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You can call me Mothy or Nyx, either way. My main blog is MothyNyx.
This side blog is mainly for fic recs (primarily sterek with a sprinkle of steter and stackson on the side). I am also offering help with searching for lost fics or taking rec requests!
I am hoping to get to the point of posting daily. It is currently going to be a sporadic/slow start. Been having some career shifts, life things, and mental health things.
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I'm 26 yrs old, queer, and use they/them pronouns.
I've been in the sterek Fandom since...2012 or 2013. It's been a hot minute.
I have written fics, I have edited (videos and photos), and I am an avid reader. Maybe one day i'll start writing again (namidagoe on ao3 - don't judge though, I haven't written since I was in highschool).
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)Â
Additional Tags: Pack Mom Stiles, Alpha Derek, Pack Dynamics, Found Family, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Domestic, Nesting, The Hale House Rebuild, Pack Politics, BAMF Stiles, Oblivious Stiles, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Scent Marking, Everyone Knows Before They Do
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Summary:
Derek is tearing down the Hale house. Rebuilding on the foundation. He doesnât ask for help. Stiles shows up anyway â with a spreadsheet, a build schedule, and a group chat called âHGTV: Hell Edition.â
Within six months, Stiles has nested so deeply into the territory that his scent is in the walls, heâs wearing Derekâs hoodies like theyâre his, and every wolf in the pack has quietly rearranged their life around him. He has no idea what heâs doing. He thinks heâs just the annoying human who does research.
Then the Alpha Council shows up, and an ancient Alpha names the thing everyone â except Stiles â has known for over a year.
Or: two people build a home together without admitting theyâre building it for each other.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bobby Finstock
Additional Tags: Alpha Derek Hale, Alpha Derek, Human Stiles Stilinski, Human Stiles, Established Relationship, Idiots in Love, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale is a Nice Thing, Soft, Sleepy Cuddles, Donât copy to another site
Series: Part 2 of Bloodâs Sterek Insanity
Summary:
âAlways such a smartass,â Finstock insisted, shaking his head. âWhat, you want a gold star for your mediocre performance?â
âIf youâve got any, Iâd love one,â Stiles informed him.
âYouâre too old for a gold star, Bilinski.â
âHey, hey,â Stiles argued, holding one hand out towards the man as he headed back for the boardâevidently forgetting Greenberg now had his marker. âSometimes adults need gold stars, too.â When Coach turned back to give him a look, Stiles just shrug-flailed. âWeâre all just little gremlins starving for attention! Do you know how satisfying a gold star would be? Right here?â Stiles motioned his right pectoral up near his shoulder. âJust a cute little star right there. âGood Job!â or âIâm proud of you!â or even just âWell done!â So satisfying. Or what about like, a hero biscuit?â Stiles mimed nibbling on a cookie. âCute little bone-shaped cookie made for heroes? Wouldnât that just brighten your day?â
The Hales are all alive and pillars of the community. Late twenties Derek has a habit of buying struggling businesses and turning them around. He mostly does this to support his pack who didn't actually want to go off to college.
The latest business he bought is the local wedding dress shop that maybe still has dresses from the 80s in it.
After teasing from his sisters, and homophobia from his mother he decides he is going to run it himself.
This is a bad idea, a horrible idea, but luckily he has friends who will help him, like how he has always helped them. And just maybe over summer vacation, he'll finally get his guy.
livin' la vida mocha by 7nessasaryevils
Sterek | 5k | completed
Summary:
There are four types of people who walk into Hale of A Cup.
- The classic overachievers at 8:30am.
- The "I'm late for my lecture but I'll murder someone if there isn't coffee in my hand right now" at 10:45am.
- The Venti Mocha and Chai Latte Frappe drinkers at 4:45pm.
- And the Overnighters who stumble in at 2:30 in the morning looking like death warmed over.
Those ones are Derek's favorite.
Save Point by TheThirdChild
Sterek | 95 k | completed
Summary:
Stiles is determined to give Derek the perfect anniversary giftâthe kind that proves he truly sees him.
That somehow resulted in time travel and a surprise encounter with the Hale Pack pre-everything.
Now he has to gather insight, avoid suspicion, and absolutely not rewrite history. Derek wanted something meaningful, but this might be too meaningful.
Perfect gift status: pending.
