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sterek au - emissary!stiles

Stiles knows that Derek overheard his conversation with Deucalion. He knows that soon enough he will confront him and ask how exactly did he make the pack of alphas leave Beacon Hills.

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sketch dump ft. Stiles as various mythical creatures

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Restless (Stiles/Derek)

For @greyhoundsgirl who prompted Stiles/Derek and reunion. Hope you enjoy this! I’m really happy with how it turned out! Restless. Stiles/Derek. Teen. Stiles has been feeling unsettled and restless, missing something without knowing exactly what.

The academy really sucks. It’s been raining a lot this fall, and the instructors don’t care that the cadets are only humans who can get cold and sick if forced to run outside every day. Stiles has managed to avoid getting sick, so far, but most of his group has come down with a cold, if not something worse. It’s like their primary instructor thinks they’re in the military instead of cop school. His dad keeps telling him to just hold his tongue, warns him that some of the instructors can be assholes, and says it’ll get better, like some damn PSA or something.

Some days, he really regrets the night he encouraged Scott to go look for a dead body. If the supernatural bullshit hadn’t invaded their lives sophomore year, he might have maintained his GPA and kept his position in the top of his class. There would have been scholarship opportunities, and he could be bitching about eight a.m. classes and annoying professors instead of the academy. Really, it’s six of one or a half dozen of another. Maybe he should have just forced himself to not care about anyone and take off with no forwarding address, do the Derek thing with random postcards occasionally but no sure way for anyone to get in touch. Best way to avoid getting dragged back into shit is to never tell anyone where you are, just where you’ve been.

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Interruptions (Derek/Stiles)

For the last (OMG!) 500 Follower Giveaway Runner Up @luvs-jade who wanted Stiles/Derek with jealous/pining!Derek. I hope you enjoy this! Also a big thank you to @tattooedsiren for the quote that inspired me! Intteruptions. Stiles/Derek. Teen. It’s oddly convenient that various supernatural shenanigans seem to happen whenever Stiles has a date. Derek just says it’s an interesting coincidence.

“Why do you always call me when I’m on a date?”

“What? I do not,” Derek denies quickly, not giving Stiles even a second to dwell on that question. If Stiles dwells on it, he’ll start thinking about it too much and realize Derek’s got ulterior motives when it comes to his phone calls regarding convenient supernatural issues that need attention.

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I have this idea of Stiles programming personal ringtones for everyone in his phone. But when he and Derek get together, he's stuck because /obviously/ he has to change his. Stiles can't figure anything out, & Derek just seems unimpressed with the whole thing. Stiles gives up and ends up busy, forgetting about it for a few days. And then Derek calls him about a week later, maybe asking him to grab a pizza or something before he comes over, and suddenly Stiles' phone is playing 'Howlin for you'

this is wonderful and thank you for this ask– i love love the idea of stiles doing personal ringtones for everyone. BUT WHAT IF STILES DECIDES THIS IS THE RINGTONE BEFORE THEY GET TOGETHER

Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend” continues to blare as Stiles digs underneath the passenger’s seat for his phone. He’s very aware of the undignified position he’s in, but Scott’s calling and Stiles needs to pick up the phone. Now. He squirms, getting the Jeep’s gear to the stomach, and he can’t reach–

“Why don’t you just get out and walk around to the passenger side?” Derek says from behind him.

Stiles can picture it, Derek folding his arms and probably looking unimpressed, and scoffing at Stiles’ ineptitude, probably. Stiles huffs and plants his knees on the driver’s seat, ass wobbling precariously in the air. “Because I’m already here and I know where the phone is.” He does. He touched the metal casing, right before the song stopped playing. Great. Now Scott’s probably leaving a voicemail, which does not bode well since Stiles said he was getting Derek’s info about the troll and now Scott doesn’t know that the thing’s saliva is poisonous and–

“Why don’t you go round that way and help? What are you standing around there for?” 

