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taste your beating heart by cnomad (19/19 | 112k+ | M) canon divergent post s3A; stiles POV, spark!stiles; canon typical violence; slow build

something was wrong in beacon hills. derek was halfway across the country when he felt a call to return to his hometown, and somehow stiles had been talked into letting the werewolf stay in his guest bedroom. this could lead to nothing good.

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[hedwig221b]

Hello Hedwig u beautiful soul,

Do u have any recs for ones where Stiles gets turned and Derek helps him through his first shift and/or new instincts/senses

Tysm hope u are well

hiii check out werewolf Stiles and werefox Stiles fic recs

let's see what else stereks have in store

Stiles is My Safe Place by Star_crossed02

Stiles gets bitten by Kali, and after a brief adjustment period, proceeds to co-lead the Hale Pack to defeat the Alpha Pack once and for all. OR What happens when a sassy spark-werefox starts courting an alpha sourwolf?

Room 318 by DaisyBeats

Derek pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down, eyes scanning every detail like he couldn’t decide what to focus on. “What’s going on?” Stiles didn’t answer right away. He looked out the window for a second, his expression tightening, and when he turned back, his voice was quiet. “Bone cancer,” he said. “Osteosarcoma, to be specific. I’m on my first round of chemo. They started it last week.” ~~~~ Derek returns from Mexico and realizes things have gotten much worse since he left.

I've Lived A Better Day by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

When Stiles comes across a rogue Alpha during his first year at Berkeley, the ensuing fight doesn't exactly go his way. He calls an unlikely ally to help him with his transition, and finds out his new pack isn't quite who he might have thought it would be. Stiles is now left with the task of trying to figure out how his old life will fit in with his new, but that is not without its challenges.

Made Not Born by paperyowl 

Stiles had almost died. But he is alive and decidedly still interested in protecting the supernatural balance in Beacon Hills. Only his own position on that scale might have changed: He's no longer human. (Set vaguely after 3B but ignoring everything after.)

hold you as the water rushes in by thebigoblin

A whole house, three stories big in the middle of the Preserve, with rooms and rooms and rooms; Derek's room, spacious, the bed king-sized. And it's just them, sitting so close together they're almost on top of each other. There's no space between them, and Stiles enjoys it. Has been the whole time. It centers his wolf. And that thought centers him. "Oh." OR Stiles goes off to hunt a rogue werewolf alone, gets bitten, and learns a thing or two about life, precisely in that order.

Stiles Must Die by xcaellachx

Diagnosed with Frontotemporal Dementia, Stiles is given 2-6 months to live. He and his father know Scott will give Stiles the bite to cure him. Scott says no. "Stiles must die to maintain the balance." The Sheriff finds a different way.

The bites that changed everything by eruwenvalaeess

Stiles was bitten a few days ago and now he's feeling hot, too hot. Neither him nor Lydia know what to do, but she can think of one person who may know: Derek.

Betrayal/Survival by nothing_much

So, going to the grocery store, and waking up a werewolf wasn't really what he had bargained for. Scott had been less than a friend for a long time. But just walking up to him and bite him wasn't really expected, or wanted.

Oh, Alpha of Mine 

When the alpha came for him, it was at the library. But Stiles had never wanted the bite.

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[hedwig221b]

hii do u know of any deputy derek fics ?

tysm n i love ur fics !!!

it pains me to make this rec list but okay

There is always a version of you and me. by DropsOfAddiction

Derek’s eyes narrow and Stiles knows he’s fucked up royally, because between one heartbeat and the next, Derek’s pinning him down with one hairy, strong arm. He practically crawls his way up Stiles’ body, as Stiles scrambles back on the couch to get further away from him, still raising the bowl of candy above his head. Derek, with a huff of victory finally gets level with Stiles’ face. He reaches up for the bowl again but where Derek’s strong, Stiles is gangly, and it’s still just out of Derek’s reach. Stiles shoves Derek’s elbow out from under him and he collapses down on top of Stiles with a surprised oomph. “Can’t get me Derek, I’m the whacky, inflatable arm waving-man,” Stiles laughs delightedly, right in Derek’s face. Derek’s really close face. His incredibly handsome, stubbly face, a face that is inches away from his own face. Fuck balls.

Small Town Logic by Renmackree

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.

