I'm Yours

hi i'm red and i'm addicted to sterek

[dylano-brienismyhusband]

[derekandstiles]

#it’s not often you can pinpoint the exact moment when one person starts loving another#but this comes pretty close

[tiedtogetherwithadagger]

OK IN CASE ANYONE FORGOT

This is the moment Stiles gives up playing in his first lacrosse game, the first one his father explicitly made time to see, just so he could see his son play. Stiles has freaking tears in his eyes because he knows he can’t walk away from Derek.

[sterek]

Teen Wolf “Queer Eye” AU: The Beacon Hills’ Fab 5 are here to turn Derek Hale’s life upside down, in the most fabulous way.

[adrianfridge]

Oooo number 5 would be cool with allydia if you're up for that?

I knew these colors would be a challenge when I added them to the palette, so I wanna thank you for letting me test my ability to make it work.

[1989dreamer]

Raw? No.

This is for @imyoursourwolf

Happy Birthday! I hope you like it.

Takes place in a what-if after Season 4 canon ends.

Title is taken from Stiles and Scott’s discussion of eating rabbits in Season 1

Everything is bright.

Derek stumbles as he trots out into the light. He’s been sleeping for too long, he thinks. He shakes his head, sniffs the air, and sneezes.

Standing upwind from his den, and probably the reason Derek is no longer snuggled deep in his burrow, Stiles whistles again.

“Here, boy,” he calls, winking at Derek.

Derek growls at him and turns around to head back into his den. Stiles can go away. He won’t get Derek to come home just yet.

It’s more comfortable living as a wolf now. He feels more in touch with his family’s land. It has nothing to do with the fact that things have gone sideways since the battle in Mexico with Kate and her berserkers. Scott is posturing , trying to reaffirm his status as an alpha after very nearly being an undead pawn for eternity. That means shunning all reminders of bad things in his life, one of which is Derek. At least, that’s the excuse Scott gave Derek when he came to turn him out of his loft and run him out of town.

Derek isn’t hiding out here in the preserve, but he certainly isn’t going to make it easier for anyone to find him. In fact, he isn’t sure how Stiles, human Stiles, found him.

“Oh, come on,” Stiles grumbles, crawling up the steep hill on hands and feet, clutching at roots and sending bits of grass and leaves tumbling down. Derek sighs, letting his head droop.

He should have known that Stiles wouldn’t let him go.

Stiles is the only one still looking after him.

Derek sighs again and turns around, padding down to where Stiles is trying to climb the hill. He nudges him with his snout, poking and huffing and sneaking a lick or three in while Stiles fights his way upright.

“Fine!” Stiles shouts suddenly. “I give up!” He sits on his butt and starts sliding down the hill. Derek watches him, head cocked. It looks like fun, honestly.

He whuffs softly, plopping onto his hindquarters and shoving off with his paws.

Stiles stands up at the bottom of the incline, dusting himself off when Derek barrels into him and sends him sprawling.

Derek licks Stiles’ face and jumps away quickly before he can retaliate.

Surprisingly, worryingly, Stiles remains still for a few minutes. Derek nuzzles him, sniffing and inhaling as deep as he can. Stiles smells a little hurt, scrapes and bumps. Nothing major. So why isn’t he moving?

Derek sits down with a thump next to Stiles’ head and lies down so he can stare at him. Stiles opens one eye and sighs at him.

“Are you done?”

Derek shrugs as best he can with canine shoulders.

Stiles sits up, picking at his palm, which, Derek can see, is abraded enough that it looks sore. Derek shuffles closer, leaning his nose against Stiles’ wrist, pulling the pain easily and quickly. Stiles still yelps and jerks away.

“Asshole,” he says fondly, inspecting his palm. “Are you done hiding away and moping like the overgrown puppy you resemble?”

Derek huffs, looks away. Scott doesn’t want him in Beacon Hills. And since Scott is the alpha, Derek will have to leave.