To Safe Your Life by DoEScasTIElLove
Sterek | 23 k | completed
Summary:
Scott has been turned into a werewolf just before their last year of high school. Managing him on full moons without any help turns almost fatal for Stiles until a dark, brooding wolf swoops in and saves his life. Apparently, he had to bite him to do that, not transforming him but bonding them together as mates.
As it turns out, the Hale pack is alive and thriving, and the hunters are after them, but how could Stiles concentrate on that. He has to figure out what being werewolf mated to Derek actually means.
following a whim by wishingonalightningbolt
Sterek | 21 k | completed
Summary:
The housing thing is a nightmare pretty much everywhere in Californiaâbut especially the bay. Since Stiles hasnât managed to snag himself a rich partner to pay his bills yet, heâs used to roommates. Housemates. He actually hasnât lived on his ownâŠever. He went from his dadâs house to college dorms to crowded apartments. Heâs been living with Scott since they were 19, and now that theyâre grown, they rent a house with two other guys they met online. There were many hours spent rifling through Craigslist before they found Derek and Isaac, but it was worth it.
Of ramblings and flailings, followed by a whiff of motor oil by Niwolah
Sterek | 6 k | completed
Summary:
Derek loved working in his coffee shop. No, scratch that. He loved paying the bills for his coffee shop. Lust smells from customers once they saw him? Nope. No, thank you, he was safer in his office.
So when he had to take Erica's place one day and watch over Malia as well, he thought that his day would be annoying, to say the least.
He didn't think he'd found his mate though, he stopped wishing about it a long time ago. But, oh boy, what a mate his wolf chose.
Red Is Pretty (But So Is Blue) by sugareey
Sterek | 27 k | completed
Summary:
Happily ever afters donât happen to people like Stiles. He knows he should be grateful that he even has a heartstring to begin with. But itâs been cold and dormant for so long. What good will come out of having a soulmate nowâone who has basically ignored Stilesâ existence for ages? What could Stiles possibly need from a person like that anyway?
[Or: Itâs only when Stiles starts singing love songs on stage that the Pack discovers his long-time hobby. This also forces him to learn what it really means to follow his heart.]
The Pumpkin Plan - Derek's way to woo a Stiles by Karla_Kattz
Sterek | 21 k | completed
Summary:
Stiles currently has no kitchen, while Derek does. Stiles can't prepare himself proper, nutritious meals, but Derek can.
Derek thinks of Stiles and feels the need to keep him healthy. After all, he is a responsible landlordâand an alpha. It's in an alpha's nature to provide.
A plan quickly forms in Derek's head. Now, all he needs is a pumpkin. And Tupperware.
Derek Hale dislikes people, but his new neighbor Stiles is the exception to this rule. Instead of flirting with Stiles and asking him out like a typical guy would, Derek devises his own unique method of courting. It involves pumpkins and an apron, and nothing can go wrong. Or can it?
Carry That Weight by sara_luckyj
Sterek | 23 k | completed
Summary:
Once the girl had left his room, after he had put every possible contact number, email, and address he could think of into her phone, he proceeded to get absolutely shit-faced all by himself on a bottle of berry Absolut someone had left in his mini fridge, drunk dialed Jackson, Greenberg, and Coach Finstock purely to hang up on them and laugh into his pillow for no reason, and then he booked an earlier flight home for Thanksgiving. Stiles was going to need all the time possible to hash things out with his dad, and to cry himself out on Scotty's shoulder. He was going to be a dad.
"Holy Mary Mother of God," he said, channelling the Goonies. "Someone needs to stop me."
Stiles gets a girl pregnant, keeps the baby, learns what a nasal aspirator is, and gets the guy. All in a year's work.
i started reading this fic awhile back that had soulmates and magic stiles but it wasnât finished and i planned to let it marinate but i forgot to save it. it was at like 70-80k i think when i stopped reading it?? derek and stiles were kidnapped and stuck in a basement together and derek knew they were true mates but didnât tell stiles. then some magic stuff happened and they ended up with a mating bond that derek also refused to tell him about?? please help me find it đ
Hello!
I think it may be this one!
The Bonds that Bind by applejuice382
Sterek | work in progress - 21/24 | 282 k
Summary:
Stiles is just trying to prevent the next supernatural problem from killing his friends. Derek is just trying to keep his pack alive (and ignore the desperation that crawls under his skin whenever Stiles is near).