Derek doesn’t say anything, but then Stiles can hear him stepping around the Jeep. Derek helpfully starts reaching underneath the seat, looking for Stiles’ phone and grumbling. “There’s so much junk under here,” he mutters, pulling out a copy of Wuthering Heights that Stiles was supposed to return to Lydia. Three years ago, when he was still in high school.

Derek’s phone is in the stomach of the last troll, so unfortunately their only line of communication with the rest of the pack is to find Stiles’ phone. In the dark. 

Fortunately, Lydia starts calling. Stiles can hear a few bars of Beethoven’s 9th before it stops, like she was interrupted while calling. 

“We don’t have time for this, we just need to get to them,” Derek mutters.

“Well that would be great, except we don’t know where–”

Derek howls. It resonates through the night, and in the distance there’s a returning howl. 

Stiles tries not to tremble. This is no time thinking about how hot that was. Damn crush, he thought he was over this. Wasn’t going to college and dating other people supposed to put and end to this awful pining? 

Apparently not. 

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STEREK IS BACK!!!!!! HOTTER THAN EVER!!! hope you guys like it ;3

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Younger!Derek being all sad 'cause he thinks Laura is dating her BFF Stiles but not really she just makes him think that because she likes messing with him and Stiles is completely oblivious and doesn't get why Lauras cute nerdy brother glares at him

”Okay, what did I do?” Stileswhispers, and Laura makes a small hum of acknowledgement withouttaking her eyes off the TV. ”Your brother’s been giving me thehairy eyeball for like thirty minutes now. Seriously, did I dosomething to tick him off? If I did, please tell me so I can make itright. You know I’m trying to stay on his good side.”

Laura snorts. ”Yeah, I know.”

Stiles shushes her softly, becausewhile Derek has finally redirected his scowling to his book insteadof Stiles’ face, his ears probably work fine.

”Don’t worry about it, man, I gotthis,” Laura murmurs. Alarm bells go off immediately, and Stilespokes her until she turns her full and annoyed attention to him.”What?”

”Laur, what did you do?”

”I did you a solid, that’s what.”

Stiles is not at all convinced, and theplacating smooch on the cheek she gives him does nothing to alleviatehis worry. It does make Derek snap a pencil clean in half at thetable where he’s still doing homework, and Stiles knows something’sgoing on here. But he’ll be damned if he can figure out what.

”Look, whatever you did, Laur, Idon’t think it’s working, so I’m just gonna go see if I can smooththings over with Derek, alright?”

”Fine,” Laura grumbles and makesherself more comfortable on the couch as he leaves it.

Derek looks like he’d rather eat razorblade soup than talk to Stiles, but he also doesn’t go away, soStiles takes it as an invitation to sit down at the table. ”Historypaper?”

”Mhm,” Derek grunts.

”Finished mine earlier today. Laurawas a bro and let me borrow her notes from last year.”

”That’s nice of her.” Derek ’svoice is surprisingly cold. He’s usually rabidly protective andloving when it comes to his family, and Stiles stares at him.

”What, she didn’t let you borrow themtoo?”

Derek shrugs. ”Didn’t have to.”

”Right, of course, you wouldn’t needthem, would you.” Stiles knows history is Derek’s favorite subject,and if he’d thought there was any chance in hell it could happen,Stiles would ask Derek to study with him. Only, by studying hereally means ten percent studying and nintey percent making out.  Aguy can dream.

”I’m… glad she’s treating youwell,” Derek says suddenly, and Stiles blinks in confusion.

”Yeah, I mean. She’s a good friend.”

Derek finally looks up, brows creased.”You mean… girlfriend.”

Stiles sputters so hard he nearly fallsoff his chair. ”What?! No! I would never! Like, don’t get mewrong, she’s an amazing woman and will make some lucky guy or galvery scared and horny some day, but I am not that guy or girl, and Iwill never be, okay?”

