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thank you very much friend!
At least the Road to Hell is paved, I'm not good with Stairways by lady emebalia (emebalia)Â (16/? | 33,535 | NC17)
When Derek signs up on a BDSM dating site, he expects things to be straight forward. Turns out the road ahead has more unexpected turns than he thought. But at least Stiles comes well equipped for twists and turns.
Opposites Attract by Pigeonpost (6/6 | 23,666 | R)
"Stiles,!" Lydia tapped her Jimmy Choo clad foot impatiently and tossed her long, strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, " do you want to get laid or not?" The determined glint in her eyes was matched by the sharp edge to her voice.
"Yeah," Stiles whined, he was thinking more of a deep, long-lasting , loving relationship that led to kids and anniversaries. "but.........."
"But nothing," Lydia balled her hands and rested them on her hips, "Brett has got to go."
"But," Stiles protested, "I spent ages finding," Lydia's eyebrow rose disapprovingly, "ok, technically stealing, " Stiles corrected with a blush, "that guy's photo from the Internet and hours and hours making up that profile, couldn't we just keep some of it?"
Lydia glanced at the laptop. "Stiles sweetie," she said more patiently, "he's not you, he's a fantasy you made up and you deserve to be loved for who you are."Â
Wishing For You by ironmuffin (1/1 | 5,088 | PG13)
Scott thought that Stiles was being catfish and asked him to sign up for the MTV Catfish to find out if Stiles' online boyfriend was even a real person or not cause somehow that guy looked photoshop and too good to be truly exists.
When You're Ready by Julibean19Â (1/1 | 3,008 | R)
He wasnât going to do it again. He wasnât going to let another date look at him in horror. Derek refused to be seen as a freak. He was just going to find a new job, move out of his parentâs house, and die alone.
âJust one more date Derek, please!â Laura begged, following him down the stairs and waving her phone at his back.
âI said no! You donât know what itâs like,â Derek muttered, suddenly defeated.
âI know babe,â Laura told him, coming up to wrap an arm around her little brother, standing up on her tippy toes until she could lay her head on his shoulder. âBut look at this guy. Heâs gorgeous.â
Derek couldnât resist a quick glance at the dating app. Damnit. Laura was right, as always. The guy was gorgeous. A mole dotted face with an adorably upturned nose smirked at him from behind a pair of square framed glasses, and he could feel his resolve crumbling.