When Stiles goes into the preserve to investigate a string of murders, he and Derek are kidnapped by an unknown group and locked in a basement with no escape. Each night brings new suffering, and each day they have only each other.
The two will have to learn how to lean on one another to keep their sanity intact, and theyâll have to work together to escape.
Too bad they annoy the shit out of each other.
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Sorry for the slow response! It's been a little hectic in my personal life and I wanted to read it fo make sure it hit all the points you provided.
Please let me know if it is not the correct fic and I will continue looking!
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Stiles Stilinski had been deaf since he was three years old. A fever, a seizure, a bad reaction to antibiotics - doctors never agreed on the root cause, and he never remembered the world with sound anyway. His entire life had been built in silence: in the shape of peopleâs mouths, in the quake of footsteps through floorboards, in the warmth of hands signing against the air.
He didnât feel broken. Never had. Just built differently.
And then he met Derek Hale.
Derek was the grumpy, broad shouldered, leather wearing disaster Stiles absolutely should not have fallen for. But he did, slowly at first, then all at once. Derekâs signing was clumsy when they met, stiff and unsure. Now it was fluent, soft around the edges, tailored specifically to Stiles. Like a language made just for the two of them.
Derek talked with his hands, and Stiles listened with his heart.
Theyâd been dating for almost a year when Melissa handed Stiles the file.
âCochlear implant candidate,â she had signed, mouthing the words as she always did so Stiles could follow her rhythm. âYour hearing nerve looks good. Your brain processes all the right signals. If you want this⊠you can have it.â
Stiles froze, staring at the paperwork. A cochlear implant. A chance, maybe, to hear.
He didnât say yes for weeks. Not because he didnât want it, but because he didnât know how to imagine it. Because silence wasnât something he hated⊠it was simply familiar. And what if the world wasnât better with sound? What if it was worse?
Derek never pushed him. Not once.
He only signed, Whatever you choose. Iâm with you.
That was the thing that did it, in the end.
Stiles scheduled the surgery.
The world after the implant wasnât miraculous the way movies made it seem. It was pain and pressure and overstimulation and long stretches of confusion. The device had to heal before it could be turned on. Stiles had to wait a month with a foreign thing under his skin, waiting for the day the audiologist would flip the switch.
He didnât tell Derek he was scared. He didnât have to. Derek always knew.
And then came activation day.
Stiles and Derek sat in a small, bright room with soft chairs and a machine that felt far too clinical for something that promised so much. Derek sat beside him, knee pressed warm against his. He didnât try to hold Stilesâ hand, not until Stiles reached for him first.
The audiologist smiled kindly, signing as she spoke, âOkay. Iâm going to activate it. Youâll hear something⊠maybe beeps, maybe static, maybe voices. It wonât be perfect at first. Thatâs normal.â
Stiles nodded.
His heart thudded fast enough that he could feel the tremors in his throat.
The audiologist clicked a button.
A crackle of something - electricity? fuzz? - spilled into Stilesâ skull. He jerked, breath halting. Everything felt too loud, too sharp, like someone had taken silence and snapped it in half.
He squeezed Derekâs hand, nails digging into his skin.
The audiologist spoke again - Stiles saw her mouth move, saw the signs, and also heard⊠noise. Garbled, messy shapes of sound that didnât quite fit together. He flinched.
Itâs okay, Derek signed with their joined hands. Itâs okay. Iâm right here.
Stiles turned to him and wondered: What does Derek sound like?
The audiologist gestured, encouraging Derek to try speaking.
Derek swallowed visibly. His thumb brushed Stilesâ wrist, grounding.
He leaned in, close enough for Stiles to see every fleck of green in his eyes, every tremor of emotion on his face.
His lips shaped the words slowly.
âI love you."
Three simple syllables.
But in Stilesâ newly awakened world, they landed like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
The sound was distorted - deeper, rougher, a little metallic - but underneath all the static, underneath all the unfamiliar sharpness, Stiles heard something warm. Something honest. Something Derek.
His breath shuddered out of him.
Derekâs eyes widened, worried, until Stiles let out a gasping laugh, a sound he had never heard himself make, a sound that startled him so much he laughed again.
