i’m looking for this fanfic where stiles and derek own a supernatural bar or something and stiles thinks they’re friends the whole time but derek thinks they’re dating, so when stiles sees derek talking to this girl he gets jealous and makes out with this werewolf guy until derek finds out stiles runs away in his jeep?? and then in the end derek is like “next time i do something that makes you want to make out with another man, talk to me first” pls it’s so specific
Hi anon! @gidget0533 say it's this one.
Define "Dating" by raisesomehale
(6/6 I 7,850 I Teen I Sterek)
“You and Derek text each other memes?” she sounds both surprised and delighted - but more surprised.
“Well,” Stiles says, “I send memes. Derek sent me a picture of a newspaper comic strip, once.”
Lydia says, “Oh my god.”
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OR the 5 times people point out that Stiles might be dating Derek + the 1 time Derek tells Stiles they're dating himself.
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Rating: T
Pairing: Sterek, One-Sided Derek Hale/Paige
Length: 5k
Genres: High School AU, Sterek are assholes but not to each other, Secret Relationship, Jealous Stiles
Summary: Paige has finally got the boyfriend she always wanted. The only thing is, said boyfriend doesn't touch her, doesn't kiss her and spends all his time with Stiles Stilinski. You'd think they were dating, or something...
Summary: You and Stiles are waiting for your friends at your favorite diner to go see the new Black Widow movie as a cute waiter decides to flirt with you. Stiles doesn't like that at all.
"They're not gonna come," Stiles informed you, rolling his eyes before he looked up from his phone at you.
You twirled the empty glass of water around in your hand, raising an eyebrow. You sighed. "Typical." It wasn't the first time that Kira and Scott had ditched you in favor of alone time, not by a long shot. In fact, these days it was more likely that they would spend time alone than with you, much to the dismay of Stiles, who missed his best friend. But usually at least Lydia would grace the two of you with her presence instead of working late in the lab.
"Well, I'm really hungry after waiting so long and I still want to see the movie, so screw them and let's finally order," Stiles said, right as a waiter, who seemed to be about our age, was thankfully setting his eyes on our table, on your empty glass of water, to be more precise. The time you had spent here waiting for your no-show friends had made you really hungry, too, and you were grateful your stomach wasn't loudly complaining about it yet.
You nodded along to what Stiles was saying, you wouldn't leave anytime soon, either, just because thing one and thing two didn't manage to show up yet again.
"Cute smile," you mumbled more to yourself than to Stiles when you caught the waiter's eyes. He looked at you, too, quickly, then he looked over at Stiles, before giving you another, more contemplative once over.
"What can I get started for the two of you?" he asked and gave you a sweet smile, his hand moving through his sandy blond and well styled hair before moving to pick up the pen for his notepad. You smiled back at the good looking, tall guy, who you could now see had freckles splattered across his face, giving him yours and Stiles' regular order of, "[your order] and my friend will have a double bacon burger with regular fries and a coke." You smiled up at him again, handing him the menus and adding a "thank you."
The waiter gave you a wink that might very well been a quip or an incentive to get you to give him a twenty percent tip, something you did regardless, and he replied, "coming right up, sweetheart," before taking secure and long step back to the counter of the small establishment.
You turned your attention back onto Stiles who had his eyes settled on the condensation of the empty glass of water in front of him, eyebrows suggesting that he was in thought and the small frown suggesting it was not a pleasant one. His face adjusted back into a slightly friendlier one when he raised his eyes back to find yours were trained on him.
"Do you think they'd bring Natasha back for this one?" He asked.
You shrugged, "I'd like to see it, but I don't know," you mused, "but as far as my research goes, she never had a set in stone contract like most of the other actors, so who knows?"
Stiles pondered on this for a moment, "Either way, I'm just glad we get to see this movie in May of 2020, like we are supposed to and there is absolutely nothing in the world that can stop us."
Thankfully, the odd look on Stiles' face had vanished and you had moved into an easy conversation, mostly about movies you were planning to watch together soon, as if nothing had happened. Maybe you had just projected a weird reaction onto him.
Soon enough, the cute waiter returned with your order, your stomach this time actually growling when you smelled the hot food, which you sorted out once the waiter had left your table with a "here you go, guys," and you held up your napkin in triumph and with a cheeky smile plastered on your face to show Stiles the name "Max" written on it along with a number scribbled across. You weren't quite sure how you had wanted him to react; if you wanted him to be excited for you or you wanted to see him get upset.
Although you were prepared for both, it was still shocking to see how actually pissy he got.
Stiles rolled his eyes saying, "of course," more to himself than you, his eyebrows knitted together and his jaw clenched, before adding more loudly and in a clearly forced attempt to be funny, "how do you know it's not for me?"
You contemplated your next move, taking a bite of the burger, and you decided that maybe if you played along with his attempt at a joke, the weird tension that had built in your corner of the diner could dissolve. "Oh, you want it?" you said, holding up the napkin for him with a teasing smirk on your lips.
Stiles shrugged, not having anything else funny to say apparently, "No, but why'd he slip you his number anyway? I could've very well been your boyfriend for all he knows. Do we not look couple-y? I think we look couple-y."
Did he want you to look couple-y? Sure, he had joked about you being together before, but you had always assumed that was all it was. Jokes.
You chuckled to yourself and Stiles looked at you, "What, would that be so unrealistic?"
You leaned closer to him over the small table and put on your sweetest smile, "Do you think you might be getting worked up over nothing, Stiles? I literally called you my friend to the waiter."
That shut him up, even if it wasn't for very long, and you decided to take this time to shovel down your food. Stiles still sat there, his tray already nearly empty, thight-lipped, jaw clenched, as if he had something else to add.
"If it makes you feel better," you sighed, "I will throw away the napkin when we leave. I'm not sure what this is about but apparently this waiter is upsetting you."
Stiles mulled over your reply for a second, visibly weighing the options, before answering, "alright."
That hadn't necessarily been what you had assumed his reaction would be. You had assumed he wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it, maybe realizing how silly he was being, maybe retracting some of the things he had said realizing that he was maybe making a bigger deal out of a waiter hitting on you, his friend than there needed to be.
"What's your deal today?" you asked. You had never really seen the otherwise sarcastic and lighthearted boy behave this oddly towards you before.
"Nothing," he replied maybe a little too quickly and too sternly, "Let's just go," he said, putting the last fry between his teeth and throwing enough money on the table to cover for the both of you.
Stubborn as you were, you just couldn't let it go, though. And so you had to pick the conversation back up once the two of you were seated inside Roscoe, the rain pelting softly against the car windows and Stiles shifted the car into drive and out of the parking lot.
For a little while, at least, you managed to keep your tongue, Stiles' music playing softly through the car speakers. Once on the highway in the direction of the theater, though, you just couldn't help it, especially seeing how Stiles was still tense.
"I just don't get why you're mad right now, Sti."
He gripped the wheel tighter, his finger turning white, and at the same time, the rain seemed to come down harder on the windshield. You bit your lip hoping you hadn't agitated him too far.
"Would you just let it go?" He gritted through his teeth, sounding tired suddenly.
"Shit," he cursed as the windshield wipers could finally not keep up with the rain anymore and he merged into the nearest parking lot that was eerily empty besides you.
He whipped his head around to you, sighing frustratedly, "You really want to have this conversation?"
You weren't one hundred percent sure what he was referring to, but if there were button to push, Stiles knew you couldn't not. You nodded raising your eyebrows at him to begin.
"I just-" He still sounded frustrated as he tried to talk over the heavy rain, his first attempt loud enough to startle you slightly. He took a breath and corrected himself, meeting your eyes and speaking softer, "I just don't like that that guy hit on you right in front of me, as if I wasn't even there.
You raised an eyebrow at him. That's not really where you had thought this conversation would go, you'd stupidly imagined that maybe he would just admit that he was jealous. Maybe even that he had a crush on you, but maybe that was just your imagination projecting. "That's all? You just felt ignored by the waiter and that's why you were all pissy with me? That's pretty out of character for you, Stiles."
Stiles didn't respond, he was too busy looking out at the empty parking lot in front of him.
"I told you I said you were my friend to him. Why wouldn't he hit on me, then?" you explained, again, growing impatient. What the hell was his deal today? You just couldn't shake the idea that there was something more to it. Stiles usually didn't get angry or annoyed this easily, especially not with you.
But he completely ignored what you had said, replying, "I know that you get hit on all the time, obviously. Look at you. And I try so hard to ignore it, but it's so hard when they do it right in front of me."
Oh?
Your stomach fluttered at his admission. Maybe you were getting somewhere with this conversation. You looked at him quizzically. "What's the real issue here, Sti?"
His mouth formed into a thin line as his whiskey colored eyes met yours again, and you see the wheels turn in his head. His eyes shifted over your form in the moonlit car before his heated gaze settled on yours again, his handsome face being illuminated by far away lightning for a few seconds and you had made your choice.
You unbuckled your seatbelt shifting on the seat so that you could face the man on the other side of the car better.
"What are you doing?" He asked flustered as you crossed your legs on the seat and leaned on the back of the seat, moving your face closer to his.
You swallowed, trying to gage what his reaction would be by shifting even closer to him, ignoring your own tumultuous reaction to his close proximity that followed when you shifted even closer to him.
Stiles' breath hitches as you hand landed on the back of his seat, mere centimeters away from the soft skin of his arm, clad only in a blue t-shirt.
He looked beautiful so close up that you could probably count his individual infuriatingly long eyelashes if you tried.
"Kiss me," you requested quietly, your voice barely wavering as your eyes were boring into his, making it clear that you weren't joking.
He looked at you, swallowing, taken aback, but his eyes graced your lips for more than a couple of seconds.
You leaned in even further, being able to smell the nauseating scent of whatever the hell it was he smelled like, his cologne smelled so fucking intoxicating you almost forgot your plan for a second.
"That's what you really want, isn't it? You're mad because you wanted my attention for yourself?"
His eyes were wide with shock before he averted them to look outside the window again, swallowing heavily, but you wouldn't let him avoid you again. This was an important conversation for you. You gently laid a finger on his jaw, turning his head back to yours and he let your hand rest against his skin.
Stiles' voice was barely audible over the rain when he said, "When you told the waiter that I was your friend, I wished that wasn't true. I wished," he took a breath, "we could be more than friends, and when guys hit on you I wouldn't have to be scared that one of these days one of them would become your boyfriend."
He looked scared, just a little bit, and you smiled at him sweetly. It wasn't all that hard to draw his face closer to yours, his amber eyes shining in the warm moonlight and your finger lightly grazed his soft lower lip making his breath hitch again. You leaned in even closer to his face so that you could feel his breath on your lips, finally. "Now, was that so hard?" You whispered.
Stiles parted his lips, ready to answer, but you wouldn't let him. Instead, you tentatively placed your lips on his, and it felt like coming home. The moment your lips met his, you felt sparks light up your entire body and you drew yourself closer to him as you held onto his face with your hands.
At first, Stiles didn't respond, making you worry that you might have misinterpreted his words completely somehow, but when he finally kissed you back, snaking his lithe hands around your waist, he let out the most delicious sound you had ever heard.
You sighed and relaxed against him. Your hands weaved themselves in his incredibly soft hair. This was everything you could have ever imagined.
His fingers tightened around your waist, dragging you as close as you could be while still sort of sitting in your seat. The gentle and tentative movements of his soft lips grew more passionate as he realized what was happening.
You needed to close the space between you. Your lips parted from his as you crawled into his lap, and he was hesitant to let go of you to say the least. His soft lips attacked any part of you it could reach, your throat, your shoulder, if he kept this up you were certain you would lose your mind.
You lightly yanked his head back by his hair to focus him back on you before diving in for another kiss. If you would die right now, you would die happy.
You could barely keep yourself from moving in his lap, feeling the evidence of your heated activities against your sex, and the way Stiles looked up at you with hooded eyes you wished you could commit this view to your memory forever.
"Why?" he whispered against your lips, barely having the strength to keep his mouth away from yours for very long.
You smiled at him and your fingers played with the short hair at the nape of his neck. "If you think I can't tell when you're jealous, I've got news. Now you don't have anything to be jealous about anymore."
His eyes studied your face intently for a moment before he yanked your lips back down to his and you would lie if you said that you didn't like it when Stiles took control like that.
You sighed heavily against his lips as he began to guide your hips against his own in a deliciously but frustratingly slow drag.
"Stiles, please," you whimpered against his lips and one of your hands detached itself from his hair to instead follow the curve of his chest until it rested warm above his belt. You bit down on his lip and the most delicious noise came from his throat, spurring you further on in your actions.
