Alright, i need ideas for young Sterek. If you don't mind putting a comment or leaving an ask would be very much appreciated.
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Alright, i need ideas for young Sterek. If you don't mind putting a comment or leaving an ask would be very much appreciated.
Stiles seeks Derek out on the Hale Fire anniversary.
Red Fabric {Young Sterek}
Your prompt: Person B lends their sweater to Person A. When Person A is home, they realize they still have Person B's sweater and find Person B's iPod. Out of curiosity, Person A looks through Person B's music and finds a playlist titled with Person A's name.
P: Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski
Age: 18 & 19
A/N: I forgot to post it here.
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“Dude… just take the damn sweater! Stop being stubborn” Stiles groans as he tried to shove his sweater into Derek's hands, the sick omega
Refusing his friend's request. They've been repeating this little argument since Derek first walked into History, taking a seat next to Stiles and dropping his head onto the table ignoring Mr. Harris words to pick up his head, and that it wasn't nap time. Derek hadn't picked up his head, instead, he made a sound that nearly sounded like a growl. The sound even caught Scott's attention, looking away from Allison to look toward the Omega who sat one row ahead. Stiles kept his eyes down on his notations scribbling away— adding in extra for Derek later. He kept his voice low so Mr. Harris didn't try to give him detention for the simple fact that he spoke.
“Are you okay?” the lanky teenager asked in a low voice. Derek had hummed in response. Not good enough.
“Der” Stiles tried again.
Derek let out a raspy breath shifting his head against the desk to peak towards Stiles, the brunette doing the same— side-eyeing the werewolf. The omega looked like hell, his tan skin was paler— Stiles couldn't even blame that on the season— the cool air in the room being a reminder of the freezing cold outside that is known as winter.
“ ‘mm fine” he mumbles in response.
Stiles snorts, keeping his eyes on the paper. Bullshit.
“Something funny Mr. Stilinski?” Mr. Harris questions
Stiles glanced up at the teacher with a pen in his mouth— when did he get it there? Stiles glances around the room to see everyone looking at him— facing his attention back on the teacher.
“Uh—” the pen drops from his mouth, making a sound against the table— he looks down then back up real quick to do a one-over when his brain comes to a halt.
“Um… no?”
“Then why did you snort?”
“Cause I farted— what else?” He asked his expression mocking a duh look mixed with ‘are you stupid?’ Look.
Derek made a low strangled sound. Scott covered his mouth while ducking his head. Stiles twisted in his seat to turn and look at Allison who was sitting with Scott and behind Stiles.
“Forgive me Ms. Argent for passing gas, is that nose okay?” Stiles asks dramatically.
Allison pressed her lips together trying her best to hide her smile as she just nodded at Stiles. Stiles smiles brightly, turning back to the teacher. Mr. Harris stares at Stiles then sighs— deciding not to argue with the lanky boy today.
For once.
Now, back to what’s wrong with the sourwolf.
Stiles found out in second period Art what was wrong with his friend.
“Sick? you’re sick. How the—.”
“Breathe Bambi,” Derek declared as his hand moved in strokes on the canvas.
Stiles takes a second or two to breathe and then speak.
“I thought werewolves couldn't get sick?”
“Bitten one can't, born can. We're still Humans Stiles, just grow extra hair on a full moon” Derek spoke in a low tone.
Was— did he— did Derek unintentionally make a joke to Stiles on the last part? nevermind that he'll go back to that later.
“But how— dude are you—”
“Stiles what are you—” The back of Stiles's hand touches the omega's cheek, Derek's droopy eyes widening a bit at the contact of Stiles's cool skin against his face. Before the sick wolf can even consider leaning into the touch of Stiles' warmth— which he will blame on his sickness— Stiles pulls away.
“Dude— you're cold, you, Derek Hale who is usually built like a real-life heater are cold!” Stiles stresses out, Derek didn't need to look at the lanky teen to see what type of face he was making.
“Take my—”
“No.”
“But—”
“No.”
“Derek—”
“Stiles.”
“My sweater is better!”
“No, I'm already wearing my leather jacket” Derek declines, pushing down the feeling of accepting the human request— the excuse of Derek wearing his close friend's sweater and smelling his scent for the rest of the day was tempting– but he wasn't going to. He was sick, those little ticks were all a part of his cold.
The want to lean into the cool touch, the want to accept the sweater, the want to be even closer to Stiles and bury his face deep into his friend's neck and take in his scent till his mind is dizzy with the smell of Stiles.
Roasted hazelnuts with the lingering smell of black coffee and medication—Adderall.
“And clearly it's not keeping you warm enough if you caught a cold Derek”
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Which leads to now— they were in third-period gym playing dodgeball, Derek weak on his feet— stubborn and very human Stiles still arguing with the Hale boy over his sweater as balls were being thrown at them.
“Come on—“
“Duck!”
Stiles dodges barely fast enough from the flying ball that hit the wall hard, Derek glares at the culprit that threw the ball— Tyler Johnson.
“Johnson!” He barks picking up one of the red balls that landed by his feet throwing it towards the brunette hitting him in the stomach making the other teen wheeze sinking to his feet, Stiles winches at the site.
“Derek—.” Derek grabs Stiles by the front of his shirt yanking him towards himself— making the lanky human not get hit by a ball.
“Stiles focus—.”
“Take my sweater and I will!”
“Stiles it’s cold outside-.”
“I’ll wear your leather jacket— just take the damn sweater you stubborn—.”
Bonk!
A ball gently hits Stiles in the head, the pale teen blinks a couple of times. Staring— staring at Derek who had pulled him close to him with a ball in his hand and with enough force hit him in the forehead with it. Stiles looked at the omega as if he committed a crime, his mouth opening and closing— Derek catching a ball before it hit him in the face.
“Did you—“
Derek gives him the famous Hale smirk.
“Got to sit down Stilinski”
Stiles gasp, then looked over to Scott who just shrugged his shoulders.
“You little…”
“Go.”
Was that even allowed!?.
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“I look stupid” Derek mumbled as he tugged at the red fabric that hugged his body, Stiles' sweater was loose but also fitted tight around the werewolf’s sick frame. He wore the cuffs of the sleeves over his palms looking down as the two walked down the hall— Stiles fixing Derek’s leather jacket around his body, patting the pockets filling his curiosity that can sometimes be dangerous.
“You look nice in red sourwolf I don’t see the reason to complain” Stiles says in a tone that can let anyone know he’s not paying attention to his words.
“That’s not— not that pocket Stiles”
Stiles stops his hand barely above the chest pocket looking at Derek while they walked down the hallway as the last bell rang.
“What’s in it?”
“Just don’t touch it”
Stiles nods moving his hand away shoving them in the pockets walking in silence.
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Tags: @cowandcalf
STEREK FIC: I’m Hunting on the Night // AU WOLVES PG-13 (1/1) ✭✭✭✭✭
Stiles is the unfortunate wolf that gets into some trouble during his moon cycle. Derek is the hapless hunter that finds him. Or, the one where Stiles steps in a bear trap and has to be rescued.
He wants to tell Derek that. He wants to tell Derek everything - and as scary a thought as that is, it’s also incredibly right, like, why wouldn’t he want to tell Derek these things? It seems kind of crazy that he’s waited this long, that he hasn’t come running through the mountains to seek Derek out sooner and talk his ear off about what it’s like growing up among people who turn every few months into giant balls of fur, the fighting over the best chew toys in the playpen when he was still litter mates with Scott and Jackson, and how he was terrified of his first cycle because there were stories of how you could lose yourself completely in the overwhelming haze of sensory input.
The fear of rejection stings, so he doesn’t think about it. Derek will understand. He has to; Stiles needs him to. And if he doesn’t - which he won’t - then Stiles has nothing but time to convince him otherwise.
Derek’s eyes flick in his direction and Stiles stops breathing. Those eyes are undiscovered levels of intense and Stiles wants so badly to roll on his back and expose his soft belly, give his throat, and beg for something - anything, so long as it’s Derek giving it. He whines, quiet and pitiful. He doesn’t even realize he’s started to shake until Derek is suddenly by his side, running a soothing hand over his neck and back and murmuring quietly over the crackling pops of the firewood.
“Don’t make me leave,” Stiles says. “I don’t want to. When this is over, don’t make me go.”
Derek’s concerned frown only deepens at his distressed noises. Stiles crawls into his lap, against that inviting warmth, and hides. He’s always been a huge advocate of ignoring problems until they disappear, so a part of him childishly hopes that somehow forgetting about this looming shadow of a disaster will make it vanish like smoke.
Derek Doesn’t Like Pranks [Young!Sterek]
Stiles is 17 as Der is 16
Pre-Relationship [Not Dating Yet]
Mention of Blood
Drabble.
A/N: I genuinely think Derek actually doesn’t like pranks though.
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Derek who’s hugging Stiles hiding his face in the crook of the other teens neck. Stiles gently rubs Derek’s back trying to ignore the pain he felt from how hard Derek was hugging him.
“Come on Sourwolf… it was funny.” Stiles tries to poke a little fun at. Feeling guilty, Derek grip gets tighter popping a knot in the center of Stiles back— a grunt leaving him.
Derek mumbles against Stiles skin, his breath tickling him. To anyone else they wouldn’t have understood what the Teen wolf was saying but luckily Stiles speaks Mumble, especially when it comes to Derek.
‘No it wasn’t.’
Stiles stays quiet for awhile— then sighs.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you would’ve—“
“I didn’t” Derek grits out.
Stiles did a prank for Halloween, Stiles was currently covered fake blood and gashes all over his skin. His completion pale from makeup.
Stupid special effects.
Long story short. Stiles pretended to be dead on the floor after he had called Derek telling him he had something cool to show him.
Stiles has gotten better at his special effect makeup and Derek reaction showed it— a little too well. Stiles won’t tell anyone. But seeing tears in the young werewolves eyes broke him, and the way his voice sounded hurt and furious fucked with stiles more.
Derek wasn’t one of many faces but that face is one he rather not see again as cliché as that sounds.
“You can’t come Stiles” Derek hisses towards the teenager, Stiles scoffs at his friend ripping his metal baseball back from Derek— who so rudely took it from him— “I’m coming weather you like it or not!, we’re a team! The grouch and the spaz team!!. Did you forget? We’re a package deal like Scott and I!” Stiles fought back.
“Stiles why can’t you-”
“Listen for once?. Why do you think?. You’re my friend! And you don’t know me as well as you think you do, if your little werewolf ass thinks I’m just gonna sit by and watch you get hurt!!”
I need a prompt
Husbands
“You punch my husband again I'm trapping you in a circle of mountain ash, got it?.”
Scott nods, not looking at his best friend who had a bleeding nose.
Cora was inside trying to calm her older brother-- Lydia was trying to Calm Laura.
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Inspiration Ian Gallagher.
i like drawing miguel being uncomfortable and awkward
You wish that was you huh?. 😉
“What was that for?...”
“You were freaking out-- I had to calm you down”
“Oh...”
High Stiles
A/N: Small Drabble of my Baby
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“Death sounds sweet” Stiles says high off of anesthesia, Scott and Derek side eye each other.
“Stop making him the bait” Derek says with a withering glare, not happy with the whelp.
“I didn’t use him as bait I would never do that!!.” Scott defends himself, Derek raises a brow.
“Oh?, then where the hell were you when Stiles was being chased by that Beta?.” Derek bit. Scott face twisted into a pout of anger.
“You were supposed to be paying attention!!!.” The omega snapped getting the V between his brows.
“Hey, hey hey!~.” A very high and broken leg Stiles said trying to catch the attention of his two beautiful friends. The wolves face their attention of him.
“No fighting- okay? No fighting over the great Stilinski, hehe~ I know I’m very handsome. Look at this winning smile.” Stiles slurs not being able to keep his Bambi eyes open as her gives a very lazy smile that tickles Derek a weird way. The Omega and Beta stare at their human friend for a bit.
Scott smiles like a exited puppy at his bestfriend, Derek rolls his eyes as if he’s annoyed looking off to the side, cracking a tiny tiny smile.
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Tag: @cowandcalf
Extrovert Derek! {Young!Sterek}
Summary: Stiles Tries To Get Derek out of His Shell
Also On My A03
Short as hell.
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“Come on dude, it won’t be that bad” Stiles says to a very unconvinced Derek Hale, he can even see the light twitch that was going on at the side of his eye the longer he stares at the Sheriff son. Instead of threatening or quiet literally smacking Stiles upside his head like he usually would do if the Stilinski kid says something stupid, the young wolf rubs two fingers between his brows to loosen the tense muscle in between remembering a comment Stiles had made some time ago ‘keep scrunching your brows like that Der, you’ll have a permanent V in the middle of your face when you hit twenty— I already see the outline!!!’.
Fucking asshole.
“Stiles…” Derek growls out, his annoyance with the pale lanky human increasing. “Hey, don’t be a sour wolf! You’ll do great” Stiles reassures with that smile that usually means mischief on his end, which means Derek is fucked on his own end if he agrees to what Stiles asked.
“I’m not going” Derek says firmly as he— quiet literally— stomps his foot on the ground mocking the movement and action that he’s being serious, Stiles doesn’t seem to get the motion as he places his hands on Derek’s hard shoulders as he shakes him a bit—Derek Lets Him. “This will be good for you!” Stiles grins. “I’m not going to a party Stilinski” Derek huffs while he breaks himself out easily as he moves away from the other teen walking down the halls of the school. “It’ll help you be more extroverted!” Stiles calls out as Derek just rolls his eyes, almost cracking a smile. “Not a chance Stiles, see you Tomorrow!.” He calls back as he leaves pass the double doors.