He touched Derekâs face with shaking hands.
âYou,â Stiles said, or tried to say, because he could hear the way his tongue hit the wrong place, the way his voice wobbled, but he saw Derekâs face soften, saw awe flicker across it.
Then Stiles signed it, just to be safe.
I love you.
And Derek, who had spent a lifetime losing people, who never expected to be anyoneâs first choice, pulled Stiles into his arms, holding him tight.
Sound buzzed in Stilesâ skull, messy and overwhelming, but Derekâs heartbeat was solid against his chest, steady and somehow familiar. One thing heâd always known, even through the silence.
The first words Stiles ever heard were âI love you.â
And he couldnât imagine better ones.
Sound didnât become easy overnight. It came in waves. too much, then not enough, then too much again.
The world felt sharp in ways Stiles wasnât prepared for. crinkling chip bags were like explosions, running water like a hurricane, the coffee machine like a dying robot screaming for mercy.
But Derek? Derek he wanted to learn.
The first week after activation, Stiles spent hours sitting with Derek on the couch, legs tangled, processor turned on, eyes fixed on Derekâs mouth as he spoke.
Derek would say simple things first, low and slow, giving Stiles time to put meaning to the sound.
âThis is my voice,â heâd say, soft and patient.
And Stiles would listen, memorizing the rumble of it - deep, warm, like thunder muffled by distance.
Heâd close his eyes sometimes and try to hear without reading lips, letting Derek repeat:
âDerek.â
âHale.â
âStiles."
âBaby.â
That last one always made Stiles flush, even when it came out warped and buzzing. Because it was Derekâs voice, saying it about him, and even if it didnât yet sound the way Derek felt, Stiles was determined to learn it.
Some days were good. Some felt like torture.
A barking dog could send him spiraling. A dropped fork could make him rip the processor off so fast he nearly flung it across the room. And crowds? Crowds were the hardest. Too many voices layered on top of each other, all sharp edges and no clarity.
The first time Stiles broke down, it was in the middle of the grocery store.
He had lasted five minutes before the clatter of carts, the buzz of freezers, and the chatter of people crashed together into a storm he wasnât ready for. His vision blurred. His hands shook.
He yanked the processor off his ear and pressed it to his chest, panting.
Derek appeared instantly, stepping into Stilesâ space like a shield.
He didnât speak. Didnât sign right away either.
He simply placed his hand over Stilesâ heart, applying gentle pressure, grounding him. Stiles leaned into him, forehead to Derekâs collarbone, breathing in the familiar cedar warm scent.
When Stiles finally lifted his hands, he signed with trembling fingers
Too much. Too loud. I canât.
Derek nodded and signed back, Okay. Letâs go home. Silence is okay.
And that became the rhythm.
Some days Stiles woke up and kept the processor on for hours, learning the world piece by piece.
Some days he wore it only long enough to hear Derek say âgood morning,â then turned it off again, retreating to the soft, safe quiet heâd known his whole life.
Derek never made him feel guilty.
He only ever signed, Your choice. Your pace. Iâm here.
And Stiles loved him a little more every time.
âąâąâąâąâąâą
Speech therapy was humbling.
Stiles had to learn how to shape sounds heâd never heard before, how to control volume, how to place his tongue and breath. He hated how clumsy he felt, how wrong his voice sometimes sounded, how heâd start speaking and immediately wince at the unfamiliar vibrations in his throat.
But Derek made it better.
Every night, Derek would sit cross legged on the bed, wearing the soft, too big t-shirt Stiles loved, and theyâd practice.
Stiles would touch Derekâs throat as he spoke, feeling the vibration.
Derek would touch Stilesâ in return, guiding him gently.
They tried easy words first. âHi.â âOkay.â âMore.â âHome.â
Derek never corrected harshly. Never rushed him.
And always, always smiled when Stiles got frustrated, leaning forward to kiss the furrow between his brows until Stiles melted.
Still, there was one phrase Stiles saved. One he practiced in secret in the bathroom, whispering it to the mirror with the water running, trying to get every syllable right.
It needed to be perfect.
He needed it to be perfect.
It happened on a quiet night, four months after activation.
The two of them were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over their legs, a dim lamp glowing warm beside them. Stiles had spent the whole day with his processor out, needing the silence after an especially overwhelming morning.
