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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Enemies to Friends, in between scenes, post-pool scene, Stiles Stilinski is Tired, Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings, Derek Hale Is Bad at Communicating, Developing Friendships, developing feelings, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Don't copy to another site Summary:

Reaching up with one hand to rub at his shoulder, trying to ease some of the pain in the muscle there, he wandered back to his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind himself. He’d only just turned towards his bed to fall face-first onto it—fuck the lights, he’d leave them on, he did not care—when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and his heart dislodged itself into his throat.

He ended up doing a weird half-turn pirouette kind of move, lost his balance, tripped over a pair of pants and landed face-first onto his bed.

[my-favourite-lines]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[fictionescapism]

Fanfic Rec #92 Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf) part 15

Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill "There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them." ----- The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

the cost of living by starcanopus (orphan_account) Derek blinks, attention still anchored on where it had landed. He reaches out without thinking and brushes his hand over the green numbers set starkly against pale skin, pressing his index finger against the seconds ticking down, only vaguely aware of the other man sucking in a sharp breath. 0000•00•0•06•08•10 That can't be right. "You...you have..." Derek glances up to see Stiles looking back at him with an unfathomable expression on his face. "You only have six hours left." The other man jerks his hand away, a pained look flickering across his delicate features before he quickly averts his gaze. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder, asshole." or AU in which people stop aging on their 25th birthday and time becomes currency

By Any Other Name (I Will Always Feel the Same) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) Stiles very slowly reached up with both hands and covered his neck as best he could before whispering, “Are you Vampires?” “What? No.” Derek couldn’t help the small laugh of disbelief that slid up his throat, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. It didn’t matter that he was thousands of years old, or that he was bigger and stronger than Stiles was. Somehow, he was pretty sure once this conversation was over, Stiles was going to be able to crush him like a bug, and he hated that feeling. “Didn’t you say he was smart?” Boyd asked. “Hey,” Stiles insisted, turning to him with a glare but not removing his hands from his neck. “Vampires is a perfectly logical guess in this case. And he said I was right on the Supernatural front. Vampires are Supernatural.” “He said you weren’t wrong,” Boyd corrected. “Not that you were right.” “Well, the opposite of wrong is right, so...” Stiles gave him a look, but turned back to Derek relatively quickly, as if realizing he was delaying his own answers. “We’re not Vampires,” Derek said, then let out a small sigh before admitting, “we’re immortal.” -- Or: The Old Guard AU nobody asked for (except me).

Quack (Stiles Stop Calling It That) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) “Stiles, I’m serious, I need a favour.” “That sounds like a trap,” Stiles Stilinski muttered sleepily into both his pillows. “You know,” he continued when the man in his room made no move to leave, “you’d think I’d be used to this. My dad, coming into my room, smacking my ass to get me out of bed, waking me up at the ass crack of dawn—” “It’s almost one.” “—waking me up at the ass crack of one,” Stiles continued without missing a beat, “and asking for a favour. Given my life growing up with you, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. I think the reason this hits so hard now is that I specifically bought my own apartment so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of dawn—” “Stiles, it’s almost one.” “—so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of one.”

So When Do I Get To Pledge My Loyalty To The Mob by RedRidingStiles “Are you my sugar daddy?” Stiles blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth when his brain catches up to his mouth. The man lets out a soft laugh, making his way around the couch till he’s standing just feet away from Stiles. Stiles can smell his cologne from here, it smells heavenly, Stiles kinda wants to bury his face into the guy's chest so he can figure out exactly what it is. “If that’s what you’d like to call it.” The man smiles, Stiles doesn’t think he should be allowed to smile like that. All soft and gorgeous and way too pretty to be legal. He’s still not convinced any of this is real. Stiles loses his wallet, someone returns it along with $5,000. Shit keeps coming, Stiles life doesn't make any sense anymore, he's just going with it.

[what-ever-happened]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s the end of February and so far my reads have been lackluster at best. So, here’s the only thing that I truly appreciated.

I read “Good Enough to Eat” by @wasterella for the first time in July 2017. I lost count of how many times I re-read it, and I swear, every single time I loved it like the first. It’s among the best fanfictions I’ve ever read, no matter the fandom.

If you’re having a bad reading year like me, and if you’re into Attack on Titan/SnK, read this. Actually, do it even if you’re not into AoT, it’s an AU.

[sterekficrecs]

MY DASH HAS BEEN BLESSED THIS DAY!!!! \o/

🥺 I love you, Ten! You are seriously one of the best people I know! <3

[chibinico]

A scream tore itself up Eren’s throat and he scrambled away from the passenger side when [the wolf’s] snarling face appeared in the window. The wolf was jumping to get up high enough to reach it and when it became clear that wasn’t working, Eren watched it move away and then race forward, slamming against the side of the truck.

“Jesus shit!” Eren shouted when the entire thing rocked and the passenger side window smashed. He felt the truck land back on all four wheels just in time for [the wolf] to make a flying leap at the broken window.

“Shit! Shit!” Eren screamed, scrambling to get the opposite door open when the wolf managed to get part of its upper body into the car through the window. 

After a whole year, I still can’t stop thinking of this wonderful fic, Good Enough to Eat by @wasterella ! Go check it out! It’s so well written and incredible! 

( @snkartists )

[tanekore]

I have a talent @wasterella

[wasterella]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For @keyvvi @kvtriestodraw

Last chapter. Thanks to those of you who stuck around <3 

There are two things to be known about living in Shiganshina: there’s no such thing as privacy, and gossip never dies.

Eren Jaeger has lived in the same small town his entire life, and has always known this to be true. He’d never felt different, and had always believed that nothing exciting would ever happen, and every day would continue to be exactly the same as always.

At least, he used to, until the arrival of a mysterious man. A newcomer who seems to have an interest in the Jaeger family, and keeps his secrets close. A man who never answers questions, and has a dark history that spells trouble.

As demons from the past come racing to the present, Eren finds himself drawn into an inexplicable web of myths and deceit, protected by the one person he’s positive he shouldn’t trust.