of something vast and terrifying and beautiful.

Then he reaches out.

Not to grab. Not to pull.

Just to touch. two fingers brushing Stiles’ wrist.

“Can it be you?” Derek asks.

Stiles smiles, shaky and real. “Yeah,” he says. “It can.”

Derek kisses him like an answer.

Not desperate. Not rushed.

Certain.

••••••

Later, curled together on the couch, Derek’s arm warm and solid around him, Stiles thinks about the question that haunted him for so long.

Why can’t it be me?

And finally he has the answer.

It can be.

And it is.

[twsterekbigbang]

open my heart and let it bleed onto yours + PODFIC  

Author: jesuisgrace, @eusuntgratie   | Artists: art by mockspeed , @mock-arts ; podfic by  Niyuu, @niyuu​ |

Rating: Explicit | Word count: 30k

Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek, Pack Feels, off-screen violence, POV Derek Hale, Memory gaps, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Not Canon Compliant, Post Season 2, Codependency, sex as a coping mechanism, Scenting, Marking, Come Marking, Possessive Derek, Protective Derek, Pack Mom Melissa McCall

!! Aftermath of kidnapping and torture, Panic Attacks, Nightmares, Sex in Beta Form(s)

Derek knows he needs to sleep. Weeks of barely enough food, never enough water, not letting himself sleep has left his body weak and slow to heal. Knowing isn’t the problem. How the hell could he sleep? He can’t relax, he can hardly sit down. Everything smells wrong and nothing he does quiets the buzzing need he feels to go to Stiles.

or

Stiles and Derek get kidnapped. Derek manages to get them out, but he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to manage to stay away from Stiles after weeks of taking care of him, of sleeping curled together. “Mine” growls the wolf, “protect him, keep him close, keep him safe”. There’s hardly room for anything else in his mind.

Created as part of the Sterek Big Bang 2021 @twsterekbigbang

[sladucer]

Somewhere I belong

*I'm back*

[homemadesterekpie]

Omega Stiles dating an Alpha CEO of some construction company and one day he visits him on site where he’s overseeing the newest company project.

Stiles gets driven there by a dedicated driver, wearing a pink crop top with black denim shorts, his long legs on display with a pair of matching pink sneakers on his feet.

He’s sucking on a bright green lollipop, his tongue dyed with it.

He gets out of the sleek black car and practically scampers onto the site looking like Alpha bait, smelling like sin itself.

Immediately, every single worker has turned their heads his way to track him with their eyes as he makes his way to the site office.

His Alpha boyfriend is outside of it, talking to other higher ups on site. Stiles scampers right up to him and takes the lollipop out of his mouth to plant a kiss to his Alpha’s cheek. The Alpha smiles, looking pleased and dismisses the others around him to turn and take his Omega loosely into his arms. He paws at his ass, his hips and thighs.

The Omega’s happy laughter can be heard by everyone and not one single worker on site isn’t seething with jealousy at the sight the Omega makes with his Alpha.

But then looks can be deceiving because not even 20 minutes later its obvious the Alpha is displeased with his Omega and the workers can hear shouting from inside the site office. Only the Alpha’s shouting voice can be heard, the Omega’s voice isn’t heard even once.

Thing is, some of the workers on site are werewolves and they can hear exactly what is going on and what is being said in the office.

The Omega is being berated harshly. Called names that no respecting Alpha should ever use to describe their Omega.

Most of the Alpha workers on site are itching to jump in and come to the Omega’s defence which usually comes naturally but its their job on the line.

Only one Alpha actually does something about it, none of his coworkers tries to stop him.

Derek Hale has heard enough. There should be some law that made it illegal to call your Omega a whore and a bitch in the same sentence multiple times in a row.

He stomps his way to the site office and on his way he comes up with some problem that requires their boss’ attention.

He marches right into the office and interrupts what is obviously a one sided argument. Derek’s eyes naturally land on the Omega first and he’s standing a few paces away from his Alpha, hugging himself and looking like a kicked puppy.

There are tears in his eyes and when he notices Derek come in, he startles and turns away in obvious mortification. Like being seen like this, being seen getting into trouble with his Alpha, is shameful and indecent.

His boss barks at him asking what the fuck does he want. Derek recounts the story he came up with and exactly like he knew it would, his boss immediately storms out of the office to go see to it.

