It's Not What I Wanted, To Leave You Behind by Blahblahblahblah9 - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 2,311)
“No,” Stiles whispered falling to his knees next to the girl. “No, no, no.”
“Stiles, what?” Scott asked.
Stiles ignored him and moved closer to the body, tears brimming in his eyes. “Laura, no.”
or, Stiles finds Laura's body buried in the preserve and accidentally brings her back to life.
The Catch by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,042)
The kisses grew hotter each day. Each lick, each bite tasted of desperation.
They reminded each other about the audience, invisible but no less real. A hand on the chest, fingers grabbing the chin to stop the lips from pursuing. Stuttered breaths, simmering heat, gritted teeth. Forehead against forehead and noses rubbing together. In the end, it was Derek who smiled at him in placation and pressed the last calming kiss to Stiles’ eager lips. As if they had all time in the world. As if they would be doing it again and again and again, after. As if something real would exist beyond this TV set.
Yes, Derek kissed him like he wanted it to last. If Stiles was a romantic at heart, he would’ve said it felt like yearning. For what — Stiles didn’t know. There ought to be thousands like him in Derek’s world, while Derek was one in a million.
Casus Belli by Dexterous_Sinistrous - (Rating: Mature, Words: 26,569)
“I’m supposed to take care of you,” Derek started.
“Shut up,” Stiles stated with no heat. He looked up at Derek. “When are you going to get it that I like taking care of you too?”
Derek weakly shook his head. “I’m not good enough, Stiles.”
Stiles’ features sunk. “Don’t I get to decide that?” He stood, dropping the towel he had been using to help move the blanket. “Just… get in bed, Derek. We can talk later.”
Derek remembered touching Stiles’ wrist. “I should have died that night we met.”
“Not when I have anything to do with it,” Stiles replied. ~*~ The one where "touch him and die" is a promise both Derek and Stiles live by
more than enough by EvanesDust - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,166)
...the one where Stiles and Derek were forced to hole up in a cabin during a sudden snowstorm. Of course, there was only one bed.
Words Don't Mean Shit When I'm Biting My Lips by In_Over_My_Head - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,246)
The front door slammed pulling Stiles out of his lesson plans. He’d been focused on getting them done before Derek got home but it looked like he didn’t make it.
“Hey, how was…” Stiles started as Derek walked through the room without stopping, “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath. It was clearly not a good day for his wolf.
Stiles waited at the table to see what song would come through the speakers. They’d set up playlists for Derek to be able to convey his needs. He’d always been fairly nonverbal when it came to feelings and Stiles found that when he got in his head it was a thousand times worse. The playlists were a way for him to ask for what he needed without having to actually explain it.
Con los ojos cerrados - with eyes wide shut by Arver7 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 33,791)
Derek and Stiles grow up together, and knew they loved each other before they understood what romantic love was. But what happens when Derek is caught in the fire, and the trajectory of their relationship is forever changed.
“Stiles, I was talking about the lasagna” by quackquackcey - (Rating: T, Words: 2,472)
The time Stiles thought his dad could read minds and ended up confessing his inner most thoughts starring Derek—twice.~ 🐺💝
Rule Number One by inhystereks - (Rating: G, Words: 2,133)
Stiles would love Batman unil the day he died, but he definitely had more of a Captain America mindset when it came to bullies. His father had told him to be good, so he definitely knew it would be okay to step in if it meant keeping some other kid from being teased.
Toss my salad? by amatorial - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 8,268)
Scott makes a horrifying discovery. Derek isn’t just brooding. He’s sex-starved. And apparently the only person who can fix it is Stiles. Naturally, Scott shoves him straight into the line of fire before the pack gets torn apart by one very frustrated werewolf. -
Derek’s eyes narrowed. He turned toward Scott with a glare that could melt asphalt. Explain yourself or be eaten—that was his type of vibe.
Scott held up his hands, defensive. “Okay, okay! Chill. The pack’s just… concerned.”
“Concerned,” Derek repeated, voice flat and deeply unimpressed.
Scott winced, his smile cracking. “Yeah. Uh. You kinda made Isaac cry yesterday. Over sparring techniques. And Lydia said she’s not coming back until you get laid.”
Derek froze. His entire body went stiff like someone had poured cement down his spine.
“We’re just wondering,” Scott said, painfully casual, “when the last time was that you had some fun. And if, like… you needed help finding someone?”
The Abominable Crush of Derek Hale by DaisyAfterDark (DaisyBeats) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,501)
I'm still not over Yeti Stiles. I think it is time for a size difference Sterek prompt, just imagine those hands, the muscular yeti muscles, and the looming height. Makes my heart flutter at the thought. So what if Derek had the same feelings, Stiles manhandled him, and the feeling of those hands reaching around his waist fully just gives him butterfly and jelly legs. Luckily Stiles doesn't notice the smell of lust coming off Derek, unfortunately for Derek that the Pack all have perfectly working noses.
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