Hi i wanted to ask if you know fanfics where stiles gets his wisdom teeths out or has a surgery or something and says hilarious things to derek and tries to flirt with him please
Yeah!
It's Okay Big Guy by fancyachatup
(1/1 I 465 I General)
Derek gets his wisdom teeth out
Baby You Got A Bright Future Behind You by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl)
(1/1 I 3,056 I Teen)
Stiles loves going to the dentist. Loves it. He gets that it’s kind of strange, he does. Scott hates going to the dentist, hates it even more now that he and Kira have the twins and it costs like a million bucks or something every trip (or well, maybe not a million bucks but Stiles generally zones out once Scott starts to rant about money. He definitely doesn’t love talking about money). But Stiles is blessed to have a job with good dental coverage, and a visit to the dentist doesn’t usually come with a big bill. It does however come with hygienists and a dentist that are smokin’ hot.
I'm currently sick with flu and fever and all I can think is sick and grumpy (but pouty) Derek clinging to Stiles, cuddling in the bed. Stiles beautiful fingers gently massaging Derek's scalp and Derek couldn't help but nuzzle his nose into Stiles's neck. But then Stiles phone ringing and Derek huff in annoyance. Stiles quickly reject the call (he make a mental note to return the call later) and continue the massage. Derek may or may not purr. He did not. He swear he did not. - Z
Werewolves are meant to be invulnerable, but it’s just Derek’s luck that he should fall sick. Battling mistletoe poisoning, the last person he expects to take care of him is Peter, and yet—there he is.
For chanelle (AO3): I really want a fic where Derek is sick or injured and just needing babied in general! Doesn't matter to me what kind of sick/injury. Vomiting fever etc.
As for who I want to see mother henning... I'd like it to be Uncle Peter! Not a slash pairing at all but just where uncle loves and cares for his nephew! I feel like there really aren't enough fics out there that show this side of Peter. Also I really believe Peter does care in his own way.
Derek felt the world spin around him, his stomach churning as he found it harder and harder to swallow past the rising bile in his throat. His body felt heavy, his legs dragging across the floor as he struggled to make his way to the kitchen. He staggered and slumped against the benchtop, bracing himself on his trembling arms as the urge to vomit overtook him. Bursts of light blinded his vision as he collapsed against the sink and hurled.
Inky black sludge splattered against the steel sink. He turned the tap on, washing it down the drain. He cupped his hands and drank the water, spitting out the remnants of the mistletoe and black fluid in his mouth. He splashed the cool water across his face, feeling clarity ease his mind as he shut off the water and straightened his back.
“Derek?” a voice called from the living room.
Derek let out a heavy sigh, grabbing the dish towel and drying his face before staggering over to the doorway and glaring at the man standing in the larger space of the loft.
“Good god, you look like hell,” Peter remarked.
Derek narrowed his glare. “Thanks,” he said sarcastically, still clutching the towel in his hand.
“What happened to you?” Peter asked.
“Got in a fight with a Darach,” Derek explained. “They used mistletoe spores.”
“Okay, you need to lie down,” Peter said, rushing over to his nephew’s side and gently escorting him towards his bed.
Derek brushed Peter’s hands away. “I don’t need your help. I’m fine.”
“Look, we’ve had our issues in the past, there’s no denying that,” Peter said. “But you are my nephew.”
“Peter,” Derek said firmly. He looked his uncle in the eye as he insisted, “I’m fine.”
“Will you please just lie down?” Peter said pleadingly.
“If I lie down, I’m not going to get up again,” Derek pointed out.
“Then let me help you,” Peter insisted.
“You’re not going to leave me alone unless I say yes, are you?”
Peter smirked. “You know me too well.”
Derek rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” he huffed, dragging his lethargic body over to the bed and collapsing among the sheets. He felt his energy drain away, so exhausted that he didn’t even try to fight Peter off as his uncle pulled the blanket up over him.
He let his eyes drift shut as sleep overcame him.
When he woke, he heard noises in the kitchen. He let to a weak grunt as he forced himself to sit up in bed.
Peter seemed to hear him, because he came rushing out of the kitchen with a glass of water and a packet of crackers.