Wrong Number, Right Man by DaisyBeats

Jackson deletes all of Stiles contacts from his phone and when Stiles texts him, threatening bodily harm, he texts the wrong number. Enter Deputy Stranger Danger.

CSI: Beacon Hills by Jerakeen 

Back when Stiles was in high school Beacon Hills didn't have a crime lab, because they simply didn't need one. Those were the days.

Perfect Star That Hid by thebigoblin

He turns his hand— It’s not bare, anymore. His wrist — it has a name. His soulmate’s name. He stares. And stares and stares because what the hell. This has to be a joke, right?

I'd Do Anything (for you) by LadySlytherin

Nearly two years after being possessed by the Nogitsune, Stiles is still trying to get a handle on things. Away at college, he feels more stable; more settled. But at home in Beacon Hills for summer break after his Freshman year at UC Berkeley, he is once again plagued by nightmares. The thing is, Void left behind a thousand years worth of information in Stiles' head. Information that Stiles is slowly realizing can help undo some of the damage that was done to Beacon Hills. Between bodies once again turning up in Beacon Hills and an increasingly close relationship with Derek Hale, Stiles has a lot on his plate. Factor in a talking tree, a sacred duty to the land, and some dead/not-dead drama, and Stiles is about to have one Hale of a summer.

Why deja-vu is a dangerous thing by MsCee

When something makes his new deputy seize up like only true love can, John Stilinski is prepared tease the ever-living hell out of him. He’s prepared to look up and see some pretty girl with a bit of an edge, with a loud laugh and a bright smile that could coax even his sullen deputy out of his frown. What he’s not prepared for is to look up and see a very familiar face ambling towards his desk.

Wondering If You Knew (I Was Enchanted to Meet You) by crossroadswrite

For the tumblr prompt: I just banged my boss’ son. The one that Sherriff Stilinski said was his pride and joy. Oh goodness… I banged my boss’ pride and joy?! . “Did you ask for his number?” Derek remains quiet, sips his tea carefully not to burn his tongue, taps his thumb twice against the warm ceramic mug. “Are you kidding me? How do you meet your possible future husband and not ask for his number! Derek what the hell?” "Why didn’t you ask for his number? Is he in a relationship? Is he a hunter? You better have a good explanation Derek Hale or I swear to all that is holy I’m calling mom and telling her to disown your ass.” “I didn’t have a chance.” “Bullsh-“ “I didn’t have a chance to ask before he offered it to me,” he interrupts and has to duck away from a small bench, hiding his grin behind his sparkly green mug.

Somnio by vexmybones

'It's the sound of angry fists banging on his door that wakes him. Groggily he stumbles out of bed, pulls on sweats that he's pretty sure aren't his, and nearly breaks his neck trying to navigate the stairs. When he manages to jerk the door open he comes face to face with one very pissed off Alpha. And his dad. They're both in uniform.'

Word By Word by Cobrilee

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable. Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm. Are you 18?

forever and then some by EvanesDust

After overhearing that the cute guy at the counter had been stood up, Derek stepped in, pretending to be his date. It led to one of the most amazing nights he’d ever had. Too bad the guy was Stiles Stilinski, omega son of Sheriff Stilinski, Derek’s new boss. Stiles's night with Derek ended with a lot of awkwardness, so his friends set him up on another blind date. They probably meant well, except his date turned out to be none other than Beacon County’s newest deputy, Derek Hale. …or the one where a failed hookup somehow led to more.

need you tonight (and always) by EvanesDust

On his way home from work, Stiles's Jeep broke down. Which normally wouldn't have been a problem, except his heat was two weeks early, so he needed to get home. Now. Fortunately, Deputy Derek came to his rescue—in more ways than one.

Outbid the Cougars by justanotherbusyfangirl

Stiles hasn't been home to Beacon Hills in over a decade, and of course after a day of traveling Noah makes him stay up to go to the annual Sheriff's Department Fundraiser for everyone to see him. Stiles has a good time, though, seeing a lot of old familiar faces and one new one - a particularly handsome face that he ends up saving from the town's cougar population.