The Omega turns back a just enough to send Derek little glances as if to check if he’s still there. He smells unhappy and fearful. Two things that Omegas should never ever feel. It’s unnatural and abhorrent. Omegas are meant to be kept as happy as possible. It was their right and what they deserved.

Derek approaches the Omega slowly, making himself as unthreatening as possible which can be difficult considering his size and sharp features but he tries anyway.

But the Omega evades him subtly but firmly, moving away from him whenever he gets too close and keeping his back to him the entire time.

Derek decides to change tactics.

“Where’s your lollipop, sweetheart?” He asks the Omega, gently.

The Omega perks up and turns his head to look at him fully. He looks Derek up and down, appraising him and Derek lets him, giving him a soft genuine smile.

The Omega seems to deem him worthy enough to speak to because he turns his body fully to face him, still hugging himself and still smelling of unhappiness but he returns Derek’s smile sweetly.

But it falls again when he tells Derek: “he threw it out.”

There’s a pout to his lips as he tells Derek this and it makes him look so cute, fondness warms Derek’s chest at the sight.

“That’s very rude of him.” Derek says because it’s true. Then he adds: “he was being very rude to you wasn’t he?”

The Omega hugs himself tighter and whispers “yes” sounding confused and unhappy.

“I thought he would be happy, he told me to come but he got angry with me.” The Omega explains and it’s obvious he doesn’t understand why his Alpha got so angry when he did exactly as he was told.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart. He shouldn’t have yelled at you like that or said those things to you.” Derek says slowly so that the Omega can be sure he’s being serious.

The Omega’s chin wobbles a little and tears fill his eyes again and he hides his face into his hands.

“I don’t like it when he yells at me.” The Omega admits miserably from behind his hands.

His words implies that his Alpha yells at him quite often. Derek is suddenly so angry his control almost slips, his instincts going into overdrive and telling him to do something about it, to do that One Thing he could do and to do it right now but the instinct to comfort the Omega is way more pressing and way more important right this second.

He steps closer to the Omega and reaches out to touch him but before doing so he asks: “can i touch you, sweetheart?”

The Omega goes very still and Derek’s heart sinks because yeah he pushed his luck with that one but then the Omega nods his head behind his hands.

Derek gently pulls the Omega to his chest and starts rubbing a hand up and down his back comfortingly and settles his other hand on the back of his head, in his soft hair.

The Omega immediately responds to his touch, practically melting into him and finally lowering his hands to instead fold them under his chin, getting comfortable in Derek’s embrace, rubbing his face a little on Derek’s t-shirt, obviously taking comfort in the gesture which makes Derek feel so fucking worthy.

The Omega’s scent turns sweet and contented but most all, safe.

After a long moment of quiet bliss, the Omega shifts to look up at Derek’s face.

“Alpha?” he asks. Derek’s chest goes tight with emotion at his sweet tentative voice and adorable face.

“What is it, sweetheart.” Derek immediately prompts.

Right this second the Omega could ask anything of him and Derek would do it, in a heartbeat.

But the Omega simply gives him a bright smile and says: “thank you.”

Derek’s tight chest warms with fondness and without thinking too deeply about it, he craddles the Omega’s face in his hands and gives him a soft kiss to his forehead making the Omega sigh contentedly.

The pure soft moment is broken when Derek hears his boss quickly make his way back to the office.

He reluctantly lets go of the Omega, who frowns a little, obviously not liking this development. Derek forces himself to take a step away from him, hands at his side.

The Omega frowns harder and pouts but then his Alpha comes back in, obviously angry and the Omega’s face goes white as a sheet and he drops his eyes to the ground.

His boss who is already angry at Derek for obviously lying to him looks at his Omega then back to Derek who tries and fails to keep his face blank.

His boss’ anger is taunting Derek’s already raging instincts. Everything in him telling him to challenge his boss for the Omega and to do it now, right the fuck now.

His boss starts posturing and gets into Derek’s face clearly reading his intentions.

The office reeks of Alpha rage and the Omega lets out a small distressed whine before approaching them and settling a delicate hand on his Alpha’s arm, a soft apology on his tongue but instead of calming his Alpha like it should, he’s backhanded so hard he stumbles to the ground.

