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Tyler Hoechlin: There's something I want to say about Vince and the way that he plays the character (Eli Hale), can I kind of say who he reminds me of a little bit?
Jeff Davis: *shaking, shitting, & internally crying over the fact that Hoechlin is about to say that Vince playing Eli reminds him of Dylan O'Brien/Stiles Stilinski* : No.
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Ew, no thank you. Please go away and just let this die. We Stereks have fics and fanart and don’t need anything else, especially if it comes from Jeff Davis
#sterek#literally no one asked for this#make it stoooop#sterek forever#stereks keep winning#jeff davis is not a gift#teen wolf
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I need to read tags, I need to read tags, I need to read tags. 😭😭😭
#ao3#ao3 fanfic#fanfiction keeps me alive#but omg#i missed a tag#i just wanted a normal#sterek#but instead#i got#win*est#i wanna barf
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It wasn't on my Life Bingo Card for today to check out what's going on on Tumblr just to find out that JD made Sterek canon in a roundabout way on his shitty movie and yet
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Welcome to our Fall round of Sterek Fests! Sterek Fall Fest will run from September 3rd - October 7th in celebration of Fall, whether you enjoy drinking every kind of pumpkin spice drink or visiting a pumpkin patch every year. There’s a little something for everyone!
Check out our Rules and FAQs.
We also have a Discord you can join that has events running such as @sterekbingo and @sterekweekly along with @sterekfests.
How to Participate:
Participating in Sterek Fall Fests is easy and stress-free! This is a no-commitment fest where you can participate as little or as much as you want. Participate in one week and none of the others if you so fancy, or participate in all of them!
We have an AO3 Collection for you to post all of your creations in!
This fest is open to both Fic and Art, so create to your heart's content!
How to post:
You can post your creations to any website that you want, as long as they are viewable to the public, whether that’s Tumblr, LiveJournal, DreamWidth, or our AO3 Collection.
@sterekfests so we see your creations to reblog them.
Use the tags #sterekfestsfall2023, and #sterekfests for generic tags.
For weekly tags: #sterekfestssweater, #sterekfestsbaking, #sterekfestsbonfire, #sterekfestspumpkin, #sterekfestshaunted,
Late Posting:
Late posting is always welcomed! The collection will stay open for late submissions.
If you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask!
- Liam (@sterekbros) & Dori (@evanesdust)
Keep reading to see all the awesome theme weeks ahead!
September 3-9: Sweater Weather
As the leaves change to a beautiful rainbow of colors, it’s time for Stiles and Derek to break out the sweaters and savor some cozy autumn days. Do they explore harvest farms and drink seasonal cups of pumpkin spice latte? Or maybe they take a hike through the woods or visit a corn maze? The possibilities are endless as they embrace the season and all the flavors of fall.
September 10-16: Baking
It’s that time of year when cool weather brings out everyone’s love for baking! Tarts, pies, pumpkin butter, cookies, cheesecake bars, and cobblers are on the menu. Is Stiles in a baking mood with the change of the weather, getting ready for the upcoming holidays? Is Derek making his mother’s from-scratch apple pie? Maybe there’s a local bake-off for a harvest festival, where Stiles or Derek is the undefeated champion, and the other has come to challenge them to an on-the-spot bake-off. May the best baker win!
September 17-23: Bonfire
The air is crisp and autumn’s arrival is the absolute perfect time of the year to take advantage of the cool nights and starry skies and to make memories around the fire pit with friends, pack, and family. Roasting marshmallows for s'mores and getting cozy with your mate is one of the many things Sterek can enjoy this Fall around the bonfire. Are they having a pack get-together at the rebuilt Hale house where Derek is hosting a bonfire party for the pack? Or perhaps they’re at the beach building up a bonfire to fight off the salty chilly air? Wherever you take Sterek this Fall, they’ll be snuggly and warm, enjoying the starry night together.
September 24-30: Pumpkin Patch
It’s that time of the year when everyone loves to visit a pumpkin patch! It’s one of the most Fall things you can do. Are Derek and Stiles getting ready for October, which is just around the corner? Are they picking out pumpkins so they can roast the seeds and use the rest for tasty recipes? Or maybe they’re taking their family to visit the games, including hayrides at their local pumpkin patch to support local farms and their seasonal farmers market? Perhaps the pack shows up for family photo ops for Eli’s first pumpkin patch visit! The possibilities are abundant, along with those cute adorable pumpkins we can only enjoy during the Fall season.
