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If you're American will you reblog this with where you grew up and wether or not they had sixth grade camp. I grew up in southern California and every class in sixth grade would take a field trip and go to a camp for a week and this is absolutely bewildering my wife cause she's never heard of sixth grade camp
"Soooo... what are we gonna do if he doesn't go away?" Stiles asked softly after spitting out the pool water that’d seeped past his lips.
They both knew what he was talking about. Derek was completely paralysed, and the dead weight of the werewolf was weighing him down. They could both feel Stiles’s strength beginning to wane after two hours of treading water.
"Risk whatever he's gonna do to us if we swim to the edge?" Derek suggested, and Stiles could tell from the look on his face that the werewolf knew that way led a gory, blood-soaked death.
"Think I'd rather drown than be gutted," he muttered.
Derek didn't say anything to that, but he didn't really have to. After two hours of this, Derek had accepted that any minute now, he would drown. He didn't trust humans, especially not Stiles, and he'd been waiting for Stiles to make the decision to save himself. To throw Derek's arm off himself and swim for the edge. To let him sink and leave him to die.
He hadn't yet, and Derek didn't know why, other than the fear of the kanima outweighing his fear of drowning.
"Maybe he'll go away," Derek suggested. "I'm pretty sure someone's controlling him."
"Controlling him to keep us in the pool?" Stiles frowned.
"He's clearly after one of us," Derek shrugged.
"Probably you after all the times you've hunted him."
Derek agreed, though he didn't say so.
"If that's the case, he'll probably let you leave," he pointed out quietly. "You... you can let me go, you know."
Stiles twisted his head to gape at him in confusion.
"You'll drown."
"Yeah, but you won't," Derek answered seriously. "I know you're tired. If you wait any longer, you won't have the strength to swim to the edge and climb out."
Stiles gave him an indecipherable look, the skin around his eyes tightening.
"You don't have to drown with me," Derek murmured quietly because he was certain they both would if Stiles didn't let him go.
"We don't know for certain that it's after you," Stiles replied evenly, looking away from him before he began kicking a little harder and using the arm not holding Derek up to begin dragging them both through the water toward the shallower end.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying not to drown," Stiles huffed.
Derek knew he was flagging. He could feel the way the younger man's muscles trembled with every circle of limbs designed to keep them afloat. Stiles kept swimming while the kanima circled the pool edge, hissing and flicking his creepy serpentine tail. Despite the lizard skin, he reminded Derek of a cat eyeing a bird it wanted to hunt but couldn't reach.
"The pool is still too deep at the other end for you to touch the bottom," Derek pointed out.
"The disability access steps aren't," Stiles grunted and Derek's eyes widened, remembering the school had installed a special staircase into the water that would allow those who couldn't use the ladder to still swim.
"He'll be able to reach with his claws," Derek warned.
"Not if I stay right at the edge of them. I should be able to stand up there."
He kept struggling, panting heavily and almost dropping them both under the water several times. Derek hated being so helpless, his limbs completely numb.
"You don't have to save me, Stiles," he tried again.
"Dude, you only got cut and fell into the pool in the first place because you were trying to push me out of the way when he came at us," Stiles disagreed. "I know you're fast enough to outrun that thing. You could have legged it like Erica did. But you didn't. I'm not gonna let you die for me."
The logic floored Derek.
Like, yeah, he had been trying to save Stiles, but he was bigger and stronger and faster, and the creature probably wasn't after the sarcastic teenager.
"Made it," Stiles grunted in relief, and Derek felt it when he got his feet under him on the solid steps and was no longer straining to tread water.
The creature snarled, swiping at them and it hissed and skittering away when it got wet again.
"It's definitely afraid of the water."
Derek nodded in agreement as Stiles adjusted his grip on him, unfurling Derek's arm from around his shoulders and turning his body to put both arms around his waist, Derek's back to his chest.
He leaned back against the bollard in the middle of the step, installed to ensure no one in a wheelchair using the steps accidentally rolled into the spot that would be too deep. On the step, the water barely cleared Stiles's stomach when he stood at full height - the perfect depth for someone in a chair to keep their head above water. But to keep out of reach of the creature, they had to stay as submerged as possible.