Ain't Nothing so Good as the Cake and Eating it by sofonisba_found

Derek thinks he's doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family's concerns he remains adamant that he doesn't need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

Again and Again (You've Got My Heart) by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

“You know,” Stiles grumbled as he made his way past a Chevy that was already a relic back in the 70s, “I thought this would be my year. The year I’d get to celebrate Valentine’s Day the way I’m supposed to.” Or: Five times when Stiles and Derek spend Valentine’s Day with members of the pack. And one time when they (finally) spend it alone.

so now you've got the best of me (come on and take the rest of me) by mangotangos

"It doesn't matter how hot Derek is, how Stiles barely comes up to his shoulders or how Derek's hands could probably fit really snugly around his waist. None of it matters, because he's basically a glorified babysitter for the foreseeable future and Stiles wants him out. Operation annoy Deputy Derek Hale into leaving begins now." ~or, the one where Stiles' dad hires Deputy Derek to be Stiles' bodyguard, Stiles hates him on principle and then 2 seconds later falls in lust (and love) and tries to seduce him into bed with his sexual prowess.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!” Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her. “What?! What was that sound?!” “You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder. “Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!” “Mike,” she argued. “Who’s Mike?” Scott asked. “Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

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[beyond-themist]

Stiles loves when people underestimate him. It's his thing. Oh, poor human me! Oh, I'm just a teenage boy! Oh, whatever shall I do when faced with danger! I'm just a skinny little human! Silly me! Look at me joking and laughing and making witty sarcastic comments!

He's the only son of a wildly protective single father who also happens to be the sheriff of the town. You think stiles doesn't know how to escape from all sorts of binds and cuffs and scenarios and doesn't know a shit ton of self defense and how to fucking shoot. HIS FATHER'S THE SHERIFF!!!! HIS BABYSITTERS ALL HIS LIFE HAVE BEEN DEPUTIES!!!! HE CAN BREAK INTO AND OUT OF THE STATION FOR FUN!!!

But he'll play the damsel in distress weak human as long as it works in his advantage.

I'm a bamf!Stiles truther for life

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TEEN WOLF 5.17, A Credible Threat

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[hedwig221b]

Hi!! Hope you’re doing well :)

Do you have any fic recs that have stiles’ name as Mieczyslaw or have his dad calling him mischief when he’s a kid? Not just the acknowledgment that stiles isn’t his real name but like fics that actually show his name and have people go “bro what???”

Hi! Hope you're doing good, too!

What's In a Name? by Rose235b

Derek finds a Polish baby names book and decides that his new goal in life is finding out Stiles' real name through trial and error.

Wake Up, Stiles

The pack finds out Stiles’ best kept secret: his real name.

What's In A Name? by AsagiStilinski

Stiles knew he wasn't human, and to be honest, he had known for a long time, he just had never been able to bring himself to admit it before... but now highschool was over, and he was determined to find out what he was, no matter where the journey would take him And it took him alright, it took him across the country, gave him information about his family and town histories, reunited him with an old freind, and forced him into an even bigger mystery (And he also had to deal with that stalker who wanted to have his babies but that's not important right now)

Everyone Needs a Little Mischief in Their Life by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Finally, against his better judgement, and having gone in circles for much too long, he blurted out, “Who is my soulmate?” The Witch looked disappointed, like he’d fucked up. Like he’d fucked up bad. But she answered anyway. “Mischief.” Derek stared at her, not understanding, because what? “That’s not a name,” he insisted. “Not exactly, no.” She offered him a small smile. “I don’t understand.” “You will.”

Mieczyslaw Stilinski

He slowly turns around and looks at the thick paper in my hand. "Is that my birth certificate?" Or where Derek wants to know Stiles' name and it takes him a few tries to get it right. Kind of based of Sherlock when he's guessing John's middle name.

Say My Name by Dagontherocks, Desmenn

"Was that Polish?" Derek repeated, eyes glued on Stiles. He took another step into the room. Stiles tilted his head in confusion, his heart beginning to pound for an entirely different reason. "Yes, why?" he answered slowly. Derek's eyes flashed a brilliant yellow before he snapped his gaze up to meet Stiles. "Can we talk? Alone," he pressed out. Stiles just nodded dumbly, following in bewilderment as Derek hurried up the staircase and into his room. "If this is about me calling your sisters whores, it was just a joke," he began as the door swung closed. "You called my sisters whores?" he asked in confused amusement. Stiles scoffed and looked away. "No, I didn't call them anything," he lied. Derek didn't reply, just peered at the boy intensely. After a moment of silence Stiles started to squirm.

Of Soulmates, Pseudonyms and Misunderstandings by halcyon1993

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 problem—the name that appears on his wrist on his eighteenth birthday is something he can't even read.

