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To Be A Good Person by WhoNatural (wordcount: 4,725)

Wherein Derek and Beacon Hills' newest deputy have a history.

"I wanna set Derek up with someone," Stiles announces, and Scott’s character gets blown up by a rocket launcher. He pauses the game and turns to look at Stiles like he’s truly crazy - like out of everything that’s happened over the last six months, this is the weirdest thing he’s ever said. Isaac looks up from Melissa’s magazine and frowns. "What?"

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The Curve of Your Clavicle by WhoNatural (wordcount: 6,264)

Derek isn’t an uptight person - seriously, for an alpha, he’s downright laid-back - but something about Stilinski makes him want to bare his teeth and grasp him by the scruff and bite.

No, not bite. That would be incredibly inappropriate, of course - and Derek plus the legal department are aware of that. Anyway, the point is, Stilinski needs to be kept in line.

Or, wherein Derek's office rival might be the same person keeping him sane at night when the loneliness hits.

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The Last Song I’ll Write About You by WhoNatural (wordcount: 1,890)

"So his face sells records, is what you’re saying," she says, and yeah, he’s been talking about the jerkwad for most of his lunch break, but that’s no reason for her to get that glint in her eye. “You must think it’s a pretty marketable face, if it can make someone’s debut album go triple-platinum in the span of two months.”

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The Sloth to my Tree by decideophobia (wordcount: 4,661)

Derek doesn’t admit that everything about Stiles doesn’t just makes him weak in the knees, but melts all of his bones, and makes his heart lurch, and his head spin; doesn’t admit that Stiles makes him feel a lot of things he was sure he’d not feel again for a long, long time.

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The Epic Tale of Jorts and Joseph The Turkey by WhoNatural (wordcount: 4,116)

The cherry on top of the crap sundae that is Derek's life is being sentenced to twenty-four hours community service for a few measly parking tickets. Whatever, at least the guy yelling at leftover take-out is kind of hot.

“Stilinski! Quit cavorting with the newbies and make with the trash-stabbing!”

“That’s not a thing you should say in the midst of a bunch of convicts, Bobby,” the guy - Stilinski - retorts. Something tells Derek this guy’s no stranger to community service.

“It’s hardly maximum security - and for the last time, it’s Mr. Finstock!”

“Jeez, alright, don’t strain something. I was just being friendly.”

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The Dating Game by lielabell (wordcount: 4,596)

Derek doesn't exactly understand how he ended up as a contestant on a dating show. He knows that it started with a lot of whiskey and a late night phone call to his sister and mockery. Lots and lots of mockery, because Laura never lets anything go, no matter how old she gets.

(Because what the world really needs is more Omegaverse!dating show fic in it. Right?)

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The Truth of It, Part Two by alisvolatpropiis (wordcount: 3,416)

Stiles stood in front of the mirror in the tiny bathroom of his apartment in Iowa City and gingerly pulled the bandage from the fresh tattoo, his first. He winced at the sting of the tape and the hiss of cool air against the abused patch just over his heart, slightly red and a little swollen. His eyes flicked back and forth between his reflection and down to his chest, the ink so solid and vibrant it seemed to glow darkly on his skin, uncharacteristically tan from his travels.

(Stiles didn’t tell Scott, or anyone for that matter, about that first tattoo. Six months later, when he got his second, a wolf-bite on his hip in the same spot where Peter had bitten Scott six years prior, the day before he met Derek, he skyped Scott immediately to show him, and they both cried.)

He didn’t cry though, with that first one, not when got it and not when he studied the black swirls on his chest after he removed the bandage. He had spent the previous two months crying the last of his tears for Derek Hale, and this tattoo was to remind him of that fact, an acknowledgement of Derek’s inextricable hold over his heart, even if he is the one who unknowingly shattered it.

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'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.”