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[nonuniqueindie]

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[raisesomehale]

Raisesomehale Recs Sterek - “punch-drunk“ by @elisela

| WC: 6530 | Rated: M |

↳ ”Derek knows he’s staring, knows he should stop, drag his focus back to his daughter and not this—this stranger, gorgeous as he is with his slight upturned nose and bright eyes, lips that Derek is going to see in his dreams and long fingers folded into a fist that his jaw rests on. He should stop staring but he feels punch-drunk, knocked off his feet by the overwhelming attraction he feels, blood pumping so fast he can hear it rushing in his ears, can feel it in his pulse points.

The guy turns his head to look up at Derek and winks—winks, and Derek gets a glimpse of a black bar that pierces through the end of his eyebrow, and he realizes he really needs to grab Evie and get out of there when he starts wondering if this guy has a tongue piercing to go along with the rest, or just how far across his broad shoulders the tattoos go, if they stretch all the way down his tapered hips, lines like a map for Derek to follow with his tongue.

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[tripleaxeldiaz]

so this means that buck will quit being a firefighter and start teaching when he wakes up from his coma and immediately call ali and ask her to marry him right???

DING DING DING DING DING pack it up everyone eli has seen The Future we don’t need to speculate about anything ever again!!!

[thebestbooksaround]

punch-drunk by elisela (@elisela)

Sterek | 6k | Mature

Derek knows he’s staring, knows he should stop, drag his focus back to his daughter and not this—this stranger, gorgeous as he is with his slight upturned nose and bright eyes, lips that Derek is going to see in his dreams and long fingers folded into a fist that his jaw rests on. He should stop staring but he feels punch-drunk, knocked off his feet by the overwhelming attraction he feels, blood pumping so fast he can hear it rushing in his ears, can feel it in his pulse points.

The guy turns his head to look up at Derek and winks—winks, and Derek gets a glimpse of a black bar that pierces through the end of his eyebrow, and he realizes he really needs to grab Evie and get out of there when he starts wondering if this guy has a tongue piercing to go along with the rest, or just how far across his broad shoulders the tattoos go, if they stretch all the way down his tapered hips, lines like a map for Derek to follow with his tongue.

[sterek-exchange]

"So... You Want To Date? And Kiss? And More?" for elisela

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski, Danny Mahealani & Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Getting Together, Sharing a Bed, Roommates, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Hand Jobs, Mildest of Angst, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Alternate Universe - College/University, Derek is Stiles' Age Words: 3076 Summary: Really, it was their thing. He flirted, Danny flirted back, and they laughed and moved on. He did not expect Danny to mean it, so he blurted out the first thing he could think of. Derek didn't seem to mind when Danny assumed he was the reason Stiles said no... it was nice to get comfort from his pack anytime he wanted.

“Little red riding hood, really, Stiles?” Danny leaned on the wall next to him with one of those patented dimpled grins, “a little on the nose there.” 

“Technically I’m the huntsman.” 

Danny looked him up and down with a smirk, “I wouldn’t mind being hunted.” 

Stiles opened and closed his mouth a few times, his eyes roaming Danny, “and what are you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Danny motioned to himself, “I’m cupid.”

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[fuckyeahfanfictions]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Kate Argent, The McCall Pack Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, Sorceress Kate Argent, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Mermaids, Curses Summary:

Stiles floats.

That’s all there is to do; the day is sunny and warm, like every other day he’s been in this pond, though he’s not sure how long that’s been. Sometimes he thinks it hasn’t been long, but whenever he tries to think about it, he … forgets. He told Kate once, when she came out to the garden late one night and let a fox tumble from her hands onto the ground, and she’d patted his cheek and told him that merpeople weren’t known for anything but looking pretty, so she wasn’t surprised to hear he didn’t have many thoughts in his head.

Sometimes it bothers him, that he can remember every day he’s been in the pond but nothing before, but if he thinks about it for too long he forgets that, too.

[kaistrex]

the fuck is up with the first comment on your fic like damn … get some taste bby. you’re awesome.

😂😂😂 Oh, don't worry, they're a troll who have been leaving similar comments on other fics, particularly in the reverse bang from what I've noticed. I wondered if I'd hear from them and nearly burst out laughing when they popped up lol

Thanks for checking in though TvT💖

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, elisela!

For @elisela for the 2021 Sterek Secret Santa. Merry Christmas! I tried to incorporate as many of your likes as I could. I hope you enjoy ❤❄

*****

My hands are shaking from holding back from you

Derek’s expecting Lydia's call, honestly. Stiles had warned him she'd be making the rounds to double-check the guestlist for her and Jordan's wedding. Not that she needed to confirm he'd be there. He is Jordan's best man, after all. It is a requirement. Something he points out to her as he sorts through his pantry trying to find the noodles he knows he bought yesterday.

"I know that," Lydia says, and Derek can almost hear her rolling her eyes. "I'm talking about who you'll be coming with. If you're going to…"

"Stiles," Derek says.

That's who took his pasta. He doesn’t have any evidence, but he just knows. No one else has been in his house.

"Stiles?" Lydia says.

"Yes, Stiles."

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