Marked by Verya

The name of a person's soulmate appears on their skin, in that person's handwriting, at the age of twenty. Derek has been wondering for the past several years, what kind of name is Mieczyslaw?

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[hedwig221b]

Hey I truly love your fics and your recs, this request may seem a little niche but do you have/know of any fics where Derek and stiles can hear each others thoughts?

Hi! Let's see

Think To Me, Like Lovers Do by clotpolesonly

A cursed amulet forces Derek to hear everyone's thoughts. He doesn't much like what he hears, at least until Stiles comes to rescue him from starvation.

In my mind by Derles

Stiles become a telepath after an incidence where he almost gets killed by a rabid werewolf running around Beacon Hills. He starts to listen in on people’s thoughts, and it’s very funny. But then he hears what Derek is thinking of doing to him. Stiles decide to tease Derek, bending over and listening to his thoughts. Stiles realize that although his new powers are great for spying on his friends, they are also a great way for him to be helpfull to the pack.

Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout) by mirrorkill

Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he's getting the brunt of this week's insanity. There's a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom's setting up his sister with his new boss's cute son. There's some guy talking in his head. Oh, and his heat kicks in, four months too early. Also: he's pretty sure cell phones are the worst thing on the planet. This is Derek Hale's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. All he wants is to enjoy his new apartment in peace. But you can't always get what you want. And if he tries real hard, will the voice in his head help him get what he needs?

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) by yodasyoyo

Stiles is six years old when he first hears Derek's voice in his head. Or what happens if you have a soulmate bond, in a universe where soulmate bonds don't exist?

Elsewhere by kaistrex (weishen)

Yo, Sourwolf, grab me a beer. “Get your own goddamn beer,” Derek says without looking up from his book. Stiles’ heartbeat skyrockets, snapping Derek out of his daze. “What’s wrong?” he asks, swinging his legs round to sit up, his instincts calling for claws. He frowns at Stiles’ wide eyes. “If this is because I told you to get your own beer—” That isn’t why. Derek opens his mouth to hurry him to elaborate, but Stiles is looking back at him with sparkling eyes, his own mouth firmly closed. You can hear me, right? - Derek decided when Stiles was away at college that he'd finally make a move when Stiles graduated and came home. With the opportunity comes hesitation, not wanting to mess with the dynamics of the pack. He'd never expected a spot of telepathy to enter the equation.

devil town by seaweedwater

Nine months after Stiles underwent the change and became a vampire, he suddenly gains the ability to read minds, and the cosmic bond between him and Derek allows them to telepathically communicate with each other. But, nothing that cool ever comes for free.

Private Fears in Public Places by obriensbetch 

Scott thinks everything bad that happens to his brother is endlessly amusing. He has also expressed that apparently he takes everything “far too seriously" and that he needs to learn to laugh at himself. Stiles ignores his brother's suddenly sage advice, in favor of silently cursing his luck and inevitable fate. Although, of course, he knows he has not been singled out by the universe to be literally assigned a future, as if he were born in the nineteenth century, he can't help resenting that he was unluckily one of the two in every hundred.

Can You Hear Me? by Icylightning

In a world where you have a telepathic connection with your soulmates. You find them when both say the same words at the same time. FBI agent Derek Hale is assigned an undercover mission with an intern FBI agent Stiles Stilinski. None of them expected to find out they were soulmates right in the middle of the mission.

i got you on my mind by nicotinedaydream

"Are you Stiles?" Stiles groans. He admits it is fairly immature, but fuck it. He hates his life right now. He wishes everyone would just go away. "No. I'm not. I'm 'Leave Me Alone'," he gripes, pulling at his hair aggressively. He hears the person snort. He looks up, nostrils flaring. "Seriously, dude. Leave me the fuck alo—" His brain just—stops. Warranted, it never does that. But this stranger is beyond-this-universe level of hot. Dark black hair, light yet murky grey-green-brown-blue (what the fuck???) eyes, jawline that could give him a paper cut if he touched it, and bulging arm muscles under the tight-knitted maroon sweater the guy is wearing. He coughs, swallows, tries to not make a fool of himself. "Actually, yes. I am Stiles. How may I service you—fuck! I mean, how may I be of service?" He face-palms. Epic. Fail.