All hell breaks loose, Derek beta shifts and attacks his boss, grabbing him and pushing him back until he’s slammed into the wall.

The Omega scrambles out of the way and huddles into one corner cradling his cheek and his eyes seem far away, tears falling silently as he tries to make himself as small as possible, curling into a fetal position, face to the wall.

Derek punches his boss again and again in the face, snarling as his boss fights back, landing a few punches of his own, baring his teeth at Derek but he’s human, he may be an Alpha but Derek is an Alpha werewolf. He stands no chance.

Derek throws him to the ground, grabs him by the throat and roars into his face, fangs a few inches from his face, eyes glowing blood red, spit flying.

Some of Derek’s coworkers come into the office then and they immediately jump in to try to pull Derek off of their boss before he kills him.

Another worker frantically calls the police after looking into the corner and seeing the Omega in severe distress.

It takes six of Derek’s Alpha coworkers to pull him off their boss then dragging him outside of the office where Derek can be heard snarling loudly, struggling to be freed.

Some Alpha workers form a protective semi circle a safe distance away from the Omega. Not able to do anything else because the Omega is too upset and won’t accept their help while like this.

Quickly the police arrives along with EMTs. The police come into the office and makes the Alphas around the Omega leave instead ushering in the EMTs. Two get to work on the barely conscious Alpha bleeding out on the ground while two others slowly walk to the Omega, one of them crouching down in front of him while the other stands close in an a protective stance.

The one crouched is also an Omega. He speaks to him in soft tones and starts rubbing his back soothingly. Expertly, he calms the younger Omega down until he isn’t crying anymore, his eyes much clearer and can speak again. That’s when the other EMT standing close by, who’s an Alpha, comes closer and both EMTs examines Stiles over; taking his vitals, checking over his cheek that’s already forming a dark bruise. They settle a warm blanket around him and help him to his feet and guide him out of the office where police waits for him so they can take his statement.

Now that the Omega isn’t in distress anymore, Derek is a lot calmer, still tense but he’s back in his human features and he’s ready to give the police his statement. The sight of the Omega coming out of the office in the big blanket, his face tear tracked with a dark bruise forming almost sends him to his knees.

He needs to go to him, he needs to be there for him and to take care of him. The two police officers with him follows his gaze then give Derek a knowing look. They reassure Derek that the Omega will be okay and that the faster they get this done the faster Derek can go to him.

They’re right so Derek hurries to tell them what happened while his coworkers do the same and corroborate everything.

As he speaks, Derek half listens to the Omega’s heartbeat and to his low voice as he also explains what happened. He doesn’t really admit to being abused but he does admit the Alpha had hit him and yelled at him before the fight started. Derek is so proud of him.

Once he’s done, the officers escort him closer to the Omega who’s sat on a slab of concrete looking a bit lost and vulnerable. He’s listening intently the Omega officer crouched in front of him who’s speaking to him in hushed tones. Derek listens in, he can’t help it.

“You understand what it means, Stiles? The challenge was won, Theo isn’t your Alpha anymore and he won’t hurt you anymore.” She explains.

Stiles? Was that the Omega’s name? It was such a cute little name and fit the Omega so well. Derek longed to go right up to him but he was to wait again as the two Omegas finished their conversation.

Derek watches Stiles nod to what the lady said and she gives him a warm smile that he returns just a little bit and Derek’s heart clenches in his chest. He was so adorable.

“Would you like to see him now? Your new Alpha?”She asks Stiles, seriously.

Derek knows if Stiles were to say no he doesn’t, she wouldn’t force it, they would all give Stiles all the time he needs to get to terms with the new circumstances.

But Stiles blushes slightly, pulls the blanket up to his mouth before nodding and saying “Yes, please.”

They meet halfway. The lady officer putting an arm around Stiles and walking with him as Derek is escorted by the officers until they’re standing face to face again.

Derek can’t stop looking at him. His Omega. His long lashes, his big amber eyes, his adorable beauty marks. He was just so beautiful and he smelled even better.

Stiles looks at him just as avidly, his eyes searching Derek’s face for a moment before roaming his eyes over the Alpha’s neck, shoulders, bloody shirt then back to his face. His scent going warm with attraction and Derek almost preens.

“Alpha?” Stiles asks and Derek takes a step closer, nodding almost frantically in acknowledgement that he’s listening.

