#stoner derek

[christinesficrecs]

hellooo! i've just discovered your blog and it is so amazing! i was wondering if you or your followers know the name of this one fic, where stiles buys weed from derek (derek grows weed and sells to pharmaceutical companies i think?) and they smoke at derek's house and i think smut? thank you so much for all that you do! xx

Thank you so much!!!

Sorry I don’t know this one. 

Sour Kush by alisvolatpropiis | 2.9K

Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.

The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.

Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.

[twficfinder]

Hey guys, I'm looking for a fic in which Derek leaves BH for whatever reason I can't remember, but when he comes back he's smoking a lot of weed and he's super chill and for whatever reason this really pisses Stiles off. He thinks Derek can't protect them anymore.. I remember one scene where Derek puts some Omegas on a train with a bunch of weed. Any way I'd be super grateful if you could help me out!

feelavalanche says:

some kind of karmic-chi love thing by llassah

“Stiles, uh. You know I’m totally on your side? Like, I’ll never not be on your side, ever. But you know that weed’s kind of different for werewolves, right?”

Stiles mashes his face into Scott’s chest, tries to burrow down under the comforter. Scott sighs, pulls back and waits until Stiles is looking at him.

“I know. Just—don’t try and make me be the adult here,” he says, hates the plaintive tone his voice has taken on.

“He’s happy, Stiles. And I can’t believe you’d ever think I’d do that to you, buddy,” he says, ruffling Stiles’s hair with a grin as Stiles slaps his hand away and hunkers down again, his ear against Scott’s chest, their feet tangled together.

Derek Hale comes back to Beacon Hills stoned and happy. Stiles tries not to resent him for it, and mostly fails.