My Thoughts Are Not My Own by literaryoblivion

Derek himself feels completely normal and had forgotten about any gifts or spells bestowed on him until he’s sitting outside the Sheriff’s station. He gets out of the car and has the thought that he desperately wants curly fries, no cheese fries, no chili cheese fries, NO CHILI CHEESE CURLY FRIES. He freezes in the parking lot, a little confused by his own thoughts. He’s craved fries, sure, but he’s pretty sure he would never have the thought to get chili cheese curly fries. It sounds like something Stiles would want, if he’s being honest.

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i love it when Stiles gets slut shamed. its so important to me for some reason lmfao its a very pointed and specific type of hurt that i like to put Stiles in 😅

like yes lose your virginity and get shamed for it by the people closest to you because the one who took it is someone they don’t like.

let’s have Hunters roaming the streets and learning what you’ve done and now they look at you like you’re disgusting but at the same time they won’t leave you alone and try to use it to their advantage. to get leverage on you, your dad and on Derek.

Scott keeps giving him the stink eye because are you serious??? Derek? of all people? really? Scott doesn’t outright say it but it’s obvious he finds him pathetic because of course the only reason Derek did it was to get back at him. he just used Stiles to do it.

so of course his dad finds out and grounds him. he tries not to be mean about it but it’s obvious he doesn’t get it. he finds it kind of gross. why would you do that Stiles i thought you liked that Lydia girl. maybe he wouldn’t mind so much if it was a boy more his own age. less dangerous. less the talk of the fucking town. because now its all people are yapping about.

the sheriff’s kid and Derek Hale.

Stiles is viewed as a kid and now he’s apparently sleeping around. with a man, no less. he’s not a kid anymore. he’s a sexual object. so it’s open season.

he gets mocked and teased mercilessly at school, it borders on bullying and sexual harassment. Stiles isn’t popular, no one had thought of him as a sexual being before so now that he is, it’s obvious that he’s a slut (high school logic).

Scott is mad as hell but not just on Stiles’ behalf but also because the attention Stiles is getting is rubbing off on him and he hates it.

Allison corners Stiles at school and tries to warn him about Derek. about how he’s not what he says he is, about how Stiles needs to stay away from him. that if he does, things would eventually go back to normal. her clear disdain during the whole thing is almost funny to Stiles.

a few days later, he’s at the gas station putting in gas in the jeep after dark, when a black suv pulls up and Chris Argent is in it along with other men Stiles doesn’t know. they all get out of the suv and Stiles clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes but his stomach knots itself with nerves.

he’s had it with this. he’s had it with being made to feel like some kind of whore for losing his virginity to Derek fucking Hale. Derek Hale who hasn’t returned a single one of his calls or text since, by the way. hasn’t showed up at his window once either.

so even Derek himself is making him feel like a slut, like he’s been used and played, exactly like Scott said and it hurts. it hurts so bad even if it shouldn’t.

Chris and his men surrounds him and Stiles ignores them. they’ll leave him alone if he keeps ignoring them.

Chris walks up closer, kind of too close for comfort and asks Stiles if he’s seen Derek lately. Stiles’ hand on the nozzle tightens and he refuses to answer, he just keeps watching the numbers go up on the pump.

one of the other men speak up and asks Stiles how many time he’s slept with Derek and Stiles whips his head around to glare at him.

another one ask crassly if he let Derek come inside of him and Stiles abruptly stops the pump. he pulls the nozzle out of the jeep and quickly gets it back in the pump and makes his way on fast feet to the convenience store to pay so he can get the fuck out of here.

the men follows him, Chris right behind him and Stiles’ heart hammers in his chest, feeling like he’s going to get taken or something. he barrels into the store and backs away from the door quickly. the men and Chris doesn’t come in but they’re not going away either. they stay put, waiting for him.

Stiles looks at the young cashier, clear alarm on his face and the young man gives him a pitying look. Stiles’ cheeks burn with shame and gets pissed at himself for it.

he pays for his gas and leaves the store like a tornado. slams the door open and it swings back and almost hits one the men on the way, the guy having to quickly move out of the way.

Chris keeps pace with him as he hurries back to his jeep and ask again if he’s seen Derek lately, of so when exactly. does Stiles understand how important this is?

Stiles scoffs at that and Chris grabs him by the arm harshly, stopping him from walking entirely and Stiles’ eyes widens and he instinctively pulls on his arm to free himself but Chris just holds him tighter and Stiles starts panicking.

