OMG, I literally just got on tumblr for the first time this weekend and already the first two pages of my dash were full of angst-y Sterek stuff ;___;
Well, fear not, I have (finally) arrived to save you from this doom and gloom 😀
For my darling Bubbles, because she kept prodding me to finish this (well, not this exactly, but the main thing) and because I know she loves my kisses ^_~
Well, to be fair “popular Derek” on Ao3 only has thirteen works, four in the last two years and two of them by the same person so … . But yeah, let’s get you an update 😉 I did a little digging for these – Jeep
Derek Hale, the schools most popular student and playboy doesn’t like losing.
So when all he needs to do to win is to get into Stiles Stilinski’s pants, he knows he’s not going to lose. After all, who wouldn’t want to take up the chance to date Derek Hale?
But Stiles doesn’t date assholes. And in his opinion, Derek is the most assholist asshole of all assholes.
How to be a teenager, thinks Stiles, watching the ceiling in his room as he can’t fall asleep after another long night at the Jungle. That’s what he doesn’t know – how to be a teenager. He’s not like Lydia Martin or Derek Hale – good-looking, smart, effortlessly amazing. He’s nerdy, awkward, and gay. He’s in love with his best friend who won’t talk to him anymore. He keeps lying to Derek. He started cross-dressing. Stiles sighs, getting up and opening up his laptop. He finds an article on WikiHow and reads, there’s no one way to be a normal teenager. Well fuck you, WikiHow.
Stiles slowly pulls in a mouthful of curly fries, dumbly focused on the task. “It’s weirdly homoerotic how you do this,” muses Derek, eyeing him. Stiles chokes and Derek’s lips curl up into an almost smile. It’s so easy to get the reaction he wants from Stiles. “Yeah, it’s disgusting, Stilinski,” says Jackson, looking at the boy with distaste. Derek turns to him, letting his eyebrows rise. “And who asked you, Whittemore?” Jackson glances at him, surprised. “I’ve just agreed with y-” “No one cares,” Derek interrupts him. “Fuck off.”
Stiles is the loser of the school. Not only is he is he seen as the freak, hes also gay. So everyone sees him as the gay freak. The only person in the school that did not care was Scott Mccall.
One day Stiles it getting dressed after practice, when Darek Hale, the schools most popular jock in school comes in and locks Stiles in with him
“No,” Stiles says, so quickly that Derek’s face falls. “Dude, we haven’t even been on one date. We are not having sex. And definitely not during my heat, when I could get pregnant.”
He holds up his free hand, eyes still closed. “One second,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m just taking a moment to mourn the fact that we could have been fucking since–” He cracks open an eye and glares at Derek.
“Freshman year,” Derek supplies. “I’ve pretty much had the biggest crush on you since our freshman year.”
When Scott is bitten by a werewolf on Halloween night, the Stilinski-McCall family is whisked away to a parallel world called Halloweentown so that Scott can learn to control his new instincts. With going on coffee dates with Derek Hale, Scott’s werewolf mentor, making a new best friend in Scott’s crush, Allison Argent, and finding his calling working with the Hale pack ravens, will Stiles even want to go home when the year is up?
All he wants are some Pumpkin Spice Pancakes. Sure the strawberry ones are good, but he’s still craving fluffy, sweet and spicy, pumpkiny fried batter. With all the Hale siblings acting a little weird, Stiles isn’t sure he’ll ever get what he’s looking for. Thankfully; Pumpkin Patches, pushy sisters, and his lack of a verbal filter; he might just land himself a date with Derek Hale.
The Christmas sweater alone should have sent any rational person running; the terrible customer service and delight in Derek’s suffering were just icing.
“My name,” the kid tells Derek, sounding amused. “It’s Stiles. I figure if I’m going to wrestle a complete stranger for a pumpkin the least I can do is offer my name afterwards.”
“Stiles,” Derek tries, testing the way the name sits on his tongue. “I’m Derek.”
“Derek,” Stiles breathes, like he’s testing the weight of the name too. He grins, bright and blinding, which Derek guesses means that he likes the sound of it. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but since we almost got to second base a minute ago, I’d say we’re past that point.”
Stiles likes Autumn. He likes Derek. He hates pumpkin-spice flavored everything.