He breathed heavily and so did you, as the noise of the belt clacking beneath your swift fingers disturbed the otherwise quiet music coming from the radio in the standing car.
You unbuckled his belt and grinned at him as you unzipped his jeans. Stiles threw his head back against his seat, panting, as you lightly dragged your nails over his still boxer-clad bulge.
You couldn't help yourself, your tongue draped over where you assumed his pulse point was before laying your lips on the same spot and making sure that there would be evidence of your activities tomorrow.
Your hooded eyes met his, and your hand dove into his boxers. You couldn't help your hips from dragging across his lap as you bit down on your lips hard enough to leave a mark when your hand made contact with the impressive girth he hid.
"Holy shit, Stiles, why would you hide this from me?" You laughed.
He smiled, too, "How was I supposed to know you'd want me?"
Your fingers experimentally stroked him as you leaned in closer to his ear, "Who the fuck wouldn't want you, Sti?" Your breath came out shallow as you swirled your thumb across the tip, "Fuck, I've had a crush on you since freshman year of high school with the buzzcut and everything. And you've only gotten hotter since then."
Stiles chuckled and then grunted as you jerked his cock harshly.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Sti?" You asked sweetly and he nodded.
"Yeah, I really want you to fuck me," he replied.
"Good," you said and gave him another salacious kiss, shoving your panties aside and quickly aligning your wet pussy with his cock. You had waited long enough for this to maybe happen to spend anymore time on foreplay.
Stiles dug his fingers into your waist and the thought that he was probably leaving marks on you made you even wetter.
You couldn't believe how good he felt when you slowly sank down on him and he filled you up deliciously in all the right places, as if you were made for each other. The stretch was incredible and you were sure nobody could ever compare to Stiles.
"Fuck, Stiles, god, you need to fuck me," you gasped, simultaneously raising your hips at your own request.
"You know, maybe we shouldn't have done this in my car," he said as he tried to meet your movement sloppily and you moaned loudly when he hit just the right spot inside you.
"I couldn't wait," you gasped, "and fucking in Roscoe is about hte hottest thing I can imagine," you grumbled at him before crushing your lips against his to shut him up and frantically picking up the speed.
"Fuck," he sighed against your neck and you picked up speed.
"Fuck, I'm gonna-" he murmured heatedly against your neck, his thumb quickly moving to deliciously drag across your clit as you cut his voice off with your own voice-cracking moan.
"Me too," you gasped, slamming down on him even more vigorously, enveloped in his intoxicating scent and lost in his whiskey eyes.
Your nails dug into his back through his t-shirt and he moaned into your ear, "cum for me," and then his cock touched you right there, and you saw stars as you writhed on top of him, trying to keep the pace to make him cum, too.
And he did, moaning your name scandalously loud as you still clenched around him, his face pressed into your chest as he breathed through his high.
You both breathed heavily against each other and Stiles looked up at you with those soft puppy-dog eyes and dragged his soft hands up to cup your cheeks. You smiled down at him and leaned in to be greeted by his sweet lips that captured yours in a less needy, less sexual kiss. He was taking his time, now, and you were, too.
"Is it stupid that I'm glad that waiter flirted with me?" you asked quietly against his soft lips and Stiles shook his head grinning.
"Don't even joke about that," he told you before dragging you back down to kiss him urgently again.
"I'll just tell them I have a boyfriend," you said, your heart beating faster at the implication.
Fire was in his eyes again as you looked at him and he replied, "you better," before diving in for another heated kiss.
If it was up to you, you could spend the entire rest of the night wrapped up in each other in Stiles' beloved car like this.
Imagine Derek and stiles being detectives and one day Derek meets stiles’ dad and remembers that he saved him as a kid once and developed a crush on him too. So Derek’s attention is completely on stiles’ dad anytime he comes around and stiles is all pouty and jealous. Until finally stiles has enough and jumps on Derek and tells him that there’s another stilinski man that would absolutely love his attention in more ways than his dad would.
Written for the @sterekdrabbles challenge (6/8/20) : Host. Date. Cancel.
Stiles is cancelling 2020. He’s had it with this dick bag year. And no, Derek’s date on Friday isn't a factor.
There's a whole host of reasons he shouldn't sabotage Derek's evening. Unfortunately, blinding jealousy wins, and Stiles finds himself at Derek’s electrical panel, flicking off a breaker.
Complete darkness.