“This isn’t a fucking laughing matter, Stiles.” Chris hisses in his face and Stiles struggles harder to free himself, chest tightening.

“Have you seen him or not? Where is he?” Christ asks, voice rising.

Stiles has done his best to ignore him, to ignore them all but he’s panicking and he wants to get the fuck out of here.

“I don’t know! Okay?! Now let me go, you fucking psycho!” Stiles shouts back, grabbing Chris’ wrist and pulling on it to make him let go.

“I find that hard to believe, Stiles. You let him fuck you. Wolves are loyal creatures.” Chris states matter of factly, eyes hard and cold.

some of the men around laugh at Chris’ words and Stiles’ face warms with shame some more.

he refuses to say anything else, just keeps looking at Chris with a defiant look on his face even though his chest is tight with panic and he’s on the verge of hyperventilating.

Chris pulls him in by the grip on his arm, bringing him close, too close and Stiles plants his feet in a little but it’s no use. Chris gets into his space and speaks directly into his ear.

“becoming a wolf’s bitch has consequences, Stiles. I’m sure you’re starting to realize that.”

the words leave him stunned for a moment but then he’s so angry, he shoves at Chris, who lets his arm go and he shoves him again, even harder.

the men around them all take a few steps closer but Chris lifts a hand to stop them from coming any further.

Stiles’ chest rises and fall rapidly and he goes to rub his arm that’s throbbing with pain.

“fuck you. all of you! i won’t tell you shit. now unless you’re planning to torture me for information i DON’T EVEN HAVE, i’m leaving.” Stiles says stiffly and resumes his way back to the jeep.

Chris and the men all stand there and watch him leave like the fucking crazy psychos they are.

Stiles barely manages to get himself home before the panic attack hits him. after, he’s exhausted and feeling more raw than he has in a very long time, he calls Derek again for what feels like a hundred times since that night.

it goes to voicemail again and Stiles leaves a message.

“you’ve got to call me back, Derek. i’m not fucking playing, okay? i get it if you don’t want to be together like that but Derek… Chris Argent cornered me. he’s looking for you… he thinks i know where you are. him and his guys asked really shitty questions and i… Derek i can’t do this alone. they all think i’m… i’m a whore or something. Derek, i’m not your whore or your bitch or anything like that…right? it’s like i’m losing my fucking mind. please just call me back… let me know you’re okay at le-”

the beep indicating his time ran out rings out and he hangs up. he doubts Derek will call back. he’s starting to suspect that maybe Derek is staying away precisely to keep him… well. not safe exactly but to wait things out but it’s obviously not fucking working. not for Stiles anyway.

fucking asshole. he knew having sex with him would be a bad idea but Stiles couldn’t resist. Derek couldn’t either. or at least that’s what it had looked like and felt like. it had been building, the tension between them. they both always almost fucking die together. and so it just sort of… happened. it had been rather quick and really intense. Derek left before Stiles could even string two thoughts together again. and then all hell broke loose.

Stiles goes to bed. he tries to sleep but he just keeps tossing and turning. not even the sound of the heavy rain that starts hitting the roof can lull him to sleep. he can’t really wrap his head around the clusterfuck that became his life.

there’s a small creak coming from his doorway, the one Stiles knows means there’s someone standing there. Stiles gasps and sits up in bed, heart hammering in his chest and finds Derek right there, wet and dripping, breathing hard.

Stiles scrambles out of bed and throws a pillow at him. Derek catches it with one hand and holds onto it tightly.

“Where the FUCK have you been?!” Stiles whisper shouts at him because it’s the middle of the night and you don’t actually shout in the middle of the night.

“How could you do that?! leave like that and then just completely ignore me?! do you know how fucked up it’s been? huh? my best friend hates me, my dad can barely look at me, people at school are being jerks and now fucking psycho hunters are cornering me at gas stations asking after YOU and calling me your bitch and saying nasty shit…. i should have never… if i had known you’d just disappear like that i would have never let you…”

Stiles barely breathes during all of that and somehow at some point tears filled his eyes and some escaped, rolling down his cheeks that he kept wiping away angrily.

Derek stays impassive during his tirade but his eyes are fixed onto his face. When he stops speaking, Derek’s eyes drop to his arm where Chris held him. Where Stiles knows there’s bruising blooming.