“What’s your name?” Stiles timidly asks and Derek could hit himself. Where were his manners?

He chuckles a little and introduces himself. Title and everything. Alpha Derek Hale of the Hale werewolf Pack, son of Talia Hale, head Alpha of the Hale werewolf Pack.

Stiles just blinks his big eyes at him a few times as if stunned.

“Well… I’m just Stiles. Stiles Stilinski.” Stiles says and he sounds a bit intimidated and he definitely smells unsure.

Derek doesn’t like that one bit so he gives Stiles one of his very rare most beautiful smiles and says “Hello sweetheart, it’s an honour to officially meet you. Your name is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

That seems to please his Omega because he blushes so hard it almost fades out the forming bruise on his cheek and he pulls up his blanket again to hide his smile and the blush.

The lady Omega who had been watching their interactions with growing ease, was now pleased with their progress and gestured to the two other officers to move away and let them have a moment alone.

Derek wants to touch him so badly, to take him in his arms, like he did before all hell broke loose but he doesn’t want to go too fast and spook his Omega.

It’s Stiles who closes the distance between them, walking right up to Derek to bury his face into his chest, nuzzling insistently then turning his face to pillow his cheek comfortably and closing his eyes, letting out a short sigh.

Derek is the who’s stunned for a moment before shaking himself and hugging his Omega tightly. He was so small and fragile but after what transpired today it was also undeniable just how strong and resilient his little Omega truly was.

The day wasn’t over and they had so much to do and so much to talk about but all of it could wait because right now all that mattered was the adorable Omega in his arms who required his touch and comfort.

[histerek]

Stiles: [sobbing bc he can’t save the puppy* who is going to FREEZE in the cold]

Claudia and John, who know this is absolutely NOT a dog: [trying to wrestle the pup out of Stiles’ deceptively strong three-year-old grip]

*Derek, not a puppy but a wolf cub who is admittedly tiny for his age: [head empty no thoughts, enjoying the scent and warmth of Stiles’ scarf]

Talia, watching this all go down behind a tree: [plotting how to save her son for the FIFTH TIME THIS SKI SEASON who she’s beginning to suspect doesn’t want to be saved]

[alastairwright]

Looking for a fic or screaming into the void 😆:

This fic had blue art that went with it and it was Stiles and Derek holding each other in a hospital bed. I think they had been kidnapped together and they become reliant on each other and don’t wanna let the other out of their sight. Does anyone remember a fic like this?? I’ve been searching for ages 😔

[anonazure]

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[casually-eat-my-soul]

Sterek Mafia au — Derek is handcuffed and being dragged away and into the cop car. Stiles is screaming at the cops, when Derek fights out of their hold to lean down and make out with Stiles in front of the police, in front of everyone watching the scene. Dragging his fanss over stiles lips as he’s pulled away, and licking the drop of blood.

He gets pulled off of stiles and gives him the most cockiest smirk calling him baby and telling him not to worry and that he’ll be home soon. Both Derek and Stiles know the cops got nothing on him, and even if there did Peter and Lydia (their lawyers) would get those charges dropped. Derek tells him to go back inside and get ready for him 👀.

Maybe Stiles dad is arresting him, or maybe he is a retired cop that was thought to be dirty and helped his son run the mafia empire.

Jordan definitely is one of the cops arresting Derek, and is in love with stiles. He is delusional and thinks he can “save” Stiles from Derek. (Kinda like @hedwig221b fics, Eros Mania Amor and crimson) (if you haven’t read those, definitely check them out)

Idk just something about Derek kissing stiles while his hand are handcuffed behind his back. And being all smug about it.

[hedwig221b]

your fangs against my skin (the sound of your bones)

sterek | E | 21k | ao3

Tags: Historical, Bone Witch!Stiles, Alpha Derek, Full Shift Werewolves, Possessive Behavior, Jealous Stiles, Lydia & Stiles are besties, Oblivious Stiles, Protective Derek, Animal Death, but nothing graphic, Mutual Pining, Courting Rituals

Summary:

This was it, then, huh? It was that easy for Derek to invite someone to his den. Someone other than Stiles.

He healed the wolf. Stiles killed his tormentor, mended his blood and bones, and let him sleep beside him. But none of it was enough.

