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Incommunicado by WhoNatural (wordcount: 5,433)
Why is Derek being so weird?
Derek looks up from where he’s adjusting his shirt back into his pants - really? - and pauses. “Stiles?”
Clearly something in his scent is giving him away, but he’s too busy swallowing against the sting of bile that has made its way into his throat and checking behind the couch for future murder victims because Derek is totally cheating on him.
I’ll Wait Up For You, Dear by WhoNatural (wordcount: 5,440)
Derek is the Uber driver who always seems to be up when Stiles needs a ride home from work.
Rumour Has It by WhoNatural (wordcount: 12,979)
Now rumour has it she ain't got your love anymore.
In Your Absence by lielabell (wordcount: 1,411)
Words are not Derek's friends. Not by a long shot. So Derek doesn't use them. He doesn't open up. He doesn't share. It doesn't matter how much he might want to, it's just not something that happens.
Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk (wordcount: 6,810)
“Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don't believe I'm genuinely interested in you, then I'll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”
Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”
'Till You Make It by standinginanicedress (wordcount: 46,088)
“I'm saying – let's fake it.”
Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he's fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”
“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we're doing as well as our parents want us to and then they'll be off our backs, right?”
“We don't have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he'd much rather be yelling. “We're literally soulmates.”
“That's the beauty of it! It's going to be so fucking easy. I can't believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can't believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”
A Fool For Fire by thebatwiggler (wordcount: 38,276) (WIP) Stiles and Derek see their relationship in two very different ways. (Or, the one where Stiles thinks they’re fuck buddies while Derek believes they’re in a committed relationship.)
Comfortably Numb by WhoNatural (wordcount: 2,668)
He stands, then, pulling off his shirt, and Derek forgets himself. Forgets that he no longer has the right to drink in the strong curve of back, the smattering of moles or the light dusting of chest hair he could describe from memory. He's not allowed to watch the ripple of muscles across his shoulders, newly defined, as he throws the garment away, and he shouldn't let his breath thin at the trail of dark hair, framed between slim hips and below natural, almost soft abdominals that he can still feel what it's like to bury his nose against. He forgets because it's been too long since he's let himself remember.