Derek ended up practically in Stiles lap, the boy using his own thighs to help keep Derek’s head above water, arranging his legs to balance the back of his thighs over Stiles’s knees. The alpha wolf inside his soul hated the position, so utterly vulnerable with Stiles at his back, his warm breath huffing at the side of his neck and cheek, over the top of his shoulder. His arms around his waist, supporting him.
"Thank you," he forced himself to say while Stiles panted tiredly, his forehead leaning against the back of Derek's head. "For not letting me drown."
"Yeah, well, you didn't let that thing gut me," Stiles muttered. "And you saved me when Isaac wanted to eat me on his first full moon."
They fell silent after that, Stiles still panting a little from the exertion - he was going to be sore in the coming days after the strain on his muscles, Derek was sure of it. The creature came back a few times, never getting close enough to the water's edge to reach them again, before eventually, it disappeared.
"He's gone," Derek said quietly, and Stiles jolted against his back, having almost dozed off.
"You sure? He could be hiding to try and lure us out."
Derek listened for the creature's heartbeat, but only the steady thump of his own and Stiles’s met his ears.
"We're alone," Derek confirmed.
"Oh, thank God. I'm freezing."
He stirred beneath Derek, beginning to drag him up the stairs to get them both out of the water.
"I think some feeling is coming back," Derek confided when Stiles had him on dry land.
"Of course it is," Stiles huffed. "Perfect timing."
Derek managed to drag himself into a sitting position right as another heartbeat reached his ears followed by the drum of rapid footsteps. He whipped his head around, looking for the source, only to see Scott running into view.
"Stiles! Derek!" Scott yelled.
"More perfect timing," Stiles muttered bitterly. "You couldn't have shown up an hour ago, Scott?"
Derek huffed as well because it was annoying that Scott, Erica, Isaac, and Boyd had all left them here. They could have died.
Stiles looked over at Derek when Scott hauled him onto his feet. Derek met his gaze, his legs still weak.
Stiles had protected him. This mouthy, sarcastic spazz had been willing to drown for him, to die with him rather than leaving him alone to save himself.
Derek couldn't remember the last time anyone had shown him that kind of loyalty. Maybe Laura? Maybe his parents? All of them wolves, all with blood ties to him. And yet here was this stubborn, smart ass human who annoyed Derek more than anyone else he'd ever met, and he'd saved him. He'd shown more loyalty than his pack members had.
The bond snapped into place with a crack like lightning, zinging through his cells, his blood, his soul, and Derek grunted at the sting. Stiles jumped like he'd had a fright, and Scott tensed nervously as the scent of ozone and lightning flooded the space between them. Emotion poured through, heat searing along the pathway linking the two of them. Confusion. Curiosity. Worry. Anxiety. Exhaustion. All of it sizzled into him, and Derek had to close his eyes, taking a controlled breath.
"What just happened?" Scott confirmed, sniffing worriedly.
Stiles was rubbing his chest where the bond originated, his eyes fixed on Derek, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something but had no words.
Derek met his gaze steadily, knowing firsthand how overwhelming a pack bond could be when it formed, even for a wolf. For a human, it had to be like being electrocuted, burned alive, and drowned all at the same time. The linking of souls, or mind, or emotions all designed to attune a packmate to another, designed to protect, to connect, to irrevocably link.
"Is... is this... a wolf thing?" Stiles asked and Derek was certain his own resignation, gratitude, confusion, and ever-present underlying anger were all flooding down the bond to Stiles in return.
"What?" Scott asked. "What happened?"
"A pack bond," Derek confirmed quietly, not daring to tell either of them that the last time he'd shared a pack bond with anyone, it'd been Laura. His family. He hadn't bonded with the wolves he'd bitten, and his bond to Peter had been burned out of him like everything else during the fire.
Something unknotted in Derek's belly when Stiles stumbled across the space between the two of them.
"What's a pack bond?" Scott asked dumbly because the boy was an idiot who kept rejecting everything wolfish instead of learning about what he'd become.
Stiles gripped Derek's waist, clinging to him, pushing into his space, and Derek managed to get his arm up, gripping the back of Stiles’s neck in return. He pulled Stiles in by it, burying his nose in Stiles’s hair and breathing in the scent of him, like caramel and sunshine, and the medicinal tang of his Adderall all currently overlaid with the stink of chlorine from the pool.
"Stiles? What's happening? What is this? I thought you two hated each other?" Scott asked, bewildered.