He wasn’t a spark, after all, but a witch — evil and alone, locked up in his tower.

Witches didn’t get happy endings.

for @casually-eat-my-soul & @sugarplumprincess2003

[alastairwright]

So this won’t leave my head, but hear me out…a Thumbelina inspired Teen Wolf AU. I mean come on, Stiles as Thumbelina, kinda an outcast who feels all alone. Clearly John wanted a child and wished for one from a kinda witch named Claudia and ta-da!!! Derek is clearly Cornelius, he would make a great fairy prince (or a werewolf fairy prince though I think that leans more towards a crack-fic)

Imagine, Stiles is raised alone in the woods with John, separated from people for some reason or another. It’s fine until he gets older and wants more to life than something so solitary. And so by chance he meets Derek in the forest and sparks fly (as they tend to do with these two) But before the relationship has a chance to blossom Stiles is kidnapped and so begins the adventure for the two of them to find each other once more.

[nrnyx-deactivated20260126]

PROMPT: How about Derek and Stiles meeting at a dog adoption event and falling in love over the same dog.

Thank you @steelcodewolf-blog for the prompt!

Stiles ran up to the counter and slammed his application down. “For Sparky!” he gasped out of breath as he’d just sprinted the entire mile to the adoption agency after his jeep broke down. It was finally the day. Stiles was free of his lease agreement and moving into a pet-friendly apartment. He could have a dog - his dog because he’d been visiting Sparky for months now after seeing his cute picture online. 

The animal shelter staff held Sparky as long as they could for him, but he’d been warned that today was their big adoption fair, and Sparky would be part of the group being pushed hardest for adoption. Sparky had already been with them for nearly a year before Stiles showed up, and before that, poor Sparky had been shipped from another shelter in New York. The shelter couldn’t hold him if someone wanted to adopt him. 

Stiles hadn’t been too worried. One of the reasons Sparky was still around was because he was a rather large and somewhat alarming German Shepard mix that might have actually been a wolf-dog, but the shelter didn’t have the funds to test his genetics, to be sure. Sparky had never been aggressive or tried to attack anyone. He was a chill dog that loved belly rubs, so he remained up for adoption. 

The staff even said that Stiles was the only person Sparky had ever shown an interest in. Sparky didn’t really like toys, wasn’t interested in other dogs or attention of any kind really, but he liked Stiles. The staff said he already knew the sound of Stiles's jeep and only ever bothered barking to alert them that Stiles was coming. Stiles adored the old grump right back and had visited him at least once every few days with the hopes that no one else would take notice of just how awesome Sparky was. 

Being a newly graduated college student and an intern with the FBI didn’t exactly bring in the big bucks yet, so Stiles had to wait for his lease to be up in order to find a new place to live that allowed pets. He’d managed to scrape up enough extra money for the rather hefty pet deposit and had Sparky a new bed, food, and dog tags waiting for him in the jeep, which they would have to walk back to, but he was sure Sparky would like the chance to stretch his legs.

It was going to be awesome.

Marsha’s face fell as soon as she realized it was him, and Stiles felt his heart falling right along with her look of pity. “Stiles…” she started, but Stiles didn’t give her time to finish.

“Where’s Sparky? Please tell me you didn’t give him to some stranger off the street! I’ve been coming in for months!” Stiles protested in disbelief. How could they betray him? He thought they were all rooting for him and Sparky. He’d told them he would be in by the end of the day. They promised that even if someone tried to adopt, they wouldn’t let Sparky leave the same day. They’d make an excuse to hold him as long as they could for Stiles.

“I’m so sorry, Stiles. I know how excited you’ve been. This must be so heartbreaking for you, but his dad showed up,” the woman explained with actual tears in her eyes. 

Stiles couldn’t find his voice. That had been the last thing he’d expected to hear. “His dad?” he finally managed to get out. “His dad?”

“Yes, he had proof -” 

“He lost him! He lost him for over a year, and you’re just going to let him walk in and take him! Just like that? Clearly, the guy wasn’t a responsible dog parent to begin with. I mean, what kind of evidence did this guy have?”

“Uh Stiles…” Martha tried to interrupt, but Stiles was on a roll. There was no way Sparky was going anywhere with anyone but him. 