Derek stares at him for another longmoment before slamming down the pencil that replaced the broken one,and gets up with a shriek of chair on hardwood. ”Excuse me,” hegrowls, and Laura vaults over the back of the couch and out of theroom as Derek chases after her.

”I was trying to help!” Stileshears Laura squeal from somewhere out back, and Stiles might be alittle blinded by the beauty and awesomeness of all the Hales whohave somehow taken him under their wing, but he’s not a complete idiot, andeverything suddenly clicks in his mind, making him grin stupidly,because how did he not see it?

Derek comes back in a few minutes laterwith twigs in his hair and a very charming flush to his face, butalso a swagger that says he totally won the scuffle. Stiles smilesgoofily at him, because god, he’s sweet on this man.

”So,” Stiles says. ”Since that’sout of the way, why don’t me and you study for that history papertogether?”

There’s a pregnant pause while Derekstares at him again, more confused than hurt now, the differenceobvious now that Stiles knows that’s what it was. ”I thought yousaid you’d finished it?”

”I have.”

”So why would- oh.”

It’s beautiful, the moment Derekcatches on. And Stiles totally gets his wish. In fact, the ratio ismore like one percent studying and the rest is making out.

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terrible things | stiles

[luvs-sterek]

This is stunning!

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omg take me!!!!

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[ yearning ] 

belated birthday gift for Stacey ♥

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The boy who ran with wolves The boy from whom wolves ran away

[kedreeva]

Sterek: brand new baby

Stiles stood with his arms partially folded over his chest, hands gripping his elbows and his forehead resting against the cool glass of the maternity ward’s nursery. He had to keep reminding himself to breathe, each breath he let go of fogging the glass a little before it faded. A soft smile played on his lips as he watched her sleeping, tiny wrinkled fist shoved against her lips.

“I wonder what they dream about,” he murmured.

Derek smiled. There was no way the babies could hear them through the thick glass, but he kept his voice low as well. “Past lives,” he offered. “Or the answers to the universe.”

Without taking his eyes off of the newborn, he unfolded one arm and reached to shove lightly at Derek. “You know what I mean. We dream about all the stuff we’ve done, but she hasn’t done anything.”

“Maybe that’s why they sleep so well,” Derek said.

At that, Stiles laughed. “Dude, babies are, like, notorious for not sleeping well.”

Derek rolled his eyes, and they both returned to watching her in silence. After a few moments, Stiles scooted closer to Derek, his forehead squeaking on the glass and leaving a forehead-print trail that had Derek biting his tongue until Stiles lolled his head to the side, resting it on Derek’s shoulder.

“Are we really going to take her home?” he whispered.

Sighing, Derek rested his cheek against Stiles’ head. “Yeah,” he murmured. His heart leapt at the affirmation. “She’s going to scream and cry and we’re both going to be so tired of changing diapers and warming bottles of milk and waking up at 2am.”

“And you’re going to turn into the biggest softie puppy the first time she curls those little fingers around just one of yours,” Stiles added for good measure. He smiled as well, excitement welling up fresh inside him. “And you’re going to think it’s all worth it when she smiles at you.”

“Yeah,” Derek agreed. He turned to kiss the top of Stiles’ head, unfolding his own arms to wrap one around his husband. “And you’re going to be ten times worse.”

“Oh yeah,” Stiles said with a chuckle. “And you’ll love us both for it, right?”

Derek took in the sight of the tiny sleeping baby, the warm feel of Stiles pressed into his side, and smiled. “I already do.”

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Every pack needs an emissary.

[nevheera]

 Oops I accidentally Sterek’d. 

It’s been a good while, it felt right haha. 

[theboywithnoname-blog2]

I loved your merman!Stiles art. BEAUTIFUL!!!

Thank you so much!

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[derekstile]

ohhh… Derek’s secret love for Taylor Swift is discovered! does this even make any sense? do you guys even understand what’s happening? ugh sorry