#poor stiles

[moonch8ld]

Stiles: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Derek: I do have a sense of humor you know

Stiles: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Derek: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

[violetfairydust]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you (and hugs) to the astonishingly talented and sweet @dontcallpanic <3 I haven't been doing a ton of writing lately, but I did start a new fic I'm excited about! Here is a first draft snippet for Stop and Stay.

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“You wanted to see me, Mr. Harris?”

A smirk was playing on his lips. “Have a seat, Mr. Stilinski. I have gotten some reports from one of our clients that your email responses have been less than satisfactory.”

“If this is about Mrs. O’Connor, it is not my fault if she can’t follow proper instructions. I have told her time and time again that if she wants to-”

Harris held up a hand. “Mr. Stilinski, it is up to you to be clear in your emails. If you can’t communicate effectively, it is not the client’s fault.”

The metal feet of the chair scraped against the floor in a screech. It was like a cry for help - similar to one Stiles felt every second he sat across from his boss who was the devil incarnate. “I wrote out a step-by-step guide.”

“She said you came across condescending and passive aggressive.”

He leaned forward with disbelief. “How was that condescending when she’s too stupid to know what I mean when I say ‘turn on the computer and click on the internet icon?’”

Harris shuffled through a stack of papers until he landed on the one he wanted. He even cleared his throat before reading aloud. “Dear Mrs. O’Connor, Here is is step-by-step instructional guide to fix the issue. One, Press the power button on your computer. Two, Wait for the screen to light up. Three, When the time and date and the pretty picture appear, hit enter. It will tell you to enter your password. If it does not, skip to step five. Four, Enter your password. Don’t ask me what it is, I don't know. Five, Find the little arrow on the screen and move it over the icon of the multicolored circle. Six, Double click. Seven, If your internet is still slow and showing unwanted ads, try switching to Firefox.” He looked over the top of the paper at Stiles. “Need I go on?”

“That reads normal to me, sir.” The last word flopped on his tongue and left a bitter taste.

“What about the latest email?”

“What was wrong with the latest one?”

“She said it was aggressive and rude.”

“All I said was ‘If you are still confused by my instructions, email me.’”

“No, what you said was ‘If there is any part of this email that is also unclear or confusing, please feel free to shoot me.’”

His eyes locked on the mold colored tile. His response came out in a half mumble. “That was clearly a typo.”

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Teen Wolf fandom try not to romanticise pedophilia challenge GO!!

[fanficanatic-tw]

I'm no Werewolf (The Rewrite) chapter 30 - Sneak peek

“Do you want to help each other out?”

“L-L-Like… with-with homework?” he asked innocently.

“No” she whispered through a smile, “help each other get off”

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[sourwolfstories]

Rich Man, Poor Man by TyReed

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 58055

During a first date gone horribly wrong, Stiles Stilinksi realizes that the snarky guy he's been asked out by is actually Derek Hale, an heir to Hale Industries, one of the most profitable companies in the entire world. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in the son of a teacher and a cop, a loser who spends all weekend watching movies in his pajamas, and who is also possibly one of the biggest dorks on the Internet.

At the same time, after screwing up their first date horribly, Derek Hale realizes that the funny guy he's asked out is Stiles Stilinksi, the warmest and kindest individual he's ever met in his life, with a family just a loving and caring. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in a guy who screws up everything he does, lacks any semblance of a backbone, and who is possibly one of the biggest history dorks in all of the United States.

These rich and poor men will come to experience a taste of each other's lives, and learn where the real blessings in the world can be found.

[stacinadia]

For @sterekdrabbles​!  April 22nd’s prompt was flu, treat, release, and the theme week of isolation continues!  This time, Stiles is isolated because he’s sick and everyone is off at either work or school.

Also on AO3.

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The brave yet undeniably human Stiles Stilinski had finally been defeated, by the flu.   He was stuck in bed, too exhausted to even lift his head off the pillow.  And he was alone because everyone was either at school or work.  

