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I'm still sulking cause Tumblr ate half my draft. In the meantime I want to write some 'Stiles gets turned into [insert animal here]' mini fics. So if anyone has any animals they'd want to see him as, or any scenario requests let me know.
Hi! I'm looking for a sterek fic. I don't remember much of it but in the fic both stiles and derek were new to town and they were mates. And stiles was probably cursed by a witch or some and he hallucinated because of that and saw supernatural stuffs. And he was basically causing a ruckus throughout the town so the Mcall pack was wary of him ig?? And yh in the end Lydia helps him out with the curse.
Idk if this is enough to find the fic but yh I don't remember anything else T_T
Ohhh! I love this one! ❤️
Is This Seat Taken? Only By My Delusions by SylvieW | 6.7K
An unknown werewolf and his mate move to Beacon Hills and the McCall pack isn’t sure what to expect from them. They discover that while Derek isn’t a problem, Stiles might be.
Imagine an AU where Stiles developed the ability to read minds. Maybe someone cursed him, or he was given it as a gift to uncover who had thoughts to hurt people. Either way, Stiles hates it and he needs to know how to stop it, so he goes to Derek’s place and wake him up.
Derek, very grumpily and half asleep, answers the door. “You had better have a damn good reason for interrupting the best dream I’ve had in years.”
“What were you dreaming about?” Lydia asks teasingly.
Derek’s thoughts quickly flick back to the dream: of his fingers laced through Stiles’ as he pins it down against ruffled bed sheets, his other hand slowly caressing Stiles’ side as their bodies melt together, his lips against Stiles’—locked in a passionate kiss. And Stiles sees it all.
“I forgot,” Derek lies, quickly changing the subject. “What’s going on?”
“Stiles can read minds,” Lydia explains.
Derek looks very panicked and Stiles is still looking down at the ground, trying to hide the bright red blush that colours his cheeks.
Later, when Stiles is free of his powers or learns to control them, he asks Derek, “Want to make your dreams come true?”
Cursed!Stiles by AmandaPandapple
Rating: Not Rated
Word Count: 1813
A witch has cursed Stiles. He has to do whatever anyone tells him to do, and it’s hard on everyone because their words have to be precise. Derek has been keeping his distance and ignoring Stiles the most, and Stiles is pretty fed up with it. If everyone can try their best to change their language, why can’t Derek?
Hey, i can't find another of sterek fictions, I've searched for it but,maybe I forgot the summary, anyway, Stiles thinks that Derek is dead and blames himself for it, but in real life a witch cursed stiles to think so and he goes crazy cause he thinks that he's hallucinating and the after being kidnapped, his father shows him that Derek's really ok?
mikkimouse / Teen / StilesxDerek
Stiles buys Halloween costumes online and badgers Derek into wearing one for a party at the Preserve, because they're friends now and friends do those kinds of things. It's all fun and games until he and Derek turn into their costumes.
Stiles probably should have done a little more research on the seller.
HI! :) For the life of me I cannot find this one fic. I dont remember a whole lot about it but what I do remember is that Stiles apparently had a spell cast on him tht made him look average and unappealing and Derek realized something was fishy when the pack had to leave Beacon Hills for a while to lay low or something so when they go back, Derek keeps taking Stiles outside BH to figure out whats up. I hope this can be found! Or tht i didnt just DREAM it up cause damn it was good
maybe
This Might Hurt by whiskey_in_tea (1/1 | 9,103 | NR)
Back in Beacon Hills, Derek starts to let himself look. At first it’s just a habit, scanning over Stiles like he does Lydia and Allison, checking for injury and anger and discontent. But as the weeks go on, days bleeding into days, he starts to notice what’s happening: Stiles’ face is getting dim again, bland and faraway, not just his expression but his features themselves. Derek remembers him in Yosemite, the distracting curve of his mouth and the warm amber of his eyes, the slope of his neck and the fall of his spine, how he was mesmerizing, sitting drinking coffee in the clear morning light. Now he looks like he’s been wrapped up in a fine layer of gauze, a bad photocopy of himself, blurred at the edges.
OR: The Only Way I Can Understand People Not Wanting to Jump Stiles' Bones is Literally Magic, or FUCK YOU TEEN WOLF.
LolaFeist / General / StilesxDerek
When a significant portion of the Beacon Hills Preserve ends up coated in three entire inches of snow, the pack looks into it. If by looking into it one means packing a bunch of garbage bags and huge Tupperware lids into the back of Stiles' Jeep to go look for a decent sledding hill. Things go sideways, because of course they do.