Derek didn't bother explaining it to him, just clung to Stiles tighter and closed his eyes relishing in the complete overwhelm of having a pack bond again, his wolf howling with joy after so long on his own. Stiles burrowed into him, arms curling all the way around him while he buried his head in Derek's neck, clinging to him tightly, hugging him while he trembled.
It might’ve been completely unintentional, and Derek was certain that when the euphoria wore off, he'd resent being so intimately linked with the spastic human, but for now, he had a new pack bondmate, and for the first time in over a year, Derek felt at peace.
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Sterek, Mature, 6.6K
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"You're my god" | Rated E, 24k
I'm super excited to post my Gods!Sterek fic for @syr-monthly’s may mythos event, illustrated by the amazing @jojorice 🥰🥺🙏
Feat. Derek relaxing to sound of Stiles' chatter, all-around badassery, & sterek so in love they go against the gods for each other~ 🤍💫
Tags:
Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses | Alternate Universe - Modern Setting | Alternate Universe - Mythology | God Stiles Stilinski | God Derek Hale | True Alpha Derek Hale | BAMF Stiles Stilinski | BAMF Derek Hale | Present-Day Mythology | Derek Hale Nearly Dies | Derek Hale is a Softie | Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things | Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things | Action & Romance | Magic | Canon-Typical Violence | Hurt/Comfort | Domestic Fluff | Shameless Smut | Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski | First Meetings | Getting Together | Mutual Pining | Stiles Stilinski Talks A Lot | Derek Hale Loves It ™
Summary:
After Stiles dies and wakes up as a god, he travels around causing mayhem and ends up crash-landing into a remote forest amidst a storm, only to realize that he's in fact slammed into another god's yard. As the two of them get closer, troubles from their past threaten to tear them apart and destroy them—will they be able to fight against the gods and cut down the obstacles in their way? The tale of two gods, seemingly opposites, who split the heavens and rended the earth to save each other.🌪️💫
Read on AO3 here!
You may have already done a list like this, and if so I apologize! But if not, do you have recs for cute, fluffy fics where one of them doesn’t realize they are dating? Thank you!
Sure! This tag and this one.
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the engagement by bibliosexual | 1.5K
“Stiles,” Derek growls the next morning, “why did Wanda just call me to congratulate me on my engagement to you?”
“Uh, because we are engaged?” Stiles tries. “We’re having a spring wedding with two flavors of cake, or did you forget? By the way, you still need to buy me a ring.”
Things To Do On The Dates You Aren’t Having by lielabell | 5.5K
“So are we dating now or what?” Stiles asks the third time he finds himself doing the obligatory postcoital cuddling with a certain sour wolf.
five times Derek and Stiles weren’t actually boyfriends (and one time they were) by HalfFizzbin | 2.8K
In which Derek and Stiles are essentially a married couple. Except they’re not actually dating.
Inevitability (About Damn Time) by accordingtomel | 9.7K
“So?” Scott says.
“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”
The asshole actually has the audacity to laugh. As if this is somehow hilarious to him. Worst best friend ever. “No, I didn’t.”
“This is not funny, Scott.”
“Yeah, it actually kind of is, though.”
big light by stilinskisparkles | 4.7K
Stiles brandishes a bunch of daisies at Derek, “Saw these and thought of you.”
Derek looks down at the gas station flowers, lifts his eyebrows, “Because they’re dried out and a little wilted?”
How ‘bout them Mets, eh? by yodasyoyo | 1.9K
Derek nods. “‘K,” he says. “Night.” And as he passes Stiles he leans in and presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Stiles goes perfectly still, mouth falling open, eyes following Derek’s progress up the stairs. He sees the moment when Derek realizes what he’s done because he pauses, his back to Stiles, hand clenching the rail in a white knuckle grip, posture totally rigid.
“Night,” Stiles says, voice coming out a little hoarse.
Use the Front Door for a Change by stileskolpath | 4K
The one where the Sheriff educates Derek on getting his shit together with dating his son. Derek is dating Stiles, right? Yes? Maybe? He’s really not sure anymore.
Important Things by suzvoy | 71.4K | Mature
Stiles learns that even with werewolves, giant lizards and psychopathic hunters on the loose, life can still find other ways to screw with you. Case in point: everyone keeps assuming he and Derek are a couple. What the hell?