Derek coming through the open window had to be a hallucination from loneliness.  It would have been a real treat if the werewolf that he had feelings for came to keep him company.  But he wasn’t real, Stiles realized sadly, his chest tightening painfully.  

“Of course I am.”  A hand gripped Stiles’ shoulder.

The tightness around Stiles heart released.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

some more Estranged trivia that’s not plot relevant but that I would love to put into a little quick oneshot somewhere in the series 

Mitch hates Batman. Specifically The Dark Night Rises, but Stiles doesn’t care about specifics because Mitch hates Batman???

And like, okay, to be fair, Mitch has nothing against Batman himself. No, it’s the bullshit shock-tactic economics employed in DNR that he can’t stand, because that’s not how that works, that’s now how any of that works! And given his position, it really grates to watch. But he tries. For Stiles’ sake, he tries.

Except sometime during the movie Stiles looks over and sees Mitch visibly cringing and biting back what’s sure to be some very scathing commentary. Stiles actually pauses the movie because he’s got to hear this, it’s sure to be entertaining, and Mitch goes off on a whole mini tirade and Stiles isn’t sure whether to laugh or be offended. 

There was a really great youtube video on it a long time ago and im so disappointed I can’t find it again because it explained it better than I could, but ahhh, yeah, Mitch Does Not Like Batman.

[teenwolfechoes]

Alright Take 2 Issac x Stiles Angst “1. Is this some sick joke” “You promised you’d come back” 🥺 I’m ready to cry

Thank you for the request ya beautiful person. So, this kinda deviated from what you requested. I hope you enjoy. ❤️ As always, my request and inbox remain open to all. Stay amazing my furry friends.

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Stiles’ POV

It’s all gone to hell, it feels like one thing after another at this point. Here I am, cleaning up Derek’s apartment with everyone else gone. I can’t honestly blame old sour wolf. If I didn’t have ties here I would run too. This town, it’s going to be the death of anyone who stays. 

After everything the pack has been through, it seems the smartest ones leave. Though they’re also the luckiest ones, having no ties here. One after another the strong and loyal people are dying though. Erica, Boyd, Allison, Aiden. Why have I stayed again? 

Ah that’s right, Scott, dad, Lydia. All those people I’d gladly put my life on the line for, even though they never listen to me. It’s not like I know what I’m talking about right? No, why listen to Stiles when we can just go charge in head first. No one wants to listen to the human. 

“Stiles? What are you doing here?” I hear Isaac prod from the front door. When did he even get here? I have to admit though, staying away from Beacon did him some good. He’s gotten more muscle, he looks at ease. 

I let out a scoff “what do you mean what am I doing here Isaac?” I hiss in response. He’s the one who left. Why is he questioning me? 

He tilts his head at me before walking into the room fully. His eyes take in the packed boxes and empty walls. “Where’s Derek?” He prods, sounding genuinely worried. 

My eyes shoot to the floor as my throat catches a bit. “He-he, um, Derek left Isaac. He’s not coming back.” I choke out. He’s getting out of this forsaken town before it kills him. 

Isaac’s face turns to complete shock. “Is this some kind of sick joke? What do you mean he’s leaving? What about the pack?” He growls at me with fury coating his tone. 

My tongue shoots across my teeth before a dark chuckle comes from my throat. This boy has the audacity to come in here and question Derek when he left us first. “Why does it matter to you? You left. You’ve been gone for who knows how long. You don’t know the shit we’ve had to deal with without you during that time. It’s been hell!” I shout at him before tossing a nearby table to the floor. I guess some of that pent up aggression is ready to play. Then again not all of void has left. 

His eyes cast to the floor with a glimmer of shame. He crosses his arms over his chest and brings his gaze back to me. “I needed time stiles. My heart couldn’t take much more of this town. I’d lost too much here.” He all but chokes out to me. 