“Because photos can be photoshopped, and videos can be falsified. I know! I work for the FBI. Who is this guy? I want to see some I.D. and this so-called evidence. No one is leaving here with Sparky until I hear this assholes side of the story because there’s no way Sparky - ”  

“Jacks,” a male voice spoke up from beside him, and Stiles was momentarily left speechless as he turned and caught sight of, frankly, the most attractive guy he’d ever seen in his entire life, and he’d gone to school with Jackson Whittmore. 

“Holy shit, adopt me,” Stiles mumbled before his brain-to-mouth filter could catch up.

The guy's eyebrows did something impressive. “What?” 

“What?” Stiles asked back equally as dumbfounded. Honestly, he was just as surprised as anyone at what came out of his mouth sometimes. 

“Stiles, uhh… meet Sparky’s…  I’m sorry. I mean Jacks’s dad, Derek Hale,” Martha introduced as Stiles's big brain tried to get back online. “Apparently, Jacks was stolen about a year ago. His dad’s been looking for him ever since. He tracked him down here all the way from New York. Crazy, right?” Martha laughed nervously as she looked between the two.

Stiles eyed Derek Hale for a long moment and already felt himself accepting this new disappointing reality. The guy looked like Sparky’s dad. They both had a certain wolfishness about them that was undeniable. Honestly, Derek Hale had to be the most dedicated dog dad in the world to have tracked his lost dog all the way across the continent. 

Stiles felt himself deflating. “I’m glad you guys are reunited. I’m sure Sparky - I mean Jacks is pumped to see you again.”

Derek fished his phone from his pocket and turned it so Stiles could see the screen saver, which was truthfully the most adorable picture of the two together and obviously happy. “After he was taken, it took me a while to track him down. I found out that a shelter in New York shipped him to the West Coast, thinking he’d have a better chance of being adopted, but they couldn’t tell me where he ended up. I started checking shelters in Washington and was working my way down the coast when I saw an ad for today’s event. Jacks picture was part of it.”

“I’m glad you found him,” Stiles offered again, unable to look at the guy as he said it even though he did mean it. He couldn’t even get that kind of dedication out of a boyfriend. This guy was like a superhero or something. “Cool, well I gotta go…” 

Derek opened his mouth to say something, but Jimmy from the back was calling for him. Stiles knew Jimmy was the one who typically got the adopted dogs ready and brought them out to greet their new owners. He needed to get out of there. Stiles didn’t think he could say goodbye to Sparky- well, Jacks, which was a much more suitable and dignified name, he supposed. 

Derek, with his man stubble and leather jacket, looked like a guy who would own a dog named Jacks. 

More proof that they fit together.

While Derek was distracted, Stiles slipped away, shoulders slumped as he started the long walk back to his jeep. About halfway there, a familiar bark froze him in his tracks. Stiles turned just in time to see a black pickup slowing down to a stop beside him. The passenger window was down, and Jacks's big head was sticking out of it. 

“Do you live around here?” Derek called from the driver's side as he leaned out of the way of Jack’s aggressively thumping tail. 

Jacks whined, and Stiles immediately reached out to soothe him, running a hand over his massive ears and scratching how he knew Jacks liked. This earned him a great big lick across his face in return. Stiles laughed, swatting playfully, but Jacks only pushed closer, beginning to lick Stiles in earnest.

“That’s amazing. The shelter told me about you visiting him. I didn’t believe them at first. Jacks has never taken to… well, anyone else really,” Derek spoke up again, amusement clear in his voice as Stiles tried to fend off all the affection being lavished on him. Jacks had never been quite this excited to see him either, but it was a very welcome shift after the heartbreak he’d been feeling a moment ago. 

At least Stiles knew Jacks would miss him too. “Yeah, me and him… we kind of bonded while he was waiting on you.” Stiles shrugged in reply taking a small step back and almost giving in again when Jacks whined in protest.

Derek glanced at Jacks, before reaching out and patting him on the back in a reassuring way. “They said he was pretty depressed before you came around. Wasn’t eating much or leaving his kennel,” Derek explained. Stiles hadn’t known that part, but he was glad he helped Jacks until Derek found him. It was at least some comfort he could take home with him.

“I should uh… get back to my jeep,” Stiles said, pointing his thumb in the direction he was walking. 