“Here,” Peter said, passing the glass of water to Derek. “Drink up. And when you’re feeling well enough to eat, have some of these.”
He set the crackers down on the bed-side table.
“I’ve called Deaton and he’s going to bring over some herbs and stuff to help get the mistletoe out of your system,” he explained.
Derek watched as Peter reached over to the bed-side table, picking up a small towel that sat in a bowl of cool water, ringing it out before placing it against Derek’s forehead.
Derek pulled back slightly, squinting suspiciously at his uncle.
Peter rolled his eyes. “You still don’t trust me, do you?”
“If you were in my place, would you trust you?” Derek asked.
Peter’s brow knitted together for a moment as he looked at his nephew. He shook his head slightly, his face relaxing as he looked at Derek. “You are my sister’s son, my nephew. Believe it or not, I care about you. You’re the only family I have.”
Derek paused for a moment, shocked by his uncle’s sincerity.
“I guess I’m just not used to you mother-henning me,” Derek croaked. “You were always more of a ‘survival of the fittest’ kind of person.”
“I know, but things tend to change when there’s only two of us left,” Peter admitted. He sat still for a second before setting the towel back in the bowl and rising to his feet. “Deaton won’t be here for a couple more hours, so just try and get some more sleep. I’ll make soup.”
Derek sat still watching his uncle make his way back to the kitchen, his eyes darkened by pain and his sullen face falling into an expression of sorrow. He waited for a little while before reaching for the packet of crackers, nibbling on them until he felt he couldn’t eat any more. He set the box down on the drawer and shuffled back under the blankets, pulling them back up around his face and letting himself settle into sleep again.
He woke to the smell of chicken soup, blinking he eyes open. He kicked the blankets off and threw his legs off the side of the bed, struggling to his feet. He staggered into the kitchen, collapsing on one of the chairs by the table.
“You know I would have brought it to you if you had stayed in bed, right?” Peter scolded him.
“I didn’t want to stay in bed,” Derek muttered.
Derek could almost hear Peter roll his eyes. He watched as his uncle dished the soup into bowls and brought it over to the table.
He picked up three small vials that sat on the counter, sitting down at the table across from Derek. He set the vials down in front of Derek, pointing at the first two as he explained, “Ginger for nausea and cumin extract for abdominal pain, constipation and diarrhea.” He pointed at the third vial. “And a mixture of dandelion, red clover and cilantro to flush the toxins out of your system. Deaton says you can put the last two in your soup and the ginger in your tea.”
Derek nodded, unscrewing the small lids on the vials and sprinkling the herbs into his soup. He stirred them in before lifting a spoonful to his lips. His heart fluttered as a wave of nostalgia washed over him. He couldn’t help but smile as he said, “It’s just like mum used to make it.”
Peter smiled at him, but his smile fell as a glint of pain filled his eyes. He lowered his head and began to eat his soup.
Derek didn’t say anything else.
They sat in silence as they ate.
Derek’s heart ache as Peter’s words returned to him: it was only the two of them.
When he finished, he let Peter clear away the dishes and help him back to bed, letting his uncle take care of him.
Derek gets sick. Stiles nurses/nags him back to health with a few tried and true methods.
"Promise you'll respect the blanket, Derek, and I'll take it out.""I will not promise to respect a blanket.""It can hear you!" Stiles whisper-screamed. "Think twice, Derek. That's all I'm saying."He stared at Stiles, his face completely blank. "You're scaring me a little, I won't lie.""Promise me," Stiles repeated."Oh my God," Derek groaned. "Fine! Just show me!"
First Kiss by mandalou42 (1/1 | 7,152 | PG13)
Do you remember your first kiss? It's pretty memorable for Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale. Then we fast forward to their second first kiss, but what does that mean for them exactly?
To the First of Many, Sourwolf by Akinasky (1/1 | 6,958 | G)
Derek and Stiles try to have their first V-Day together.
doctor, doctor, give me the news (i got a bad case of lovin' you) by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 3,183 | G)
“I just kissed your forehead, chill,” Stiles said, rolling his eyes as he plopped down in the comfy armchair by the other end of the couch, folding his legs to set his ankle on his knee. He picked his biochemistry book up from where he had set it on the floor, resting it on his thigh as he cracked it open, flipping through the pages until he found his desired page.But Derek could not chill. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Because Stiles had just kissed him.