He thought they’d been getting on, but apparently being kidnapped by Kate Argent was somehow Derek’s fault, and now they were back where they started and Scott hated him again.

He tries to convey this to Stiles with his eyes and his ears, but Stiles lacks the capability of understanding his facial expressions and just taps at Derek’s brow with an amused smirk on his face.

“You totally still have your eyebrows,” he says. “Right now, they’re trying to tell me something. But, dude, all I’m hearing is the glaring silence. If you want me to understand, you’ll have to turn back into a human.”

Derek glances around. He doesn’t know where he left his clothes. It’s been a few weeks at least. They won’t smell like him now so he can’t go searching for them. He doesn’t really want to shift back where anyone will be able to see his junk and ogle him. He doesn’t think Stiles would do it since he seemed respectful of Derek’s personal bubble after the Danny-incident.

It’s worth the risk, he decides, if only to talk to Stiles with his vocal chords again.

He doesn’t count on two things. One, Stiles is completely flabbergasted when he shifts back to his human form, stuttering, blinking, and looking everywhere but at Derek. And two, Derek hasn’t spoken in at least three weeks. His vocal chords don’t want to cooperate so his “Hello” ends up being indecipherable.

Stiles seems to find his voice at the same time that Derek does, and they both start to say something over each other.

Stiles pauses. Derek pauses too.

Stiles smiles shyly. “You first,” he offers.

“I need to leave town,” Derek says, and tries not to feel elation at the way Stiles’ face falls.

“Oh,” he says. “I was just going to say that it’s good to see you. Not that I haven’t been seeing you in your wolf-form, but it’s nice to actually see your face and talk to you.”

“How did you find me?” Derek asks. Stiles flushes, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

“Uh, yeah, about that.” He coughs. “I had my dad keep an eye on the preserve. You know, just in case we ever had an actual mountain lion to worry about. He mentioned that he’d seen a black wolf hanging around this hill, and I put it together that it was you.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you come looking for me?”

Stiles stares at the ground, picking at his hand again. Derek reaches out and grips his wrist to draw his pain again. Stiles flinches at his touch, and Derek pulls back.

“I missed you,” Stiles mumbles. “One day you were laughing and hanging out with us, and the next you took off into the woods never to be seen again.”

“You missed me?” Derek is incredulous. No one missed him. He could fall off the face of the earth and no one would be any wiser. Except Stiles, a tiny voice pipes up. Who came back for him in the pool with the kanima? Stiles. Who galvanized the troops to head down to Mexico the first time to rescue Derek? Stiles. Who traipsed into the woods on the word of his father and found where Derek was hiding? Stiles.

Stiles missed him.

“Why do you have to leave town?” Stiles asks.

Derek sighs. Werewolf politics suck. “Posturing,” he says.

“Posturing?” Stiles repeats. “Like, what? Scott thinks you’re going to kill him for his alpha power? Wouldn’t you have already done that if you wanted power again?”

“I wouldn’t kill Scott,” Derek mutters. The only time he actually wanted to kill Scott was…never. He has truly never wanted to kill the kid. Yes, he used to threaten him with death, but how else do you make a teenager see reason? Ignore the alpha threat and die? No thanks. Kiss the daughter of the hunter family and die? Doubly no thanks. Even though Scott never listened, Derek would never have killed him.

“Is Scott going to kill you?”

“No.” At least, Derek doesn’t think so. For an answer to that question, he’d have to visit Scott, and that is not something he is ready to do quite yet.

“Then what’s this posturing bullshit?”

“Scott’s reasserting himself as the alpha. He has let me know that there is no place for me here. So, I have to leave town.”

“Bullshit,” Stiles says.

“What?” Derek demands, irritable. “What’s bullshit about that?”

“Scott doesn’t want you to leave. He’s been talking about asking you to join officially.”