“Why are you all wet.” Stiles says because the silence is stretching and he can’t really handle it.

Derek sighs and it kind of sounds like relief and he enters the bedroom and tosses the pillow back on the bed. Stiles folds his arms across his chest and watches his approach warily.

“i had to wait outside a while and take the back door. Hunters are watching your house.” Derek says without looking at him, eyes still fixed on his arm and goes to grab at it but Stiles moves away.

“what? since when? oh my god, they’re waiting to see if you’re going to show up here.” Stiles says, the truth dawning on him and he resists the urge to go look out of his window to try and locate them out there.

“did they see you? i guess not right?” Stiles asks nervously.

they wouldn’t barge in here to get Derek right? God, what the fuck. but Derek shakes his head and tries again to reach for his arm and Stiles sighs and offers it to him.

Derek carefully takes his arm in one warm hand and brushes his thumb over the hand print bruise forming there.

“It’s fine, it doesn’t even hurt. Chris Argent just has one hell of a fucking grip.” Stiles says a little awkwardly but Derek doesn’t even acknowledge his words.

He keeps brushing his thumb on his skin and fixing the bruise intently and Stiles can’t help but think it’s like Derek is trying to will the bruise away by sheer force of will and it makes him crack a smile.

“You’re not you know.” Derek says quietly after a moment and Stiles hums noncommittally in reply.

“You’re not my whore or my bitch.” Derek says and Stiles’ cheeks warm with embarrassment.

Saying it like that is just. yeah. okay. Derek listened to his voicemail. Stiles tries to pull his arm out of Derek’s hand but Derek tightens his fingers just slightly to keep him from doing so and Stiles sighs.

“what am i then? your plaything? that’s what it feels like anyway.” Stiles can’t help saying but there’s no heat to the words, he just sounds tired.

“no, you’re not my plaything. you’re just mine.” Derek says and looks up, his eyes searching Stiles’ for a moment.

Stiles sputters a little, doesn’t know what to say to that. Derek looks and sounds perfectly serious. what does he even mean by that.

“why did you leave and ignore me if i’m yours?” Stiles asks pitifully and immediately regrets it.

Derek swallows visibly and looks down at his arm again. almost like he’s ashamed. the silence stretches and Stiles is certain he’s going to explode any minute now.

“you may be mine but… it’s taken me some time to accept it.” Derek murmurs then lifts his arm up and bends slightly to brush his lips on the bruise gently.

Stiles’ breath hitches and fidgets in place, his chest fluttering despite himself. he doesn’t even know what Derek means. he doesn’t even know what the hell is going on but Derek is here and his touch is so soft. he said Stiles was his.

“do you.. do you accept it now?” Stiles asks tentatively not even sure if he knows what he’s asking.

Derek hums in assent and nods then presses a kiss to his skin.

“i’m not sure i even know what it means.” Stiles whispers, eyes fixed on Derek’s lip still on his skin.

Derek gives him one more kiss before dropping his arm completely and moving away slightly. Stiles tries not to feel disappointed, tries not to immediately think Derek will leave again without giving him any explanation.

But Derek stays, he slowly takes off his drenched leather jacket and drapes it on Stiles’ computer chair and stays there, turned halfway from him.

“it means that i’m going to talk to Scott then to your dad. it means that i’m going to deal with the Hunters. it means i’m done running.” Derek says softly.

[animentality]

[poppyseed-art]

[melioristicbeast]

Happy belated birthday to @asyndetonic! ♡

Do you guys think that stiles gets a little teary-eyed the first time derek's relaxed enough to fall asleep before him? Because I think he gets a little teary-eyed. He's often shown to be the one to realize the implications and gravity of a situation, especially in regards to information about Derek.

Inspired by their wonderful fic Virginia is for Lovers (heed the warnings!) - set twenty years after season 1, it beautifully navigates Derek's recovery process after a traumatic event and Stiles' burnout from the FBI.

[sparassiss]

sterek as shipping labels

[kiksterekficrecs]

Day 1

There Are No Wolves In California by kitsunequeen - (Rating: G, Words: 7,579)

Hunter!Stiles accidentally hits a wolf with his car and can't bear to leave him in the road to die. It's not till he gets the wolf home that he sees its eyes glow red... ------- Even everyday roadkill is upsetting, but this thing… Moments ago it was probably a majestic beast, and now it’s a mangled pile of soon-to-be rotting flesh. He presses a shaking hand to the only part of its chest left intact, not even thinking about whether it'll give him rabies or some other awful disease.