Project D by nosetothewind94, Ryennin (4/4 | 12,421 | PG13)
The pack is fed up with the tension between Derek and Stiles so they stage an intervention. When that doesn't help, they decide to take matters into their own hands.
or
The one where the pack meddles, the Universe is a dick and sometimes, all you need to finally get what you want is 3 disastrous attempts and the Abominable Snowman...
Temperature by nogitsune_lichen (1/1 | 2,030 | G)
“Wait he let you use a thermometer on him? How come you wouldn’t let me?” Stiles asked, a little wounded.
Derek looked to him with a raised eyebrow, “because last time you shoved it in and I almost choked.”
Are there any fics like the movie Just Like Heaven? Basically the plot is a guy moves into this girls apartment and her ghost is still there, but only he can see her. In the end it turns out she was in a coma. Anything sort of like that would be good. Thanks :)
Yes! - Anastasia
You Save Me From the World by ughisaac (Shwatsonlocked)
(3/10 I 7,645 I Teen I Scisaac)
Isaac Lahey works long hours as a surgical resident. Scott McCall just wants to be left alone in his newly rented apartment. An apartment that's actually Isaac's, so why is Scott living there and saying it's his anyway?
We Haunt Ourselves by LessonsFromMoths
(6/6 I 20,489 I General I Sterek)
The imposter has been here for a maximum of two hours and Derek already knows too much about him.
"Dad. Dad. Dad. No. Dad. Please just. Dad." One—his dad is extremely worried about him. Extremely.
Two— "No, I did not ask you to do that! Dammit!" —he talks to inanimate objects, usually when he accidentally runs into them.
"Fucking stupid, Stiles, can you get any worse?" Third—he talks in the third person. A lot.
Fourth: his name is Stiles. Like what the hell? His house is being inhabited by a living person named Stiles.
Looks like Derek's finally got something to be angry about.
Or....in which Derek is a ghost and Stiles is living in his duplex.*i know the tags say major character death, but Derek is already dead so.....just being safe rather than sorry. If you want to know more, message me.*
Hunger For Your Touch by WhoNatural
(1/1 I 42,066 I Explicit I Sterek)
“I got you, my dad, a gorgeous home... a freaking cat... Guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
How are the boys when they're sick? I think stiles would be the 'i'm fine, but i am going to take 15 ibuprofen and go to bed right tf now' and nobody is supposed to bother him. then derek is like, passed out on the couch/common area and every time anyone mentions anything he just moans something like 'if i were a human it would be the plague you have no idea the amount of suffering i endure on a daily basis look at me i'm in pain pity me i should be cured by now what good are werewolf powers--"
To the lovely kind people who tirelessly answer requests and finds enormous amounts of fic recs! I really liked wolf in the house by joe Lawson. It's angsty for derek, lots of hurt and lonelyness to then comfort, stilinski family feels and sterek. Basically it has hurt and lonely derek trying to become part of the stilinski "pack" of two. Really recommend it! Would love to know if there are more fics like that out there. If you find something I would be very greatful!
Yes! I love those kind of fics. - Anastasia
Wolf in the House by JoeLawson
(1/1 I 33,481 I Teen I Sterek)
“What? It’s totally an improvement. He’s not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he’s a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs.”
“And you always wanted a dog,” Sheriff added wryly.
“And I always wanted a dog.”
***
Temperature by nogitsune_lichen
(1/1 I 2,030 I Teen I Sterek)
“Wait he let you use a thermometer on him? How come you wouldn’t let me?” Stiles asked, a little wounded.
Derek looked to him with a raised eyebrow, “because last time you shoved it in and I almost choked.”
“Well there’s a lot of things I shove–”
“Son,” his father warned.
Bonding over Burgers by Lonaargh
(1/1 I 2,598 I General I Sterek)
Sheriff John Stilinski feels guilty. Stiles falsely accused Derek of being a murderer. Now, granted, the Hale boy did have a certain broodiness over him, but he didn’t deserve being called a murderer. And Stiles is his son. A mere apology won’t do, there must be something else he can do to make things up to Derek.~~
“Hey! Get in.”