“No,” Derek says. “I want no part in Scott’s pack. He is a good wolf, he’ll be a good man, but I can’t forgive him for what he’s done to me.”

Stiles purses his lips for a long moment before nodding. “That’s fair. So, do you still have to leave town?”

“That’s something I’d have to ask Scott. If he asks me to prostrate to him, then I’m leaving immediately.”

“Again, fair,” Stiles says. “How about we go ask him? And then, maybe you can come to my house for a decent meal. I’m sure you haven’t really been eating anything good out here.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Rabbits and squirrels go down nice,” Derek says. Stiles stares at him, and Derek shrugs. He’s not joking. He was living as a wolf. Wolves eat other animals.

“Whatever,” Stiles finally says. “That just proves you need something normal, like a hamburger.”

Derek sighs. “I’m naked, Stiles. I can’t exactly go into town right now.”

“Oh yes you can,” Stiles says, winking mischievously. “Who else gets to be naked and outside? Dogs. What can you turn into? A dog!”

“A wolf,” Derek corrects. Stiles is right though; if Derek shifts back into his full-wolf form, he could quite literally stroll into town and go to the sheriff’s house with Stiles. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

“Really? I thought that’d take more convincing.”

Derek shrugs. “You said you’d give me a hamburger. Let’s go.”

He drops into a crouch, stretching out his limbs quickly and snapping teeth that sharpen from human blunt. He lets his eyes go blue, shaking his head until it snaps into the elongated jaw and snout of his wolf form. Stiles watches appreciatively as he shifts fully and stands up on four limbs.

“That will never get old,” Stiles says. “My Jeep is just ahead. We’ll ride into town and stop at the diner. Hope you like deep fried Twinkies for dessert.”

Derek lopes alongside Stiles, winding around his legs as they move. He couldn’t care less about the food really. He’s just happy that Stiles found him again.

He tips his head back and lets out a happy howl.

~ Fin ~

[stacinadia]

For @imyoursourwolf!  She requested Sterek and 26 (Tending an Injury) from the Sweet Affectionate Moments Meme .  You can still request a pairing, not just Teen Wolf or Sterek, and a prompt, and I’ll write a short fic, but I’ll have to do it after Christmas!

Title:  A Werewolf’s First Aid Kit

Rating:  T

Warnings:  Canon-typical injuries

Words:  1052

Summary:  Derek takes care of a wounded Stiles

Also at AO3.

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The door to the loft slowly slid open as Derek and Stiles trudged inside, each with an arm wrapped around the other.  Derek was pretty much the only thing keeping the human upright, who barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.  “Loft sweet loft,” Stiles murmured, one side of his mouth quirking up into a half-smile.

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[shitpostingsterek]

[imyoursourwolf]

my request is wolf derek comforting stiles, pretty please

Thank you so much for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy it <3

     When Stiles opened his bedroom door, he wasn’t that surprised to see Derek sitting in the corner. It was his normal whenever he showed up unannounced to Stiles’ house - which was more often than Derek would admit to - but this time there was one thing different that had Stiles faltering in his zombie-like movements.

      Derek was fully shifted.

      He sat in the chair fully shifted into a massive black wolf like it was nothing. Like it was normal. How the fuck was that normal? Apparently, in this life, it was normal. Obviously.

      “I would make a dog joke, but I’m too–” Stiles didn’t even bother finishing his sentence with words; he simply waved (read: flailed) his arm and hand around to get his point across.

       It apparently worked because Derek simply huffed and jumped - yes, jumped - to the bed. He sat next to Stiles after he had fallen into the messy sheets and peered down at him with familiar eyes. Stiles met his eyes for a second and then looked away, unable to make eye contact for too long because he knew if he did, he’d be fucked.

       “I wish everyone would stop with the kicked puppy eyes,” Stiles said. “No pun intended, I swear, but fuck, I’m fine, what else do I need to say?”