A New Story That I’m Working On, in ways I have no idea where I’m going with this story but as usual every story makes itself so honestly I really hope I succeed.
Wattpad: SweeterAndBitter
A03: WeirdoOfTheCentury
InkItt: RosemaryDelight
You Look Like Shit {Young!Sterek}
“You look like shit” was the first thing Derek said once he made it to Stiles hospital room, the pale lanky teen arm wrapped in a sling his other hand using the remote. Judging by the voices he seemed to be watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians.
“Thanks Der, you try getting hit by a truck and see how fast your healing factor is.”
A Friend For Life {Young!Sterek}
A/N: On My Ao3-Lazy to But the Summary Enjoy.
Words: 761
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“Uncle! Uncle! goddamn– OW! Derek I already said uncle! Tap out! Tap out!” Stiles shouted his face squished against the couch, Derek's arm wrapped around Stiles neck keeping him in a headlock making all the blood stay in the pale boy's face, his grip tight, not too tight to choke him and block his air waves but tight enough to keep him still. “Say it first” Derek adds while Stiles was kicking his feet trying to escape the older teens grip “no!” Derek raised a brow at Stiles' answer carefully tightening his grip more “no, no? Did I hear that right?” Derek leans more into Stiles putting his weight more on the other leaning his head close to the lanky teens ear that was red from the small lack of blood flow “say it again I dare you” he intimidates playfully, Stiles struggling to pull Derek's arm off his neck “ack!-- Derek I already called uncle, get off!!.”-- “Admit it!”, “Never!!”. Derek's grip got a little tighter making Stiles wheeze “okay! Okay! Superman is better than Batman now let me go, I'm gonna die!!.” Stiles exclaimed dramatically kicking his legs off the couch Derek instantly letting go pushing Stiles off the brown sofa, landing on the floor of the Hale mansion with a loud thud pulling a grunt out of the younger teenager, Stiles pushes himself onto his back with a huff breathing heavily shifting his eyes to Derek who was staring down at him with that his natural expression resting his jaw in his palm “was that so hard?’, “kiss my ass” he huffed “can’t bud I don’t swing that way” Derek said with a calm expression a teasing tone slipping through the cracks of his chill exterior.
Stiles huffs rolling his eyes grimacing when he feels Derek press his knuckles against his forehead, something he’d do to get the sheriff's son out of his head when they were hanging out– but for right now Derek was doing it out of spite to mess with the teen. “Don’t take it to heart slim Jim, right?.” Derek twitches a smile one of the rare ones Stiles doesn’t really get to see much anymore, “yeah” he says smacking away– well tried smacking the black haired males hand – Derek snatched his hand away before Stiles can, catching his skinny wrist before it hit the coffee table next to them “you and your weird speed” he mumbled while Derek released him from his hold messing with his shaved head lightly flicking his forehead afterwards “I believe a thank you is a natural thing humans say” Derek spoke pushing himself off the couch dusting himself off holding a hand out to Stiles, the lanky boy raises a brow at his friend grabbing onto it “ah yes, thank you Derek for saving my poor little hand from the oh so scary coffee table, how could I ever repay you!” Stiles spoke dramatically in the most girliest voice he could muster while Derek pulled him off the floor letting his hand go when Stiles on his feet, rolling his eyes half halfheartedly at the teens antic mocking his natural annoyance turning his back to him, Stiles didn’t miss the small shake in Derek's shoulders when he made his way into the kitchen. “You can repay me by cleaning up, you know how my mom feels about messes in the living room” Derek calls out while he disappeared behind the threshold of the cooking station of his home. Stiles glances around the room he was currently in taking in the mess, discarded popcorn kernels, a tipped over bag of a half eaten Chinese shrimp egg roll, two empty cokes and three bags of eaten spicy Doritos and a couple of tossed around pillows and blankets.
Okay, so maybe there's a bit of a mess, Hehe heh… yeah Stiles should definitely clean up. In the distance Stiles could hear the sink turn on, ah right tonight is Derek's turn to clean the dishes. Looks like Stiles could tell Derek what he wanted to share with him later. A sudden crash comes from the kitchen making Stiles turn his head quickly nearly getting whiplash feeling the muscles in his neck burn. “Derek?” Stiles calls a hint of worry dripping in his words a low string of curses coming from the kitchen “i’m okay! I just owe Laura a new mug” Der replies the sound of glass scraping against the floor. Yeah what Stiles wanted to ask can wait for later.
I Need Sterek Prompts, My Mind Is blank even though i'm trying to write s story for my boys.
Young!Sterek To Older.