Derek looked up, keeping his leisurely pace. “Am I under arrest? If so-”
“What? No. Of course not.”
“Then why…?” Derek didn’t finish the sentence, but let the question hang in the air.
John sighed, audibly annoyed, “Because it’s raining, it’s cold, you’re not wearing anything that’s remotely appropriate for this kind of weather, and I somehow don’t think you had dinner yet.”
A penny saved by Nival_Vixen
(1/1 I 3,395 I Mature I Sterek)
Stiles knows how much it cost for him to be in Eichen House, and tries to think of a way to save money. His brilliant idea? Cooking every single meal. Only, Stiles doesn’t actually know how to cook.
Derek helps Stiles with cooking when he realises he misses him at the pack meetings. He eventually finds out about the Stilinski’s financial problems and wants to help however he can.
The Morning After by mikkimouse
(1/1 I 3,635 I Teen I Sterek)
After the night he’d had, John just wanted a quiet cup of coffee and some toast before his son woke up. This, he felt, was not too much to ask from the universe.
Apparently the universe disagreed, because John came downstairs at 7:30 in the goddamn morning to see a man he’d previously arrested for murder grinding coffee beans in his kitchen.
I didn’t know I was broken ‘til I wanted to change (I wanna get better) by KeepGoing
(2/? I 4,829 I Explicit I Sterek)
Derek realizes if he is going to stay in Beacon Hills he needs to make some changes. He’s not the same person he was and he needs to build upon his new found realizations.
Stiles wants to help.
And help he does.
John rests his hands in front of him folded, with a look of calm on his face towards his son. “Stiles, everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone deserves the right to change and be better. Derek came to me and expressed this. I gave it to him. So why don’t you cut the young man some slack and be happy and supportive and not look down at him all the time?”
Stiles eyes bug out of his head, hands still flailing as he looks between his father and the new deputy. Derek finally nods at him, eyes warm and inviting, a new look Stiles has never seen on him before.
“Derek?” It comes out like a question but Stiles isn’t sure why it does. Derek just nods again.
“I wanna get better.”
can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful by HalfFizzbin
(1/1 I 6,260 I Teen I Sterek)
“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”
(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)
Through the Ashes by JusticeBanana
(7/7 I 11,615 I Teen I Sterek)
Stiles didn’t really know what he expected when he walked into the kitchen coming home from Scott, Isaac and Melissa’s. It sure as hell wasn’t his dad sitting and staring at a Wolf. A wolf, in their kitchen.
The Werewolf Who Built his House of Brick by Ionaonie
(1/1 I 39,932 I General I Sterek)
Now that Scott’s human again, Derek isn’t their problem any more.
So why can’t Stiles stop thinking about him?
Wolfsbane by DiscontentedWinter
(17/17 I 48,231 I Mature I Sterek)
Kate Argent has kept a little trophy of the Hale fire for all these years - Derek Hale.When Deputy Stiles Stilinski finds him, he doesn’t just need to rescue Derek from the Argents. He needs to rescue Derek from his past.
Dirty paws and furry coats by queerly_it_is
(1/1 I 57,621 I Explicit I Sterek)
Stiles is eight years old when his dad brings Derek home.
Hey! I’m looking for a fix that you’ve recommended on here before but I lost it. It’s sterek, and it’s where Derek and stiles both get these weird and unexplained seizures, and in the seizures one of them sees the others life through their eyes. And it goes on from when they’re really little, until they finally find each other when they’re older. When Derek is in like a mental hospital of something because he told someone. Please help me find it?!
Hey @wendy-gold! I think it might be this one?
Somewhere Else, Someone Else by megxmas
(13/13 I 19,579 I Teen I Sterek)
They’re sitting in the car, and Stiles’ dad is poring over the scans, gesturing violently at the air. ‘I just don’t understand!’ he says. ‘There’s never been anything out of the ordinary on any of your tests, and yet you always have seizures! How come nothing ever comes up?’
Stiles shrugs, has heard his dad complain about this a dozen times before. Stiles is pretty sure that he and Derek are some kind of magical soulmates and this is the way the world has decided to connect them, but somehow, he doesn’t think that’ll fly as an explanation.