“It offends me,” Stiles said. “It offends you.” “Why are you repeating everything I say?” “Honestly? I’m hoping it’ll help me make sense of your words. I feel like I’m missing something.”
colorblind!stiles who doesn’t see the color red and who doesn’t react at all when derek flashes his alpha eyes at him by accident the first time they meet and makes derek think that he already knows about werewolves but is super chill about it so derek says nothing because he’s a big idiot and communication is obviously not his skill. then they start dating and stiles thinks it’s so cute that derek talks about his friends as a pack because he’s so growly it fits him really well to talk like a wolf. and then one day derek is all fangs and claws (because stiles got attacked or whatever) and stiles is like ‘WHAT THE FUCK?!!!????!!!’ and derek is like “what the fuck ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ ?” and then awkward happens but everything gets sorted out and they live together forever and eveeeeeer.
“Alcohol may have lowered my inhibitions, but it didn’t create something that wasn’t already there. I’ve loved you all my life, Derek.”
After a night of tipsy sex, Stiles has to convince Derek that the previous night hadn’t been a drunken hookup.
Human AU where Stiles visits his childhood frien at college to celebrate Derek’s 21st birthday. Derek gives into Stiles’ begging and takes him out to a bar. He even buys his younger friend a couple beers, because he always has been unable to resist Stiles’ pout—the boy’s lips are practically made for pouting, after all.
He’s been in love with Stiles for years, but with the 3-year age difference, Derek always worried he’d be taking advantage of him if he made a move. It’s a good thing Stiles made the first move, but Derek just needs to know if Stiles feels the same. He needs to know he didn’t just fuck up his relationship with his best friend for a night of the best sex he’s ever had. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if it wasn’t real.
(Middle picture is a manip used with permission and made by @sterekfanforever Sorry if the picture quality isn’t perfect. This was made on my phone.)
Feel free to use this as a prompt as long as you give me credit.
Derek stood in the foyer of the police station, his hands in his pockets, watching as Stiles staggered and swayed between the desks. Stiles face lit up in a bright smile when he saw Derek, running into the man’s arms and snuggling his face into Derek’s chest. Derek rolled his eyes. “Why do I keep bailing your drunk ass out of jail?” “Because you love me.”
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Derek looks down at the fluffy grey wolf onesie and matching slippers. He shot Stiles a glare, not a menacing one but one that made it perfectly clear his was tired of Stiles’ shit. “Why do I put up with you?” he muttered under his breath. “Because you love me.”
3:
“No, Stiles, we’re not having pizza for dinner three nights in a row. You’re luck I said yes to two nights in a row, and that was only becasue I was too tired to cook.” “But, Derek~” Stiles whined, pouting. “Stiles, no,” Derek said firmly. “Two nights was bad enough, why would we have pizza three nights in a row?” “Because you love me?” “Fine,” Derek agreed reluctantly.
4:
Derek stood at the doorway, looking at Stiles who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a guilty look on his face. Three puppies pranced about him, playing with each other: swatting at each other with their little paws and tipping off balance and falling on their sides before looking around, confused. One of the puppies retreated into the cradle of Stiles’ lap, curling up against his leg and resting his head against Stiles’ knee as he drifted off to sleep. Derek drew in a deep breath and looked at Stiles. “Give me three reasons as to why we should keep them.” “They were abandoned and they deserve a good home,” Stiles started, before adding, under his breath, “Besides, you’ve got a habit of picking up strays.” “The strays I pick up are toilet trained,” Derek pointed out. “Reason 2?” “They’re adorable,” Stiles said softly, reaching for one of the two that were playing in front of him. He picked them up and held them up for Derek to see. “How can you say no to this face?” Derek fought the urge to smile and cave to Stiles’ wishes. He had to stay strong. “And three?” he prompted. “Because you love me.”
5:
Derek swung his legs over the edge of the bed and dragged his hand down his face. Stiles let out a tired moan behind him, the sheets rustling as Stiles crawled over to his side and wrapped his arms around Derek’s waist. “Stay,” Stiles muttered tiredly. “I have work, Stiles,” Derek said softly, laying his hand atop Stiles’. “Stay,” Stiles repeated insistently. “Stiles,” Derek started. “You’re the boss. Call in sick, take the day off, go in late, just please stay,” Stiles pleaded. He crawled up onto his knees and leant over Derek’s shoulder. “Because you love me?” Derek let out a soft sigh and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ temple. “Okay,” he whispered.
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Stiles looked down at the small silver ring, nestled among the black velvet lining of the small box in his hands. His ears rang with the sound of beeping machines that measured his racing heartbeat. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. An hour ago, he was in a car crash, and now he’s here with a ring his his hand and Derek looking at him as if he were the sky and the stars. “But… why?” he rasps. “Why would you want to marry me?” Derek’s eyes softened, a soft smile lifting the corners of his lips as he whispered, “Because I love you.”
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