As much as he liked seeing Jacks he really wanted to get home and have a good cry in private. Not only was he losing Jacks, but Jacks owner happened to be an insanely hot guy right out of Stiles's fantasies and entirely out of his league. It just reminded Stiles of exactly how lonely he was these days. Loneliness and his last breakup had been the whole reason Stiles was on the shelter’s page looking at adoptable dogs in the first place. 

“It’s parked a little down the road. I need to call a tow,” Stiles felt the need to explain, hoping his ears weren’t as red as they probably were. It was a bit embarrassing, but the jeep had been his mom’s, and he only had a few more years as a lowly FBI intern before he could afford to get it fixed properly. Maybe he could get his pet deposit back. That would help pay for the tow truck he was going to need to call. 

 Derek leaned over to unlatch the door. “Hop in. I’ll drive you down there and take a look. I’m a mechanic.”

Stiles couldn’t help how his mouth fell open. Could this guy be any more perfect? The only thing that would be better was if he were - 

“And maybe you’ll let me and Jacks take you to dinner… you know, as a thank you for looking out for him.” Derek sent him a wolfish smile that had probably seduced the panties off of hundreds of college co-eds back in his day. Stiles wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he could now be bunched into that category. 

“Uhh yeah okay…” Because what else was he going to say Jacks moved over a bit to give him room, and as soon as Stiles settled, he had a lap full of wolfdog. 

Derek threw his head back and laughed. “Doesn’t look like he’s going to be letting you leave so easily.”

Stiles cleared away the lump in his throat and buried his face in Jacks soft fur. “I don’t mind.”

[pineapplebread]

Happy Pride! (Inspired by JC Leyendecker’s “Football Hero”)

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Baker and Chef Derek: Suck it, Fluffy

As per continuation of our Fanfiction War and Soledadgeek’s list of fics earlier this evening, ScruffySterek and Angsty present: Derek baking and cooking in every possible form. Because yes. 

AKA THE LIST WHERE FLUFFY ADMITS DEFEAT, AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT?!?!

10,000 points for Team Angsty, y’all. 

Baker!Derek:

Please Be My Valentine? by literaryoblivion

(1,177 I General I Complete)

Every day at 2:15, Stiles comes into Derek’s bakery, buys a blueberry muffin and then whatever is the special for the day, and stays and flirts with him while he boxes up his items and rings him up.

And every day when the bell chimes signaling Stiles’s exit, Derek regrets not asking him out.

Are You a Raisin? by jonnyhustle

(1,233 I Teen I Complete)

‘“You don’t understand,” Derek growls, frustrated with how he’s unable to put his thoughts into words, “I just want to feed him–”

“Your dick?” Erica suggests, choosing to ignore that (1) Derek has no sense of humour, and (2) Derek is her boss, “I already know.”’

Hale’s House of Baked Goods by Gregariousowl

(1,509 I General I Complete)

In which Derek works at the family bakery, Stiles is persistent, and Laura and Cora like to meddle in their brother’s love life.

Apology Pie by ericaismeg

(1,750 I General I Complete I Neighbors AU)

analphadies submitted: “my neighbor’s sister got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment AU”

*** Laura barges into Stiles’ apartment.

French Silk Pie, Baby by KuriKuri

(2,649 I Teen I Complete I Fake/Pretend Relationship)

“See, your angel of a sister - ” Derek scoffs. Cora hasn’t been an angel since she was five months old. “ - agreed to date me, because my visa is about to expire and - ”

“I’d have to marry you for that, dumbass,” Cora butts in, rolling her eyes.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t marry me to keep me in the country?” Stiles asks, sounding mildly offended.

“Hell no,” Cora snorts, earning her a wounded look from Stiles.

Muffin Tops by Greyescale

(2,965 I General I Complete I Wedding Planner!Stiles)

Derek doesn’t know it yet, but Stiles will one day ask him to pour chocolate on him and lick it off.

Hale’s Orgasms  by ericaismeg

(3,383 I General I Complete)

HALE’S ORGASMS Come for the name, stay for the desserts.

* Stiles helps Derek name his bakery.

Sugar Daddie Universe by red_crate

(total of 5,499 I General I Probably Complete I Pastry Chef!Derek I This fic is locked for anyone not logged into an Ao3 account.)

Bakery AU where Stiles tries to pick up Derek. Laura Hale is the grease man. Scott’s just there for the baked goods.