He only put it on now because he wanted to hear Derek read aloud a book Stiles had memorized years ago, but which sounded completely different when read in Derekâs steady, rumbling voice.
Derekâs hand stroked absently along Stilesâ back as he read. Stiles leaned into him, peaceful, content.
And then, during a quiet pause, Stiles shifted, sitting up a little straighter.
Derek blinked. âYou okay?â
Stiles nodded.
He took Derekâs hand, lifted it, and placed it over his heart.
Then he mouthed the words first, the way he always had, just to steady himself.
Then he said them.
âI⊠love⊠you.â
The words were soft, a little unsteady, but unmistakable.
Derek froze.
His breath hitched hard enough that Stiles heard it, felt it, too, in the tremor of Derekâs chest. Derekâs eyes went glassy in a way Stiles had never seen. His mouth parted like he didnât know how to speak anymore.
Then the tears came.
Silent, stunned tears sliding down Derekâs cheeks as he pulled Stiles into a crushing embrace, burying his face in Stilesâ neck.
Stiles smiled, trembled, and whispered it again, firmer this time, his lips brushing Derekâs ear.
âI love you.â
Derek shook with it.
He pulled back only enough to frame Stilesâ face in his hands, thumbs brushing tear tracks Stiles hadnât realized were his own.
âYou-â Derekâs voice broke. âGod, Stiles. Your voice. Hearing you say that. I just-â
Stiles leaned in.
Kissed him slow.
When he pulled back, he signedâŠ
It was worth learning for you.
And Derek, who had always been so careful, so gentle, so endlessly patient, held Stiles like he was something miraculous.
From the bathroom came sounds of the guy brushing his teeth. Stiles rubbed the fifty dollar bill between his fingers and felt cheap. "Dude, I'm not taking your money."
The guy spat and turned the faucet on. "Take the money. You said you lived in Queens last night? Who the hell lives in Queens."
The fifty seemed gritty in his fingers, but he put it in the back pocket of his ridiculously tight jeans, anyway. That was, like, a five-hour shift at the coffee shop where he worked, Common Grounds, with tips. "And don't call me 'dude,'" the guy continued, turning off the faucet. "I'm not your college bro. It's Derek."
Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 68.3 k | completed
Summary:
âYouâre late,â Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.
And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, âNo, Iâm Stiles.â
The look he got couldâve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derekâs muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.
âYouâre not funny,â Derek informed him coldly.
Stiles shrugged. âI think thatâs a matter of opinion.â
Moonstruck by WhoGeek
Sterek | 5.9 k | completed
Summary:
Derek doesn't trust witches, even if they smell like they belong. Even if they seem to actually care about other magical beings. He's had too many dealings with the witch who used to live in the area and who seemed to delight in bringing pain to others.
even a bad cup of coffee (is better than no coffee at all) by vlieger
Sterek | 13.5 k | completed
Summary:
AU where Derek and Laura stay in New York and open a coffee shop after the fire, and Stiles meets them when he moves there for college.
Of Soulmates, Pseudonyms and Misunderstandings by halcyon1993
Sterek | 10.7 k | completed
Summary:
Ever since he asked his mother why she had his dad's name tattooed on her left wrist, Derek has dreamed of finding his soulmate. There's only one problemâthe name that appears on his wrist on his eighteenth birthday is something he can't even read.
Better Than A Book by dandeliondick
Sterek | 10.1 k | completed
Summary:
Derek was happy with his little life. He was the number one storyteller at the library, a librarian second. He had his own apartment, a small furball named Melon, and a couple plants he hasnât managed to kill. So yes, Derek was happy, dare he say comfortable, which is why the moving truck parked out front was causing him so much grief.
Stiles was needing change and when a new apartment close to his job and regular gig spot he takes it. He's happy working at the Port Side Roast during the day and playing music at night, he even has a new houseplant and actual vegetable in his fridge. It was perfectâŠexcept for the neighbor. Or who he assumes is one of his neighborsâŠhe hopes is. Stiles has never seen a more beautiful man in his life even with the downright murder eyebrows. Tall, dark, and handsome just seemed to fall flat when describing the grumpy Adonis in his building.
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A series of misunderstandings followed by meddling friends and family might just end up with a love story that would make Scott groan.