Derek’s door opens, and panicking Stiles misses a stair and crashes to the ground.
”You made it?” Derek smirks, checking him over gently.
”Huh?” Stiles asks. The penny drops, Scott set him up. Damn his jealous streak!
Derek smiles, pulling him up. ”I wasn't quite expecting this level of sabotage!”
hi! :) looking for a fic I read a while ago. i dont remember much except that derek was pack alpha and the pack was trying to merge with another pack or something like that. to make a good impression with the other pack, they send for a member (a girl) to come stay with derek's pack. they basically plan to have derek to woo her and stiles is super jealous because he's dating derek and the wooing seems to be working. i remember the girl the other pack sent ends up being a lesbian lol
Hey! I think it might be this one.
I don't like the way she's looking at you (I'm starting to think you want her too) by May_Belle | 13.7K | Mature
The one where Stiles and Derek pretend they aren't completely in love with each other for the sake of a possible pack alliance.
Hey hey hey do you have any fic recs where one of Derek's old friends (maybe when he was living in New York idk) comes by and Stiles gets really jealous seeing them together? Sorry if this is too specific! Lots of love ❤
It is a little specific, that’s why we only three fics but we’re sure some of our followers will be able to share some others with us!
Love And Peace Or Else by suchfun
"I met a guy, we had a thing, and now he's stalking me. Wow, wasn't that a sweet fairy tale for the ages, now we can all sleep happily." Declan gets up, tries to push past Derek to get to the door, but Derek shoves him back down.
"Who was he?" he pretty much growls. "If he was an—"
"He's an alpha in training," Declan says, a combination of like fifty percent gleeful, forty percent smug and the tiniest percent contrite. From the way it seems to be directed at Derek, their relationship is even more messed up than Stiles thought. "Son of the Wirth pack Alpha."
"The New York Wirth pack. The pack that took Laura and me in after our family— after the fire." Derek clenches his jaw. "Their alpha was an ally!"
"I'd say... not anymore?" he replies lazily.
Okay, fuck this guy, seriously. "Wow," Stiles says. "Even though I know that's all front, because yeah, hi, like ultimate bluffer sitting right before you," he gestures to himself, "I still think you're a giant douchebag."
My Best Friend Lucy by Wiccan507
Stiles is all set to tell Derek that he has feelings for him but then Lucy shows up. Derek's best friend from New York and she just seems set on turning Stiles life upside down. What with her and Derek totally being in love with each other. It's totally true even if he is the only one who seems to be able to see it.
Adages to Live by (series) by SwimmingSwans
“The universal aptitude for ineptitude makes any human accomplishment an incredible miracle.” In which Stiles believes the same applies to werewolves and other nonhuman entities. Not 3b compliant.
Hi! I know the protective(?) Derek tag was just updated, but is the jealous tag ready to be updated?
the jealous derek tag was just updated as well so here’s some jealous stiles
Salmagundi by inatshej (3/3 | 10,054 | NC17)
Stiles' life is not just a mess anymore, it's a fucking salmagundi. Derek flirting with Kate, Stiles' heat, the confusing bite – none of it makes sense jumbled together.
L: Loss by brokxnharry (1/1 | 8,349 | PG13)
Derek finds out the sheriff is dead and he comes back to be there for Stiles. But Stiles is bitter and angry and alone and kind of losing his mind. Kind of unable to feel what needs to be felt. So Derek stays outside his house, until he's ready to.
Aw(e)fully Good Time by GameCake (1/1 | 5,241 | PG13)
Stiles was pissed. He had been saving money since last year to go on vacation with his friends and one by one they started bailing on him.Thankfully, Derek comes to his rescue.
Approximation by inatshej (1/1 | 6,638 | NC17)
Derek's type is a self-confident, blonde girl. Her grin is almost dangerous, her laugh's loud, and she may seem arrogant – but if anyone has a reason to be arrogant, it's her.Stiles' type is a genius, strawberry blonde girl. She looks perfect no matter the time of a day, her taste's impeccable, she's popular as well as respected – but taken.They turn to each other, struggling with the choices and people around them.
jealousy, look what you've done to me by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 2,359 | R)
When Derek goes back to college, Stiles is the most supportive boyfriend ever. He just doesn't like constantly hearing about Derek's lab partner. A tasteful nude appears to be the only solution.