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I have just closed a doc with fresh 7k of NEW WIP and it's gonna be so EPIC I'm exploding rn
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Gerard hummed and folded his hands on the handle of a sword at his waist. “What a spoiled brat you have, John. We’ll change that, do not worry. With a loving hand…” he sang dreamily and threw an annoyed glance at Derek. “Let go of him, young knight. The road will be long.”
But Derek stood frozen.
“Let go,” Stiles murmured above a breath.
“How can you ask that of me?”
Derek’s furious harsh whisper full of agony and desperation — at the very end, it was the exact thing that broke him.
Hot stinging tears ran down Stiles’ pale cheeks. His bitten dry lips trembled. He squeezed his eyes and shook his head but the tears kept coming.
Stiles dug his nails into the back of Derek’s hands and tugged. “Let go.”
“Hale,” his father warned.
“Derek, I beg you.” Stiles tugged and tugged but Derek’s arms were like vice. He couldn’t make himself look at the man for he would break, irreparably so.
But Derek only pressed him closer.
Stiles felt the heat of his body, heard the caress of his labored breath against his own ear. He heard everything Derek wasn’t saying.
A blade slid with a silky whisper out of the scabbard. Stiles gasped and stiffened as he felt the tip of it press under his chin.
“And now?” asked Gerard, his cold but amused gaze trained on Derek.
The hands disappeared from Stiles’ sides as if burned.
“See how easy?” Gerard smiled. The blade remained pressed to Stiles’ neck for a couple more breaths before Argent put it down.
Stiles inhaled sharply and swayed in place.
No one caught him this time.
He stood alone.
how do you pronounce btw in your head?
- by the way
- bee tee wee (but i say by the way out loud if i have to read it)
- bee tee wee (& aloud too)
- bee tee double u (by the way aloud)
- bee tee double u (& aloud)
- other/see results
How do you pronounce btw in your head?
by the way
bee tee wee (but I say by the way out loud if i have to read it)
bee tee wee (& aloud too)
bee tee double u (by the way aloud)
bee tee double u (& aloud)
other/see results
teen cop and sourwolf :D
eye fucking: level 60
#okay but this is the thing #when people ask me why i ship sterek#and i feel like asking them what show are they watching#because on the show i’m watching#these two look at each other like the world is going to end#there’s too many emotions going on just by staring at those eyes#this has been going on since season 1 #and now it’s definitely ‘worse’#because in those eyes you can see too many good things at once#there’s respect and understanding #they stare at each other and it’s like they know#they just know that the other one is thinking #this is canon#and if Stiles was a girl everyone would be shipping them HARD #in the meanwhile#i’ll just be here shipping them #because of who they are as characters#and how they act with each other #this ship is so easy #*sigh of joy* (via sinycath)
Forget Your Perfect Offering by yodasyoyo (wc10367, teen)
Summary: They’re both so pale under the layers of ash and soot, that’s the first thing John notices, that, and the smell that clings to their hair, their skin, their clothes. Years later, when he knows Derek better, when he knows the truth, he’ll recall this moment and it’ll make his heart break a little. He’ll remember how the scent was so acrid, so intense, and he’ll wonder: If it was like that for him— a human— then how much worse for them? What else could they smell as they sat on hard plastic chairs beneath the stark strip light in a paint-peeled hallway at the Sheriff’s station? or: 5 times the Sheriff called Derek 'son', and 1 time Derek called the Sheriff 'dad'.
Not heavy on the holiday, but heavy on the fluffy feelings. Love Sheriff-Derek bonding stories, and this one doesn't disappoint.
you’re my only hope sterek, 1k, thanksgiving fluff
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“Turkey hotline, this is Derek.”
“Derek!” Stiles says, looking frantically around the kitchen, phone shoved between his ear and shoulder. “I know that usually you’re supposed to thaw the turkey for days but last night I was nominated as the place to go for everyone who didn’t have a place to go and all the store had was a fifteen pound frozen solid turkey and I’ve left it out since I bought it but the damn thing is still frozen solid and I’m supposed to serve it in four hours. What the hell am I supposed to do?”
The wooden spoon he’d been looking for is balanced on the open refrigerator door. He snatches it up and spins to stir the gravy, the only thing he could think to make ahead of time that Lydia won’t kill him for nuking in the microwave right before dinner.