Now You’re Too Sweet by agent_izhyper

(6,648 I General I Complete I Coffee Shop AU)

In which Stiles is thoroughly confused and awkwardly misinterprets the situation, and has fallen in love with Derek’s heavenly baked goods before he even knew (let alone fell for) Derek Hale. Also, first meetings are a mess and the universe hates him, but nothing new there, right?

Is That a Wand in Your Pocket Or? by reptilianraven

(7,447 I Teen I Complete I Magician!Stiles)

“So a little bird told me you’ve got the hots for the kiddie magician at Jamie’s birthday party.” Laura says. “And when I say little bird, I mean Erica and Allison. They’re telling me you were all over this guy.”

Derek breathes in, then out, as he tries to suppress the urge to lob these loaves of rye bread at her head.

-

The one where Stiles is a magician who performs at kid’s birthday parties and Derek is a shy single dad baker whocan’t stop seeing Stiles everywhere. There are also dead bodies popping up every other day, but Stiles really doesn’t need to know about that, so naturally, Stiles pops up at the crime scenes too. Fantastic.

Buttercream Kisses by ultimaticity

(8,951 I General I Complete)

As a lacrosse player who needs to keep his energy up (and a sweet tooth that needs to be satisfied), Stiles always goes to McCall’s Cake Shop after practice for his daily sugar rush. Derek Hale, the new statue-like employee and baking genius, definitely leaves him seeking a bit more sweetness in his life.

Winning the War by Sourwolf and Stilinski (aka Kitsune_Moonstar)

(9,539 I General I Complete I Writer!Stiles)

When Derek entered Cupcake Wars, he just wanted to get Sweetwolf Bakery’s name on the map. He didn’t expect to run into an old enemy or meet one of his favorite authors.

Baking ‘Verse  by Mistiel

(total of 10,423 I Teen-Explicit I Complete)

Standing at the doorway in the mouth of the kitchen, Stiles just stared.

And stared.

Then dug out his phone because there was no way he was not documenting this on film somehow.

Derek stood in the middle of his kitchen covered in flour. There were splotches of flour, cinnamon and some other spices streaked through Derek’s dark hair and across his face – from what Stiles could see from this angle. It looked like he’d gone a couple rounds with the baking ingredients and honestly, Stiles wasn’t sure who the victor was in that fight. But truthfully, it was kind of adorable and heart-melting.

Cook/Chef!Derek:

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[recoverymatters]

🌟 Creating your own Self-Care Box 🌟

Step 1: Get a box, any size is fine! 

Step 2: Decorate it! (I used wallpaper and paint) 

Step 3: Buy things to go inside your box - Remember this is your self-care box, so fill it with things that distract, comfort, relax and cheer you up in times of distress.

For example:

Sensory toys  🌟 

Puzzle books 🌟 

DVD’s 🌟 

Colouring books with pens or pencils 🌟 

Soft toys/teddies (These are great for comfort) 🌟 

Stickers 🌟 

Play-Doh! 🌟

Write a few letters to yourself for when you need them 🌟 

For example - Your favourite memories, reasons to stay alive, reasons not to self-harm, you can do this, motivational quotes, the things you love about yourself

Diary or Notepad 🌟

Step 4: Once you have all your items of choice put them all into your box! 🌟 

Step 5: Whenever you feel low, anxious, scared, alone, angry or distressed. Go to your box. It will always be there for you when you need it. 

Remember - This is YOUR box. Fill it with whatever makes you happy. Some more suggestions could be; bath bombs, lavender oil, hand cream, a blanket, fluffy socks, snacks, pictures of loved ones, a puzzle game, arts and crafts items. 

If you make one, take a picture and show me! 

Stay strong my warriors  💖🌟 

[sandflake]

I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…

Veins everywhere?

gorgeous~

Skin patches? Birthmarks?

hella rad~

Scars? Stretch marks?

beautiful~

Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?

heckie yeah~

Large? Curvy?

lovely~

Small? Thin?

charming~

Missing a few pieces?

handsome as ever~

Feel like you just look weird?

you’re fantastic looking~

[mymindcontinuestobecomeabstract]

THIS is the best post ever. 

[herokind-archive]

THIS.

[sugarssaur]

I’ll reblog this everytime I see it.

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

@tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors