#awkward!derek

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

You are a godsend on this community I swear. Can you rec me any grumpy Derek fics with sterek? Thank you!

Yup.

You Should Be Dancing by all-or-nothing-baby (BundleOfSoy)

(1/1 I 100 I Teen)

Derek Hale. Dancing. You've gotta be kidding, right?

But, for once, it seems Stiles is not in the joking mood. He wants Derek on the dancefloor, moving. Or maybe he just wants... Derek.

Going on vacation by DearDaisy (Sunsetdaydreams)

(1/1 I 498 I Teen)

For the theme relaxation and the prompt: vacation getaway.

What happens in the shadows by withered

(1/1 I 1,690 I Teen)

When normal people find out about monsters, they don't usually become overnight experts on the occult. In the least surprising plot twist in the history of ever, there's nothing "usual" about Stiles. 

There Are Actually THREE WHOLE BEDS by deadicateddeath

(1/1 I 2,081 I Teen)

“Pick a bed, buddy.” Stiles could hardly hide the laugh in his voice.

Work it harder, make it better, do it faster. by DropsOfAddiction

(1/1 I 3,102 I Explicit)

Derek covers Stiles’ mouth with his hand again.

He steps in closer to him and speaks right against Stiles’ ear.

“Stiles, just shut up!” Derek growls.

Stiles licks him for good measure, running his tongue wetly and enthusiastically all over his hand, just to be a dick. Derek let’s him go with a soft growl.

Stiles can smell him and he gets an insane urge to kiss his stupid face.

He hasn’t seen Derek in months; he still can’t really see him technically, just his outline, but boy does he smell good.

Stiles get’s a nose full of leather, lime (Derek’s stupid posh shower gel that he insists on buying) and an underlying fresh scent of the woods.

Stiles desperately tries to think of his Babcia’s fish casserole, custard pudding and for good measure, those weird angler fish he saw on Animal planet.

He tries to think of literally anything in the world that is unsexy because Derek will probably rip his head off if he smells Stiles’ bodily reaction to his close proximity.

All August by suburbanmotel

(1/1 I 6,186 I Mature)

August used to be a sad month for him.

Draw Your Swords by all-or-nothing-baby (BundleOfSoy)

(1/1 I 7,755 I Explicit)

Derek feigns confusion, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And when did he turn into such an easy liar?

“No, of course you don’t.” Stiles’ sarcasm bites back. “You never do, whenever things between us get… confusing.”

Derek’s chest tightens. He releases Stiles. The kid is absolutely not supposed to be confronting Derek like this, trying to tear down Derek’s carefully constructed walls inside of his own damn home, with… whatever this is. This something between them they're both more than aware of. Is it the real reason Stiles is here?

"Stiles, don't."

Stiles, do.

OR

Derek keeps his distance from Stiles, regardless of how he feels about him. It's better that way. Better for Stiles. But when Stiles has had enough of pretending there's nothing between them, just how much longer can Derek's wolf be tamed?

Double Halinski Trap by lhr111

(6/6 I 30,114 I Explicit)

Not one to avoid poking the bear, “Well Sourwolf, did you miss me?” At this, Isaac, who he hadn’t noticed in the kitchen, spits out a mouthful of beer in an epic cloud of mist looking somewhat scandalized. “Sourwolf?” he chokes out. Stiles gives him a cheeky grin and winks at Derek.

“So, has Derek filled you in on our plan to set our attractive, single, deserving, delightful parents up? AKA, our plans to Parent Trap the shit out of them?” Stiles looks around the room, where Derek seems to be choking on his tongue and the rest of the group are competing to see whose jaw can get closer to the floor. “So, I’m going to take that as a no?”

OR – Where Stiles convinces Derek and gang to help get their parents together, may fall into their own traps along the way, and try to solve a murder.

Nearly Everything Shines by maevewren

(12/12 I 34,796 I Explicit)

Derek is a grumpy Park Ranger, Stiles is a daredevil rock climber. Each of them wants to escape his past, but maybe together they can find a future. Expect lots of cozy autumn feels, snark, major angst, and passion.

The Hale Academy for the Young and Gifted by Staleinskii

(14/14 I 62,831 I Mature)

In a world where the government chooses to hide those with special abilities, dubbed “Uncommons”, teens are forced into special boarding schools designed to help them control such powers. When Stiles Stilinski’s abilities unexpectedly manifest three years later than everyone else’s, he causes a traumatic accident that takes the life of his ex-girlfriend and is thrown into the Hale Academy. The only problem? Stiles is a ticking time bomb and has to keep the true extent of his power hidden around the new friends--and enemies--he makes.

Stiles’s new school brings along many new discoveries, however, including what true friendship looks like, a diabolical plan to overthrow the headmaster, and a brooding shapeshifter that makes him question everything he ever thought about being a straight male.

Welcome to the Hale Academy for the Young and Gifted, where you’ll never know common again.

Wind, Rain, and Sunny Skies by KatieBean

(34/? I 78,276 I Explicit)

Derek is a sad and lonely alpha werewolf without a pack--Peter doesn't count. Then Peter opens his trunk one night and an omega springs free. Everything changes.

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Quack (Stiles Stop Calling It That) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (1/1 | 15,980 | T)

“Stiles, I’m serious, I need a favour.”

“That sounds like a trap,” Stiles Stilinski muttered sleepily into both his pillows. “You know,” he continued when the man in his room made no move to leave, “you’d think I’d be used to this. My dad, coming into my room, smacking my ass to get me out of bed, waking me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“It’s almost one.”

“—waking me up at the ass crack of one,” Stiles continued without missing a beat, “and asking for a favour. Given my life growing up with you, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. I think the reason this hits so hard now is that I specifically bought my own apartment so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“Stiles, it’s almost one.”

“—so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of one.”

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idk whether you'd want like, lois lane-esque stiles or not to go with superman!derek but what about an au where derek flirts with stiles by "saving" him from everyday mishaps ??? if you hate that i can send another lmao c:

Sorry it took so long! And sorry if it’s a little rushed! (also on ao3!)

Being Superman meant that Derek was almost constantly saving people. Whether it was rescuing a family from a burning building or fighting one of his superpowered enemies, he was saving people.

At this point, it was simple habit to help people, something that had been ingrained in him since childhood. Growing up in a small town, in the midst of a tight-knit farming community, he had quickly learned the importance of helping others.

Throughout grade school, he had always been the first one to volunteer to help his teachers with everything from cleaning the chalkboard after a lesson to passing out papers to other students. It had earned him the moniker of teacher's pet, which he had heard other students whisper behind his back, not that he had cared much.

He had made a concerted effort to make friends with new kids who transferred in to school, offering to sit with them at lunch or show them around so they wouldn't get lost. He had even made it a habit to share his lunch with students who couldn't afford to buy school lunch and didn't have enough food at home to spare for a bagged lunch.

In high school, he had organized food drives and baking sales, doing everything in his power to help in whatever way he could. And when he bought his first car, a beat-up old Chevy pickup that wasn't much to look at but was his, he had taken it upon himself to offer rides to school whenever it rained so others didn't have to get soaked while waiting for the bus.

His almost compulsive habit of helping continued throughout college where he had founded more than a few student organizations that offered support for marginalized students and acting as the designated driver for dozens of parties he never would have attended otherwise. And it had never gone away.

Which is why when Derek started developing a rather embarrassing crush on one of his co-workers at the Daily Planet, he immediately fell back on his only method of flirting: saving him.

Stiles Stilinski was the Planet's newest hire, a fact checker slash reporter who was almost worryingly unafraid in the field. He had a penchant for getting himself into trouble no matter where he was, like the time that he had wound up as a witness to bank robbery while cashing his first paycheck from the Planet.

He had also stumbled upon a local chop shop in the city when he brought his precious Jeep in for an oil change only two months into his stay in the city. He had written a scathing expose about the business that had earned him a few death threats and had made Derek go on constant alert.

But Stiles hadn't been the slightest bit worried which only made Derek worry even more. And start his own personal brand of flirting which mostly consisted of 'saving' Stiles from everyday mishaps.

It started with simple things, ones that no one in their right mind would construe as flirting. He would inform Stiles when his shoelaces were untied, saving the extraordinarily clumsy reporter from tripping over his own feet and braining himself on the edge of his desk.

Stiles had just rolled his eyes and continued on his way to Mr. White's office. Of course, Stiles had ended up tripping and nearly smacked his head against the wall as he let out a shocked, high pitched cry.

It may have been an abuse of his powers and his mother probably wouldn't have approved but less than a second later, Derek had been at Stiles' side, righting him with a hand on his elbow. Stiles had brushed off Derek's concern with another eye roll as he bent to tie his shoes, though his cheeks were decidedly more red than before.

Another time, while leaving the office for the night, he had ended up walking to the parking garage with Stiles who was too engrossed in typing something on his phone to notice the steep drop off of the curb. Before Stiles could tumble off the sidewalk and break his ankle or worse, Derek had darted to his side, setting a guiding hand on the small of Stiles' back as he warned, "Watch your step."

Stiles had thanked him with a bright grin, making an offhand comment about the game on his phone he was playing, something about a Poochyena or something of that ilk. Derek never pretended to be very pop culture savvy.

A few weeks after the curb incident, Stiles was goofing off at his desk as he proofread his latest article about the local police department's annual charity ball, rocking back in his swivel chair. While grumbling about how much his eyes hurt from the hours of editing he had been putting in, he had leaned back much too far in his chair.

Before he could fumble backwards, bringing the chair with him, Derek, who had been walking by on his way back to his own desk, caught the back of his chair. Steadying the chair, he smirked at Stiles who gaped up at him, upside down, brown eyes wide.

"Careful," Derek had teased as he set the chair upright, the momentum rocking Stiles a bit. He couldn't resist puffing out his chest when Stiles' flushed a blotchy red to match his flannel shirt.

"My hero," Stiles had quipped, flashing Derek a bright grin as he turned back to his computer, nimble fingers flying over the keys. Derek had continued on his way to his desk with an extra spring in his step.

Things went on like that for quite some time. Stiles would do something reckless and clumsy and come dangerously close to bodily harm and Derek would swoop in like a white knight and save him from embarrassment and head contusions.

The pattern continued for weeks until Erica, one of the Planet's best photographers, decided to throw an impromptu office party. Derek wasn't even sure what exactly the point of the party was but he would have to be a fool to miss out on the champagne cupcakes Erica baked for every special event.

Apparently, neither could Stiles.

Though it was technically Stiles' day off, Derek heard the hum of his Jeep's engine as he approached the office building. As Stiles drew closer, Derek could hear the familiar pattern of his heartbeat, rabbit fast from caffeine and Stiles' jog into the building.

Stiles was in his usual state of dishevelment, wearing a dark blue flannel over a heather gray t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, his hair a complete mess. He had a paper cup of coffee from his favorite café in his hand, the scent of vanilla and caramel filling the room when he entered.

"Who's getting married?" Stiles asked as he made his way over to the table of various desserts where Derek was lingering, taking a break from editing his most recent article. His eyes flitted over the array of treats, from Erica's perfectly frosted cupcakes to the delicate chocolate cream puffs Boyd had bought from a nearby bakery.

Derek laughed into his own cup of coffee as Stiles licked his chops like a hungry puppy. Handing Stiles a paper plate to let him gorge himself to his heart's content, he asked, "Why do you think someone's getting married?"

"There's free food at work," Stiles pointed out, loading up his plate with as many cupcakes and mini eclairs as he possibly could. He glanced up at Derek as he popped a cream puff into his mouth, chewing with his mouth open in an oddly endearing way as he explained, "And not the shitty donuts that creep Daehler usually brings in. Must be a special occasion."

"Good point," Derek agreed, reaching over to grab an eclair from Stiles' plate. It earned him an affronted cry from Stiles who reached over to swat Derek on the arm.

"But no one's getting married," Derek informed him, taking a bite of his stolen eclair. Stiles shrugged, still loading up his plate with as much food as he could carry. "Erica just wanted to throw a party."