“You can cook it from frozen. It’ll take longer, about five hours, but serve some drinks and your friends will be fine waiting.”
Stiles looks at the compound butter he’d gotten—he can read recipes, thank you, he’s just in a panic—and frowns. “What am I supposed to do about, you know, seasoning?”
“Pull it after two hours and season it then. You’ll have to baste it, but you’ll be okay.”
“Great,” Stiles says, then curses when he realizes he’d laid his dish towel too close to the burner and it’s smoking. “Thanks!”
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So, I might have lost my mind and decided that being in four teams for this year's @sterekreversechallenges Reverse Bang was a good idea. I wasn't planning on writing two fics, but I saw the art and immediately knew that me and @sugareey-makes-stuff had to work together and the rest, as they say, was history! We pushed it to the wire with the last chance deadline (sorry, and thank you mods!), but somehow (despite a lot of interference from life) managed to get this done, and I'm really proud of what we achieved. We definitely worked for it!
So, here's my final offering for the Sterek Reverse Bang 2023. I hope you all enjoy it <3.
Molten (27896 words) by sugareey, Wolfspurr Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Sterek Reverse Bang 2023, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Kidnapping, Magical Accidents, Accidental Bonding, Spark Stiles Stilinski, College Student Stiles Stilinski, Pack Beta Derek Hale, Idiots in Love, Some Humor, Stiles Stilinski is a Mess, Derek Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski, Sharing a Bed, Meddling, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Frustration, Hand Jobs, Shower Sex, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched, Creampie, Awkward Conversations, Kissing, Feelings Realization, POV Stiles Stilinski, Digital Art, Illustrations
Summary: "Stiles, is that you?" He recognizes that voice. He doesn’t know why he’s hearing it here though, in whatever cold, dark cave he’s found himself in. The owner of that voice is supposed to be miles away, back home in Beacon Hills. Unless Stiles is the one that’s ended up further from home than he could possibly have predicted. "Derek?!"
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Okay folks! This Beast has been kept under wraps since April, and now it's finally out for the world to see. Hooray! The original idea made for @sterekreversechallenges was a simple palette of blacks, greys and golds with some melty painty thing going on for our fav boys. When @wolfspurr snatched this piece right up, I was super excited because I adore her writing so much. Working with her was fun with squeeing and screaming, but that didn't come without whining and a whole roller coaster of other feels (because Stiles and Derek made us work to get this whole collab to be exactly the way we wanted it). The journey to make this particular Sterek story come to life was such a crazy one, and it was worth the endless hours of enthusiasm and labor of love we put in. And heyyy, I also got to make two more additional art pieces! So, if you want some good ol' college fun, humor, fluff, and angst with some spice, please give this story a read and some love!
Title: Molten (<- read on AO3) Rating: Explicit WC: 28k Tags: Canon Divergence, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Kidnapping, Magical Accidents, Accidental Bonding, Spark and College Student Stiles Stilinski, Pack Beta Derek Hale, Idiots in Love, Some Humor, Stiles Stilinski is a Mess, Derek Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski, Sharing a Bed, Meddling, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Frustration, Hand Jobs, Shower Sex, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched, Creampie, Awkward Conversations, Kissing, Feelings Realization, POV Stiles Stilinski, Digital Art, Illustrations
Summary:
"Stiles, is that you?" He recognizes that voice. He doesn’t know why he’s hearing it here though, in whatever cold, dark cave he’s found himself in. The owner of that voice is supposed to be miles away, back home in Beacon Hills. Unless Stiles is the one that’s ended up further from home than he could possibly have predicted. "Derek?!"
It’s been a hot minute since I recced a fic, but I just read one that was so perfect, like *chef’s kiss* that I had to share. You have forced proximity, bed sharing, and feelings that put a dumb smile on my face. Great art and some steamy scenes are the extras that really push this fic over the top.
Rating: Explicit
Words:27,896
Summary:
"Stiles, is that you?"
He recognizes that voice. He doesn’t know why he’s hearing it here though, in whatever cold, dark cave he’s found himself in. The owner of that voice is supposed to be miles away, back home in Beacon Hills. Unless Stiles is the one that’s ended up further from home than he could possibly have predicted.
"Derek?!"
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