        Derek rolled his eyes to the ceiling and plopped himself down next to Stiles, laying his head on his paws and giving the tip of his tail a flick into Stiles’ thigh as an answer. If that wasn’t enough, Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles, giving him a low growl.

       Stiles sighed, and Derek knew he won.

       “Okay, fine, maybe I’m not exactly fine.”

       Derek took that as a victory and nudged Stiles’ arm with his nose, urging him on. A quiet huff escaped from Derek as well as he inched his huge form closer to Stiles’ body, getting lost in the heat that Stiles’ gave off. It was addicting.

        “Yeah, my dad got hurt on the job. Yeah, he’s in the hospital after an emergency surgery. Yeah, I know there isn’t much for me to do except for him to wake up, but what if he doesn’t–”

       Stiles’ voice cracked near the end and Derek almost whined at the fear in it. Stiles was obviously hurting, effected by what happened to his dad, but he’d been playing it up like it was nothing. Everyone around Stiles had given him looks of sadness and sorrow for the last week, and Stiles was at his breaking point.

        He was tired from spending night and day in the hospital. He was tired just watching his dad in that hospital bed, not knowing if he was going to wake up from the medically induced coma he’d been put under after surgery to reduce the strain on his body. He was tired from answering the Pack’s questions left and right. He was tired from explaining the details over and over again to people that came in to visit. He was tired.

       He couldn’t handle it anymore.

       “I can’t imagine what you went through, Derek.”

        It was a loaded statement, but Derek knew what Stiles was trying to say. So Derek did the only thing he could think of in that moment, and stuck to the idea before he talked himself out of it.

       He stood up on the bed and proceeded to drape himself across Stiles’ lap. His head rested against Stiles’ shoulder while his front paws were placed with one on Stiles’ shoulder and the other against his upper arm, like he was hugging him. His back legs were still on the bed, but between Stiles’ legs, and his tail was curling around Stiles’ knee.

        He’d basically made himself a big, furry blanket. And honestly, he didn’t mind it one bit. He kinda liked it, really. Of course, he wouldn’t tell Stiles - or anyone for that matter - about it, though.

       “God, you’re fucking heavy dude!” Stiles complained but made no moves in trying to get Derek to get off of him. In fact, Stiles started petting the tip of Derek’s tail with one of his hands. It was a start.

       They stayed like that for a while. Derek made no other sounds or actions in trying to further Stiles talking through his concerns and problems like Derek knew he needed. Derek could wait.

       He had no idea how much time had past but just as Derek’s eyes had began to drift shut, Stiles heaved a sigh and cleared his throat.

       “What if he doesn’t wake up, Derek?” Stiles’ voice was a whisper, but it sounded like it had been shouted to Derek. “What if he declines? What if he’s different after this? What if… what if I lose him?”

        It was a loaded questioned - all of them were - but Derek knew the last one was the biggest thing Stiles was going through at that time. What if I lose him like I lost my mom?

       This time, Derek did whimper as he tucked his muzzled into the crook of Stiles’ neck. He smelt the saltiness of the tears before he felt them hit the side of his face. He whined again as he brushed his nose against the column of Stiles’ throat, perfectly hearing the hitch in his breaths as Stiles started sobbing.

       It’s what he needed, and really, he was glad Derek was there.

       “I can’t lose him, Derek. I’ve lost so many people, and I just– I can’t lose my dad, too.”

        Derek just laid there, whining every so often when Stiles’ scent flared with a sudden spark of sadness or anxiety. He laid there when Stiles’ hands slowly got further and further up on Derek’s form. He laid there when Stiles gave in and clung to Derek openly. Derek even rolled off of him so Stiles could curl around him, burying his face into Derek’s fur and sobbing to his heart’s content.

        Derek could only lay there and give him the support he needed in that moment. Later, when he was human again, he’d do it all over for Stiles if he needed it. But now, Derek let himself be the comfort.

        Time passed by and slowly but surely Stiles’ sobs had turned into sniffles and eventually stopped completely.