Derek Hale is a dreaded customer at Beacon Hills Bakery, but perhaps he's not as terrifying as Stiles has been led to believe.
stress baking by bibliosexual
Sterek | 1.4 k | completed
Summary:
Derek doesnât usually start conversations, but today he feels like making an exception. âAre you okay? This is a lot more baking than usual, even for you.â
âWhat? What do you mean?â Stiles says, dropping his hands to his sides. His face cycles through about five or six different expressions before settling on something thatâs probably trying to say âinnocent and oblivious,â but⊠well. Derek might not know Stiles that well, but he knows Stiles is definitely not either of those things, ever.
âThe cookies,â Derek says slowly. âThat you leave on my doorstep a few times a week while Iâm out on my morning run.â
Stiles glares down at the cookies Derekâs holding like theyâve betrayed him.
âWe donât talk about it,â Derek says slowly, unsure, âbut I thought you knew that I knew it was you."
The Sweetest Sourwolf on Campus by Batwynn
Sterek | 5 k | completed
Summary:
Stiles is the most annoying person Derek's ever met in his entire life.
That's not really an excuse to be such a jerk, but he can't help it, something's weird about this guy.
[College AU. Freshmen Stiles. Werewolves ]
moonstruck by haleofStilesheart
Sterek | 11.1 k | completed
Summary:
For the past few years, Derek has been chasing the most intoxicating scent around Beacon County whenever there's a full moon. When he wakes up one morning half naked and hungry he seeks refuge in a bakery, where he's hit full force by the scent he's been chasing. A scent belonging to the cute baker named Stiles.
Fold In Gently by thepsychicclam
Sterek | 4.1 k | completed
Summary:
Derek is going to kill Cora. Heâs going to kill her numerous times. One death is not enough punishment for what sheâs making him do.
Coraâs making Derek take baking classes.
Christmas Cookies and Pictures with Santa by BloopsieDaisy
Sterek | 26.9 k | completed
Summary:
Baker and Caterer Stiles Stilinski lands the job of catering for the Hale Foundation's annual Christmas Gala. Things get a bit dicey when he finds himself starting to fall for Derek Hale, a photographer and a bit of a black sheep of the Hale family. He also has no desire to take over the foundation like his family wishes. That is until Stiles opens his eyes to all the good his family is brings to the people of Beacon Hills.
let me know (and let me in) by blvkebellamy
Sterek | 7.5 k | completed
Summary:
Stiles was a reasonable guy, usually. Normally, knocking on a strangerâs door and asking to climb on their balcony so he could get to his window because he accidentally locked himself out wouldnât be something heâd ever think of doing. Especially if it was the door of the hot stranger who lived next door and kind of looked like he wanted to kill everyone and burn their apartment complex to the ground. He had the common sense to realise that thatâs probably not the best way to start a friendship-slash-pining-mess-of-a-thing and that if he wanted even a chance to get with his (honestly, unlawfully hot) neighbour, he really shouldnât do this.
However, he was already five minutes late to Lydiaâs birthday brunch and Scott left early so he could get ready with Allison. If he shows up empty handed heâs going to end up not having any hands to be empty with.
In which Stiles is a struggling baker whose main customers are the feisty Hale sisters, and Derek is the reluctant pickup boy for their latest order.
They fall in love.
A Taste of Emerald and Amber by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle
Sterek | 15.6 k | completed
Summary:
Derek had come back to Beacon Hills to reclaim his family's ancestral home. After the fire. After Kate, it was time they took it back. Too bad hunters with an ax to grind followed him. But as it turned out, he had an unlikely ally in all of it. Just as his newly made pack is about to be torn apart, he meets a Fae. Rather, a smart mouthed twenty something with doe eyes, and lips as sharp as sin. Fuck his life.
The Whole Truth by MadcapRomantic
Sterek | 2.7 k | completed
Summary:
Derek gets hit with a curse that causes him to only be able to tell the truth. The rest of the pack thinks it's hilarious, but Stiles sees the way it starts to eat away at Derek, and he can't help but intervene.
Say Aloe To My Little Friend by SassyStarboard
Sterek | 9 k | completed
Summary:
âDo you think we need assistance? Iâm having trouble deciding which would be a good fit for our family.â
âBabeââ
âItâs hard to know, Derek! Adoption is such a difficult task!â
âStiles, if you do not pick one of these cheap-ass three dollar plants in the next thirty seconds, then I will pick for you.â
***
Derek takes Stiles to Home Depot so they can get supplies to finish remodeling their kitchen. Stiles gets sidetracked and attempts to coerce his husband into buying an armyâs worth of plants.
Small Town Logic by Renmackree
Sterek | 36.1 k | completed
Summary:
Derek Hale is the new Deputy of Beacon Hills, hoping to have a fresh start for himself and his son Eli. What he didn't expect was the owner of the coffee shop to turn his existence upside down.
Or
The one where Derek's new to town and thinks that Stiles is in a relationship with Jackson and pines for him.
Turn the lights (turn the lights down low) by orphan_account
Sterek | 3.3 k | completed
Summary:
âIâm not jealous.â
âYou are so totally jealous!â
Once more, the red eyes were snapping up and Stilesâs breaths stalled in his throat. Carefully, he stepped forward, uncrossing Derekâs arms, and the man whined again.
âDerek, what do I smell like?â
âWrong.â
âYes, but what do I smell like?â
âNot⊠mine.â
Eyebrows Are The Windows To The Soul by UnfortunatelyDisastrous
Sterek | 12.9 k | completed
Summary:
Only Stiles can decipher Derekâs eyebrow gymnastics.
Or
Five times Stiles deciphers Derekâs nonverbal communication while everyone else watches on in astonished amusement, then one time heâs called out on it.
just like a paperback novel by princecharmingwinks
Sterek | 5.8 k | completed
Summary:
Stiles works at a cozy bookstore and encounters a series of intriguing customers, each buying books for the same mysterious person. As the puzzle pieces come together, Stiles realizes that the one theyâre all shopping for might just be the hero of his own romance novel.
5 times Stiles meets members of the Hale Pack and the 1 time he meets the Alpha.
Burning For You by MadMim
Sterek | 25.5 k | completed
Summary:
Derek loves every part about being a firefighter except one: the annual charity calendar. That is until the new photographer waltzes into the firehouse. He easily charms every member of the pack but Derek worries about opening up to the human. Still he can't seem to keep Stiles at arms length, the photographer easily worming his way under Derekâs walls and into his heart.
@isthatbloodonhisshirt known formally on ao3 as isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
This is only a small selection of fics they have written and some are my all time favs.
Go check them out on ao3 if you have time, they have so many amazing fics!
Falling For You by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 37.2 k | completed
Summary:
Derek nodded once, reaching for it, all while reminding himself over and over again in his head to thank him with the pun. This was it, this was the moment for him. Stiles would realize heâd understood the pun from yesterday, and would laugh, and Derek would feel relieved, and everything would be great.
His hand closed around the cup and he said, âThanks for the latte.â
Fuck.
Fuck!
Stiles looked startled, eyes dipping down to the drink Derek was now holding, and then back up. âSorry, did youâI thought you wanted a coffee, did you want a latte?â
âNo.â Derek turned his back on him and walked away, resisting the urge to just head straight back to his car to drive off a cliff.
Thanks a latte! The fucking pun was thanks a latte! Not thanks for the latte! Fuck! How had he messed it up so fucking badly?! It was three words!
âThat went well,â Boyd said, catching up with him. Derek just reached out to punch him hard in the arm without even looking.
Not So Boring by Beerwolves, isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 69 k | completed
Summary:
âIt was an accident!â Stiles continued, trying desperately to explain that this was all a huge misunderstanding and that the Demon clearly had to cut him some slack here.
It didnât seem like he would be getting his wish, because the Demonâs annoyance melted into frustrated incredulity and he said dryly, âYou summoned me by accident.â
âYes!â Stiles insisted.
âHow is that even possible? How do you accidentally summon a Demon?â
âYou know, by accident!â Stiles argued.
âSo you accidentally drew the summoning sigil into the floor, and you accidentally had an offering available, and you accidentally stood in the circle while accidentally reading the summoning spell?â the Demon asked dryly.
Okay, well when it was said like that, Stiles could understand the skepticism.
Messages by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 117.7 k | completed
Summary:
âWhen McCall called to say youâd lost your mind, I thought he was fucking with me. It implies you had a mind to lose to begin with.â
âDo you know what this heathen did?!â Stiles demanded, facing Jackson around the side of the board, but pointing his marker backwards towards the apartment across the way.
âI probably donât care,â Jackson admitted, sighing in annoyance.
âHe was watching Star Wars out of order, Jackson! Out. Of. Order! Not like, the original trilogy, then the prequels, then the sequels, oh no! No! He was watching them all willy nilly in whatever order he wanted!â
âThe tragedy,â Jackson deadpanned, coming around the entertainment unit so he was beside Stiles at the whiteboard.
Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 81 k | completed
Summary:
Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derekâs mouth.
âNot too close, he bites.â
Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.
âHe what?â Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.
The man looked a little amused. âDonât worry, only if he doesnât like you.â
âWell, he probably hates me, now!â Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.
He looked extremely displeased.
Walking Dead by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 10.7 k | completed
Summary:
âSo remember back when I used to be the only human in the group, and you joked about how funny it would be if I ended up being something?â
His dad stared at him, looking a little green.
Stiles spread his hands out and wiggled them in a ta-dah motion. âSurprise.â
The sheriffâs mouth opened. Shut. Opened again. âI need to sit down.â
(SNYE - January 17th - Magic Mishaps)
What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 196.1 k | completed
Summary:
âI am not Bella!â he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if heâd been the one to suggest he was. âI am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!â
Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.
âWhat?! What was that sound?!â
âYouâre more of a Mike,â she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.
âWhaââ Stiles had never been so offended in his life! âI am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!â
âMike,â she argued.
âWhoâs Mike?â Scott asked.
âShut up, Scott!â Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.
The Words You Speak by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 3.8 k | completed
Summary:
Stiles just stared at her. âDerekâs a Werewolf, why the hell would he be in the hospital?â
Melissa gave him an odd look, then turned to Scott for help, who looked just as lost. At least it wasnât another one of Stilesâ oblivious moments, though considering Scottâs IQ, it wasnât exactly hard to be down at his level.
Melissa turned back to Stiles, still looking confused. âWhenever Derek has a bad day, he always goes to the postnatal ward at the hospital. He likes being around all the babies, and heâs actually really good with them. The women up there love him, he can get the crying ones to stop in a second. Not sure if itâs a wolf thing or a Derek thing, but itâs very sweet.â
Derek did what now?
âDid you both not know this?â Melissa turned to include Scott in her inquiry. âHeâs been doing this for well over a year, I figured you knew.â
Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 68.3 k | completed
Summary:
âYouâre late,â Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.
And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, âNo, Iâm Stiles.â
The look he got couldâve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derekâs muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.
âYouâre not funny,â Derek informed him coldly.
Stiles shrugged. âI think thatâs a matter of opinion.â
Everyone Needs a Little Mischief in Their Life by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 17.9 k | completed
Summary:
Finally, against his better judgement, and having gone in circles for much too long, he blurted out, âWho is my soulmate?â
The Witch looked disappointed, like heâd fucked up. Like heâd fucked up bad.
But she answered anyway.
âMischief.â
Derek stared at her, not understanding, because what? âThatâs not a name,â he insisted.
âNot exactly, no.â She offered him a small smile.
âI donât understand.â
âYou will."
Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sterek | 58.3 k | completed
Summary:
The wolfâs head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.
Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.
He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teethâso very sharp, good fucking Lord!âand began walking towards Stiles.
âI didnât see anything!â Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. âI swear to you! I didnât see anything! I didnât see anything! I wonât tell anyone! I wonât! Iâll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!â
So When Do I Get To Pledge My Loyalty To The Mob? by RedRidingStiles
Sterek | 10.1 k | completed
Summary:
âAre you my sugar daddy?â Stiles blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth when his brain catches up to his mouth.
The man lets out a soft laugh, making his way around the couch till heâs standing just feet away from Stiles.
Stiles can smell his cologne from here, it smells heavenly, Stiles kinda wants to bury his face into the guy's chest so he can figure out exactly what it is.
âIf thatâs what youâd like to call it.â The man smiles.
Stiles doesnât think he should be allowed to smile like that. All soft and gorgeous and way too pretty to be legal.
Heâs still not convinced any of this is real.
Or
Stiles loses his wallet, someone returns it along with $5,000. Shit keeps coming, Stiles life doesn't make any sense anymore, he's just going with it.