I laugh fully now. My hand toss up in the air, “Yeah? Guess what Issac we needed you! Derek needed you, Scott, Lydia, the pack. We need you and you left. Why? Oh what shit got tough? We were all attached to Allison. We were all attached to Erica and Boyd. Granted the last two were more with you and Derek than the rest of us. Even then Derek had to carry that on his chest by himself. Don’t come at me with pure bullshit. You promised you’d come back Isaac.” I retort with my heart on my shoulders. At this point I honestly couldn't care less about who sees my heart, my emotions. 

He looks taken aback by my outburst, finally letting it settle in. I clear my throat and attempt to bring my emotions in. I finally recognize a few tears ran down my face, causing my hands to clear up the evidence. Isaac truly looks like a lost puppy at the moment. 

I walked over to him and pull him into a hug. As much as he use to get on my nerves, I truly did miss him. “Look, shit happened and it’s in the past. We need you now more than ever. So if you’re here to stay, you’ll be welcomed with open arms. If you’re just gonna tuck tail and run when shit gets rough again though, it’s best you go back to wherever you were. It’ll stay between us that I saw you. Scott needs a pack that’ll back him up fully.” I smile to him with my hand on his shoulder. 

His look turns to one in deep thought for a second. His mouth turns to a small smile, “I’m here to stay Sherlock. For good this time.” He lowly states to me before pulling me in for another hug. “Stiles, I’m sorry I left. I just, I was weak.” He continues before looking around the building. “I’m not weak anymore.” He finishes in an almost whisper. 

I have no idea what he went through while he was gone, but it seems to have truly made him stronger. I smile at him before hold my hand out for him to shake. He grips it looking slightly confused at my antics. I chuckle “welcome back good pup, always nice to have a wolf in a scarf around.” I say with mischief lacing my tone before ducking a hand coming to slap my head. 

He playfully growls at me before shaking his head “it’s good to be back Robin.” He states with a look of happiness in his eyes. 

My hand flies to my heart at the nickname before I hold my other one out. “I am not Robin! Scott is so far from Batman what is wrong with you people! I think the werewolf thing is boggling your minds!” I scoff at him with a stern look in my features. My hands are planted on my hips and my head is drawn back. 

Isaac absolutely busts into laughter. It’s the kind that has him on his butt on the floor while he attempts to choke out words. “You know what, you’re absolutely right. Less Robin and more like pack mom!” He barely gets out before he’s in tears laughing at me. 

I fully take in my stance before shaking my head with a smile on my face. “Alright alright, I’ll take that. As your pack mother I demand you help me pack this stuff up. It’s getting a bit depressing honestly.” I half joke to him before helping him back to his feet. 

His mood immediately sobers at the thought before he somberly nodded his head. “Yeah, I’ll help you. It sucks he’s gone man. I was really hoping to see him again.” He mumbled into the room. 

We take in the room one more time. Boxes are packed everywhere, the furniture is covered with sheets, and it’s quiet. I don’t know what we’re going to do without Derek. The old sourwolf has truly grown on me. Half of me hopes he changes his mind, comes back home. I hope something, anything, brings him back. I have so many unsaid things that feel like weights on my heart. It hurts, but it wasn’t our time. 

It’s probably stupid to even think that way. There’s no way Derek would go for me. Right? The cracks in his heart, they remind me of my own. I get it, he’s not looking for a connection with just anyone. What’s the point of the one if you find them at the wrong time, in the wrong life? 

A hand gently grabs my shoulder “Hey man, you good?” Isaac breaks my train of thought. 

I clear my throat and rub my face. “Yeah I’m good. Let’s get this over with.” I mumble in response to his worry. Who am I to ruin the happiness Der could find away from here. At my statement both Isaac and I get busy packing up Derek’s house. Things are about to get bad, I can feel it. Hopefully with Isaac here we can have someone with as much experience as Scott to back us up. 

“We are all wondering the earth, alone, longing to be longed for.” - William C. Hannan

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