        When Stiles raised himself into a sitting position again, Derek did the same.

          “I’m okay now, I promise.”

           Derek gave a huff in acceptance when he didn’t detect any sort of lie in the statement. Still, he raised a paw and placed it on Stiles’ thigh, narrowing his eyes and giving him a look that hopefully got across. He even tilted his head to the side and everything.

        “Yeah, yeah, okay. Don’t bottle it up again, got it,” Stiles waved a hand at Derek’s glaring gaze, quickly pulling his fingers back when Derek playfully snapped at them. “God, okay, fuck! I promise!”

        Content with Stiles’ answer, Derek flashed his eyes red with a small growl. He took a second to think about what to do next and heaved a huge sigh of his own, mentally saying fuck it to himself and draped himself back over Stiles’ thighs. If it was brought up later on, Derek could just say that it was the only way he knew Stiles would rest because anyone could see the bags under his eyes.

       When Stiles’ hands went to move him, Derek rumbled deep in his chest, settling further onto Stiles’ thighs and thwapped his tail down against the bed.

       “I still need cuddling, apparently, huh?” Stiles scratched his head before shrugging and moved them both into a more comfortable position.

       Derek was curled around Stiles’ top half of his body. Stiles had his head resting slightly on Derek’s furry chest while Derek had his head near Stiles’ feeling his warm breaths on his muzzle. Derek’s tail was across Stiles’ side, tucked under his arm. The position made Stiles feel safe for once in a blue moon.

        It was nice enough that the moment he relaxed into the sheets, he knew he’d be out like a light in minutes.

        “After I wake up, we’re cuddling for real - with you human, if you’re down with that,” Stiles mumbled the words as his eyes shut.

        He smiled when he heard Derek’s rumbling answer and knew everything would be okay. Maybe not the next day, or for weeks, but in the end, Stiles knew that no matter what happened, he would have someone to go to if a breakdown was inevitable.

       “Thanks, big guy.”

        Stiles fell asleep to Derek pressing his nose under his jaw.

[the-moon-dust-writings]

Otp Questions - Fluffy

Who kisses the other on the nose and the one receiving the kiss blushes?

Who sits on their partner’s lap as they wrap their arms around their partners neck?

Who kisses the inside of their partner’s palm before reassuring them everything is going to be okay?

Who initiates the forehead touch™?

Where do they first say “I love you”?

Who wraps their arms around their partner who is cooking?

Who breaks out the first aid kit when the other gets a paper cut?

Who cuddles up to the other on the couch?

How do they hold each other when their partner asks to be held?

Who picks up the other fireman style in a playful way?

Who brings the blanket to wrap them both up in it?

Who falls asleep on who? What is their reaction when the other falls sleep on them?

Who likes to be held and who likes to hold?

[coyotequeens]

we are pack; we are blood

[sansprisedetete]

[camehereforfriends]

Sometimes I think fanon exaggerates the eyebrow speech of Derek Hale, but then I see shit like this and I’m like ‘nope, dude’s eyebrows have their own language’

[not-the-alpha]

Tyler impersonating Dylan’s reaction to being slapped on the chest.

[not-the-alpha]

Tyler fondly picturing the deleted Sterek moment he thought up for the Teen Wolf finale.

[imyoursourwolf]

aight yall, i’m close to hitting 100 followers on this blog (wow wtf) and wanted to give back to everyone for being so amazing and shit so.... 

if any of you want to send in a request for a drabble (can be nsfw or sfw), i’ll work on whatever requests i get (if i get any) and post them all when i am done with them :D

[whovian-on-ice]

[amarmorite]

AO3 is our drug dealer

[not-the-alpha]

How do you feel about Sterek? 3/3 (part 1, part 2)

(Bonus: Tyler pausing to consider what to say about that “SOMEONE”)

[not-the-alpha]

How do you feel about Sterek? 2/3 (part 1, part 3)