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[haletostilinski]

You should do a poll bracket with just Derek Tropes since everyone seemed to vote for the Stiles ones automatically

Ha! 😂 You know that's something to probably keep on the back burner to see which would win, for sure.

[renmackree]

Prompt 77 and Sterek

Prompt + Pairing: Open

⁷⁷⁾ “how fucking dare you- i am married.”

“How fucking dare you— I am married.” Stiles hissed, pushing the arm off him as he huddled over his glass of whiskey. “You wouldn’t like my husband Derek one bit, he would kick your ass.”

The man next to him sighed deeply, reaching his hand out to grab for Stiles’ drink again. Stiles leaned down and bit the hand, growling.

“Stiles, I’m cutting you off.” The voice spoke with authority, like he knew who Stiles was. Stalker? Probably. Stiles bit the hand again, eliciting a curse from the stalker man.

He felt arms around his waist and the strong stranger hoisted him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. Fear coiled through his stomach as he tried to wiggle loose, finding it impossible to move as he was forced to stare at the ass of his captor. A very familiar, very beautiful ass that Stiles had stared at many many nights.

“Oh hey there, big guy. Why didn’t you say it was you!”

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Merry Christmas, @eevylynn!

Have a great Christmas, hope you love the fic.

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Family

Derek lay atop of his mother’s grave, near the Nemeton. He felt he needed to share of what had happened lately. The omega missed his mother, but was glad to have a pack and caring alpha.

“Hey, mom, it’s been awhile since our last talk,” Derek said. He sighed and then he continued to share with his mom, “I want to share with you the last events.”

“I’m part of Hale-Stilinski, and Stiles is my true alpha, Stiles is keeping us human, unlike the McCall’s pack who lost any sense of morality, I bet some of them doesn’t know how to shift to human again, can you believe it, mom?”

“Stiles is not like us, werewolves, but he got something unique, he is a spark, mom, I know that he is not perfect, but he is also dealing with demons, just like the rest of us, and he is all mine.” Derek said, feeling his cheeks burn, sheepishly chuckled.

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eevylynn

 “lost girl” impressions

I don’t know if anyone mentioned it, but yeah, that deer was completely unscripted. It just randomly walked over to...

Someone did, and I think it just makes it better. Maybe it wanted to be a movie star

[renmackree]

Prompt 2 and Sterydia

Prompt + Pairing: Open - slow to reply but will still do them

²⁾ “say that again, but take all the words bigger than two syllables out for me.”

Stiles let out a deep sigh as he opened his eyes again. “Say that again, but take all the words bigger than two syllables out for me.”

“She said you looked like shit.” Isaac spoke over Lydia, looking up from the loft couch. “And she’s right, you do.”

Lydia’s lips pressed together in a tight frown, eyes shooting daggers in Isaac’s direction. She took a step toward him, pressing a hand against his shoulder softly. “I just meant you haven’t slept since he left.”

“You haven’t either.” Stiles pointed out her hypocrisy quickly, trying not to snap. It had been almost a week since they had slept, but every time he tried, all he could see were visions of Derek coming back hurt or dead — this had been the longest he had been gone and it was wearing on the both of them. As much as they didn’t want to admit it, they were incomplete without Derek between them.

“We have to try,” Lydia said gently and moved to lead Stiles up toward the bed. “Even if you close your eyes, that’s enough.”

“That’s from Myth busters!” Isaac called after and Stiles swore he was going to tie that scarf around the rafters with Isaac in it.

Lydia seemed to know what he was thinking and pushed him faster into their little den. It still smelled of Derek, but the familiar heat of his body was missed as the two climbed into the sheets. He closed his eyes, trying to think of anything but the constant nagging fear in the back of his head — if he was in danger, Lydia would know. Lydia could sense it…

Hours passed, the sun finally setting and the room was bathed in light of the moon from the skylight. Something pressed against the bed and Stiles sat up with bloodshot eyes.

“Sorry —” Derek whispered as he crawled into the bed, grunting as Lydia flung her arms around his neck. Stiles followed suit after, the two tugging Derek between them in his usual place on the bed.

Instantly Stiles felt comfort through his body as fingers trailed through his hair; warm, calloused, Derek’s. He watched as Lydia melted against their partner’s body, Derek’s other hand slowly trailing through her curls like he always did.

“What happened?” Stiles started, but he felt a soft kiss against his lips instead. They could find out tomorrow; they had tomorrow.