Derek Hale’s 2x09 tank top appreciation
my big fat werewolf wedding
derek is from a huuuuge very loud proud werewolf family and all they want is for him to marry a nice werewolf girl and settle down in the house next door to his parents and across the street from where his sister and…
Sterek AU: Stiles and Derek have been fooling around for a while but Stiles still insists that they’re just “friends”. Derek is done with it, to be honest.
Based on this post.
Stiles remembers distinctly the day someone finally moved into the condo next door to his.
Mainly because he’d just come out of a weekend long binge following the absolute worst breakup of his life and hadn’t showered for the better part of three days. He smelled like Cheetos, dressed in paint stained sweats and a moth-bitten t-shirt that was thin from overuse. His eyes were all bloodshot and so purple underneath that it probably looked like he’d had his nose broken. It wasn’t even from crying. It was from staring at his computer screen in the dark for twenty-four hours straight.
Also, the dude moving in was hot like burning.
When Stiles peeked out through the dusty, plastic blinds, the new guy was standing cross-armed, biceps rounding and flexing against the seam of his sleeves, as he talked to one of the movers. He scratched at his not-quite-beard in a way that was probably illegal in some states.
In a grand display of his own maturity, Stiles hid behind the couch for the remainder of the afternoon with only a bowl full of Trix cereal in his hands and his dog, Bear, trying to snuffle awkwardly into his lap.
Despite being a year old Great Dane whose size fully lived up to his name.
The next day, Stiles started calling his neighbor “Greenpeace” after seeing him haul groceries, all bagged up in bright blue, reusable totes, into the hidden confines of his new home. Stiles isn’t sure when being environmentally conscientious became so adorably attractive, but…here he is.
It’s been a month and Stiles has yet to introduce himself outside of a polite little wave on the rare occasion that the two of them are outside at the same time. Stiles always initiates. Greenpeace waves back, stiff but polite, and Stiles kind of figures that’s just his way. He seems sort of tight around the shoulders, stretched taut like elastic.
Honestly, he looks like he could use a good massage, and that is a thought Stiles avoids entertaining until he’s alone in his room with only his own hand and a lovely down-comforter to keep him warm.
The real victim here, though, is Bear. Poor Bear who is immediately love struck. Practically sick with it really.
Over Greenpeace’s cat.
The little Persian sits on the windowsill every morning when Stiles walks his dog. Its squished, angry face stares out impassively at the Dane’s wet eyes and lolling tongue. Whether or not Greenpeace is on the treadmill holds no bearing over how long Stiles lets Bear stare longingly through the pane of glass and green, iron rails.
Except, yeah it does.
He doesn’t…he doesn’t mean to to spy exactly. It’s just that he’s the son of the Sheriff, and he can’t help but observe a few things. Like that Greenpeace still hasn’t unpacked all his belongings, as though maybe he’s dragging his feet.
And then there’s what looks like a framed family photo on the side table by the couch. It appears out of the blue one day and is laying picture-side down the next.
And despite how he looks, Greenpeace isn’t exactly a Casanova, but Stiles does see a one-night-stand leave about a month after the move-in. The person who sneaked into a cab at three in the morning with ruffled hair and shirt buttons askew was definitely not a woman. So that’s on the table.
And there’s a stack of intellectual books that go from piled on the floor behind the couch to neatly arranged on selves against the wall in a matter of weeks. Not all of them are in English, that much Stiles is certain of.
Clearly, this is Stiles’ soul mate. He feels Bear’s pain, he really does.
"Dad," Stiles whines pitifully into his phone’s receiver. "You promised no more Chinese. Melissa said she’d make you meals and everything. Do you realize how much I had to bribe her for that?”
"As an officer of the law," his father responds loftily, "I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear the word ‘bribe’ being spoken."
"Don’t play that game with me, Pops. I know your tricks. Don’t think I can be so easily distracted."
At the end of his leash, Bear lets out a long, distraught whimper. It’s unusual given that they’re in their regular spot in front of Greenpeace’s window. At this point, his dog normally proceeds to sit in silent adoration as he stares into the Persian’s half-lidded, amber eyes.
Stiles’ dad continues talking in his ear, voice a low drawl as he retorts with what is, in all likelihood, a mortifying reminder of something his son did in his teenage years. Ironically though, Stiles is completely distracted by the object of Bear’s distress.
A neat little row of various leafy, potted plants is lined up against the base of the sill.
Right where the love of Bear’s life usually bathes in the sun.
Wherein JR Bourne is the tickle monster, and there is no escape. (x)
Sheriff -What the fuck is going on in my town- Stilinski
I remember reading a fantastic sterek fic last summer after Visionary aired & and I forgot to bookmark it!! It was about Stiles getting a chance to go back in time and save Paige from dying in order to make Derek a happier person. It also included a subplot about Stiles having an older cousin that…
Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill - words: 31,957
Compliant thru s3e10, Stiles is sent back in time, Stiles POV
thats because there are separate sections:
- the ones where they adopt/have kids
- the ones where their friends have kids and the dote and make funny faces to them
- there are ones where derek is a dad (& maybe stiles isn’t)
- and there are some where stiles is (& maybe derek isn’t)
- also ones where they meet as kids
- and another where they babysit kids (maybe they suck, maybe they don’t)
we have an extensive list so go at it bro