"Sounds like her," Stiles commented, raising his cup of coffee to his lips to take a sip. And because Stiles was quite literally the clumsiest person that Derek had ever met, the simple act of drinking coffee turned into a fiasco when he tipped the cup back too much and nearly spilled it all over himself.

Luckily, Derek was there to reach out and right Stiles' coffee cup before he could scald himself. But where Derek would have expected gratitude or a bit of embarrassment, as per usual, he only found suspicion as Stiles squinted at him.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked, his voice low, curling up at the end. He narrowed his eyes a bit more as he gave Derek a quick once-over, pressing his lips together in a thin line.

"What do you mean?" Derek stammered, trying to appear as innocent as possible. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, Stiles following the movement with a raised brow.

"I mean," Stiles started, setting his plate of treats down on the table so he could point an accusing finger at Derek, "You keep doing stuff like that. The sidewalk, the chair, my shoelaces. What is this? Some kind of white knight syndrome or are you just flirting with me?"

Derek nearly swallowed his own tongue. He could feel his cheeks flush with heat, sure that he was turning bright red, his capillaries traitorous little bastards.

He shoved his free hand into his pocket, trying to look as casual as he could. But if Stiles was the clumsiest person ever, Derek was the most awkward.

Stiles clearly agreed as his eyes widened with realization as he stared at Derek, his jaw actually dropping like he were an animated character. Still pointing at Derek, he squeaked, "Dude, really?!"

Fully aware that he had never been very good at lying to Stiles --- save for the whole secret identity slash superpowered alien thing --- Derek just sighed. Chewing his bottom lip, he nodded, bracing himself for the inevitable rejection.

"That's awesome!" Stiles announced, breaking Derek out of his insecure little stupor. A wide smile had replaced his slack-jawed expression, his entire face lit up like the sun.

And like the sun, it made Derek feel utterly invincible. Invincible enough to swallow his hesitation and shove his awkwardness aside enough for him to ask, "So, uh, do you maybe wanna go out sometime?"

"Sometime?" Stiles echoed, tilting his head to the side like a floppy-eared puppy. Meeting Derek's eyes, Stiles smiled almost coyly and suggested, "What about right now?"

Derek beamed back at him, enthusiastically agreeing, "I think that sounds super."

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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.

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'Linski's Late Night Antidote To Lame by WhoNatural (1/1 | 13,865 | T)

Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan.

Also there's this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey, are there any fics in which Derek is like really intense and sort of a creep when it concerns Stiles? Sort of like Stiles getting danger vibes from him, while being attracted to Derek as well...? I just don't know how to explain it in words. Maybe how wild it is whenever Derek intrudes on Stiles' personal bubble, those sort of feels, you know?

ooo yeah. - Anastasia

Making Amends by nan

(1/1 I 1,329 I Teen)

Erica's actions cause more than just an unexpected dumpster dive for Stiles; they land him in the hospital. This leads to the most uncomfortable hospital visit in the world.

The Only Thing That Should Surprise Is That There Are Still Things That Can Surprise (and most of them come Werewolf-shaped) by im_not_a_lizard

(1/1 I 1,978 I Mature)

The Sheriff knows about Werewolves. There are a few things he needs clarification on though. Stiles really could have lived without that clarification.

Dibs by happilyeveramber

(1/1 I 2,440 I Not Rated)

“Dibs,” Derek calls as he watches the kid across the schoolyard. He has messy hair and thick glasses and a ridiculously baggy plaid over shirt. Derek can’t help but think about how much fun it would be to unwrap him like a present.

“You can have him,” Isaac replies, letting out a low whistle as the boy somehow manages to trip over nothing and spill his coffee on a redhead and her boyfriend.

Chase Me Through The Trees, Mister Wolf by MissDizzyD

(2/2 I 3,418 I General)

"Stiles was... happy. Really happy. Happy in a way that had the forest singing to him, urging him to go and play and frolic and let his fox have some fun for once."

Creeper Wolf by FearThisQueer

(2/2 I 5,069 I Explicit)

So Derek may have a bit of a problem.

But it’s not really his fault, he can’t help that Stiles smells so good. And if Derek watches him at lacrosse practice a couple times a week and then rushes home to jerk off, well… that’s nobody’s business but his own. It’s not like he’s actually doing anything, right?

just the touch of a hand by scepticallyopenminded

(1/1 I 8,603 I Teen)

Things – as things often do in Stiles’ life – get a little crazy (a lot crazy) when, a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday, he wakes up to – not a wolf, but an amount of naked flesh, cuddled up to him where Dude fell asleep the night before. Stiles screams, a bit, flopping around and falling out of his bed, getting to his knees to see a naked – Derek Hale, sitting up on his bed, eyes wide. He seems to realize something a second later, because he glances down at himself and squeaks, pulling sheets up around him just as Stiles’ dad opens the door.

Like A Moth To The Flame (Baby Let Us Lure You In) by RayShippouUchiha

(1/1 I 11,404 I Explicit)

He has a Pack now, has Lydia and Stiles, and they are building a home for themselves in the heart of their territory. Beyond that though Derek knows that they have already built a home for themselves out of each other.

All they truly need is one last piece, one last member to complete their circuit, and then they will truly be whole.

Or

Derek's Pack grows ever closer as the territory is blessed, Stiles has a small epiphany, and Lydia gets back the one thing missing from her life.

Welcome to Hale by relenafanel, rlnerdgirl

(1/1 I 20,884 I Teen)

“This is Laura Hale calling. I have you booked at Lake Hale from September 16th - 18th, party of 6. I can assure you that our groundskeeper is up to the task. Previous visitors have reviewed his performance as being “suitably creepy” and “watch him, I think he really is a murderer.” Scripts have been sent to the email addresses you provided. We recommend that you keep the details of your murder private, to ensure the impact the events have on the rest of your party. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to contact me. I assure you, your friend won’t know what hit him. Metaphorically, of course. Welcome to Hale.”

Give Me Back My Bones (maybe then we'll talk) by kariye

(1/1 I 32,664 I Explicit)

Derek meets Stiles on a Wednesday. He comes in for his usual cup of coffee and somehow walks out with hot chocolate, cinnamon on the top, and no idea what just happened there.

Coyote Courts the Moon by tzzzz

(10/19 I 44,484 I Mature)

Derek Hale returns to Beacon Hills in order to investigate the fire that killed his entire family, only to find himself wounded and on the run from the Argents. Pretending to be the injured dog that the Sheriff's son found while wandering around in the woods seems like a good plan, but then Derek gets attached.

Let us Stray 'til Break of Day by Loz

(16/16 I 55,507 I Explicit)

Derek decides the best way to get Scott to join his pack is to seduce Stiles first. Derek makes terrible decisions.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Derek felt flustered. “I’m sure Derek Hale would be interested still, despite his reclusiveness,” he added.

Stiles looked at Derek like there was something funny about him. “You’re pretty adamant about that,” he commented.

Derek sighed some, “I just think someone like you would be a refreshing face and perspective for someone like Derek Hale to meet.”

Stiles softly smiled at that. “Thanks,” he uttered. “But enough about me, what about you?”

Derek felt flustered—again. He wasn’t sure if he should reveal it all there or wait it out. He liked the time he was spending with Stiles, but he was terrified of what would happen once Stiles knew the truth about him. ~*~ Or, the one where Derek meets one of his biggest fans, but Stiles doesn't know who he is.

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A Step in Line by Dexterous_Sinistrous (1/1 | 4,713 | G)

Derek felt flustered. “I’m sure Derek Hale would be interested still, despite his reclusiveness,” he added.

Stiles looked at Derek like there was something funny about him. “You’re pretty adamant about that,” he commented.

Derek sighed some, “I just think someone like you would be a refreshing face and perspective for someone like Derek Hale to meet.”

Stiles softly smiled at that. “Thanks,” he uttered. “But enough about me, what about you?”

Derek felt flustered—again. He wasn’t sure if he should reveal it all there or wait it out. He liked the time he was spending with Stiles, but he was terrified of what would happen once Stiles knew the truth about him. Or, the one where Derek meets one of his biggest fans, but Stiles doesn't know who he is.