He’s about to pull back when something even crazier happens.

He realizes the wolf is breathing.

Accidents Happen by Fr333bird  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,532)

Derek is in heat but doesn’t recognize it for what it is. Stiles knows that Derek needs him but he doesn’t know why. The knotting is a surprise to both of them.

“Fuck.” Derek’s breath is hot across his chest where his face is buried. “I’m sorry... I didn’t know... I didn’t realize.” “Didn’t realize what?” Stiles pants into his neck, trying to relax, resisting the urge to try and pull away again. He can feel the unforgiving pressure of Derek’s cock inside him, the tug of where they’re joined. “What the fuck’s the matter with your dick?”

The Lost Wolf Pup by Takara_Phoenix  - (Rating: G, Words: 2,233)

When Derek was just a pup, he once got lost and stuck. A boy with big eyes and a bigger heart saved him and wrapped him up in the boy's red scarf. Derek has treasured that scarf ever since, even when he meets his boy again years later.

If You’re Going Through Hell (Keep Going) by orphan_account - (Rating: T, Words: 48,554)

Stiles thought everything leading up to Allison’s death was hell, but he was wrong. Spending senior year dealing with the pack’s dismissal of him while secretly training to be Deaton’s replacement was hell. Feeling guilty and hating himself for what the Nogitsune did was hell. Being in love with someone who would never love him back was hell. Well, if you’re going through hell, keep going.

Where You Belong by nrnyx - (Rating: Mature, Words: 14,577)

It’s prom time for the students of Windsor Boys Academy and Stiles never dreamed Derek would actually ask him to prom. It's almost too good to be true.

Of Eclipses, Ley Lines, and Full Shift Werewolves by tabbytabbytabby - (Rating: T, Words: 26,981)

Derek has been noticing his control slipping in the days leading up to the Solar Eclipse. When he goes to look over the Hale land with Peter something happens, forcing both him and Peter to shift into full wolves. Stiles finds them, discovering that Derek has been changed into a wolf pup with none of his memories, only able to recognize people by their scent. After a talk with Deaton Stiles discovers there are ley lines in Beacon Hills, specifically on the Hale property, which caused Derek and Peter to shift. Unfortunately for them there's nothing they can do to reverse it except sit and wait. Which is easier said than done when none of the pack can understand why Derek only wants to be around Stiles.

The Hoodie by PersePhonesDreams - (Rating: G, Words: 1,918)

Stiles didn’t mean to keep Derek’s hoodie—really, he didn’t. But the oversized, ridiculously soft thing quickly became his favorite comfort item, a piece of Derek he couldn’t quite let go of. It’s not like Derek would notice anyway... right?

When Derek unexpectedly shows up at Stiles’ window one quiet night, Stiles’ not-so-secret attachment to the hoodie is exposed, leading to a conversation that changes everything.

Cue awkward confessions, teasing smiles, and the realization that maybe Derek doesn’t mind Stiles keeping more than just his hoodie.

the best start to a new year by EvanesDust - (Rating: G, Words: 1,008)

Stiles wished he could be at home with Derek celebrating New Year’s, rather than working. So, he was pleasantly surprised to find Derek at the sheriff’s station, waiting to ring in the New Year with him.

Derek's Kumquat by quackquackcey - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 44,965)

Stiles returns to Beacon Hills after graduating from college and just wants to get laid. Badly. So badly that after his kumquat pick-up line leads to numerous failed attempts, he ends up (accidentally?) propositioning Derek as well, spiraling their relationship into something Stiles never imagined.

Or in other words, a light-hearted smutty, smutty friends with benefits to lovers fic.~

A Thousand Words by inhystereks - (Rating: G, Words: 6,785)

The door to the shop slammed open, causing the glass to shiver angrily and the bell to ring madly. It was a perfect accompaniment to the rumpled countenance of the young man who stood there. His amber eyes locked on Derek, blazing with the fires of hell.

“YOU!” he shrieked, when their eyes met.

Cora, blackmail senses tingling, immediately took several steps away from her brother, whipped out her phone, and started recording.

[depsidase]

[lolbatty]

my hand slipped.