October 1-7: Haunted House
Phantoms and demons and ghosts, oh my! With Halloween around the corner, Stiles and Derek would certainly be brave enough to visit a haunted house or two, racing each other to see who would make it out first. Or maybe they work in one, chasing screaming patrons through the attraction. Either way, their wild energy and fearlessness would make for some thrilling entertainment.
@teenwolffandomevents @thebigbangblogproject @sterekevents
#sterek#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#derek hale#tyler hoechlin#dylan o'brien#stiles x derek#stiles/derek#derek/stiles#derek x stiles#sterekevents#sterek event#sterek is eternal#sterek au#sterek fanfic#sterek fanfiction#sterek fanart#sterek edit#sterekedit#pack mom stiles#teenwolf#eli hale#teen wolf movie#derek#sterekfests#sterek events#sterekfestsfall2023
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Hellooo! I just want to say that I ADORE your Sterek fics. I came across one of your fics a few months ago (I think it was a 5k-word one shot) and immediately started to dive into your profile to find more Teen Wolf fics
I really loved Wait For Me, almost cried while reading Derek's backstory and what he went through every time. But it was such a good read *_*
I have Treasure on my reading list next, and I can already tell from the summary and tags that it's gonna be awesome. Keep spreading Sterek love <3
I keep on winning y'all
Let me kiss you MWAH!!!
Wait for Me was so long ago, it seems... I'm so happy you liked the fic, the story behind Stiles and Derek's past. Thank you!
And, oh, if Wait for Me tugged on the strings of your soul, then Treasure is gonna make you cry for sure. So many people told me they cried. I sobbed myself while writing certain scenes. You're in for a treat. It's my favourite, telling you this as an author. Let me know if you ever get to it 💗
Thanks so much again for this wonderful message 💕 ❤ it's so sweet and kind of you to say and to take your time to send this to me 💗 adore you back!
#you people are so wonderful lately#is it festive cheer#or people actively choosing to bring kindness into the world#thank you either way#you bring me joy and happiness#hedwig221b replies#my fics#sterek#sterek fic#sterek fanfic#stiles x derek#derek x stiles#teen wolf fanfiction
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I was reading a story recently where Stiles and the Sheriff were talking about the things that keep happening around them and the Sheriff said something like Stiles talks and acts like veteran soldiers do and after thinking about it that analogy does fit his character so well. It also made me really want to read more stories to do with that idea so I was wondering if you knew any?
Here's some where he has PTSD.
A Little Bit of Encourage-Mint by Mischief_x_Managed
(1/1 I 3,273 I Not Rated I No Pairing)
Stiles goes to a therapist who doesn't try to kill him. Surprisingly it works out well.
Dating and Mating Stiles Stilinski by 1Ginger1Keyboard
(4/? I 4,838 I Teen I Sterek)
Derek isn't used to feeling anything as deeply rooted as the feeling revolving around the hyper teen that goes by the name Stiles Stilinski. It takes Derek a while to wrestle these emotions into a form that allows him to decided he wants to pursue them. Yet, he's normally the one being chased, Derek has never had a problem getting peoples attention, he has a good body and charming looks, so he has to work out how to win the heart of the hyper teen. And to put it gently, Stiles has his very own courting ritual that is unlike any wolf or human ritual. It's just, neither of them knows that. To make it worse, the wolf under Derek's skin is growing impatient.
///What am I?/// by Nel_Lino
(1/? I 6,068 I Explicit I Scallison)
Stiles: Why haven't burnt alive? How could Derek die? Why do I care if he died?
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Scott: I need you to own me, now.
Isaac: turn around, little whore.
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Danny: And if you want to try some more of that stuff we did, count on me.
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Young Derek: come here you little superhero!
Mietek: I am not a superhero, I am special human!
Dreams Will Be Unified by SilentMagic
(4/? I 16,585 I Mature I Sterek)
When Stiles woke up for his eighteenth birthday, he was expecting a day of celebration and maybe a pack party. He was not expecting to wake up beneath the Nemeton, nor sprouting four furry paws in an alternate reality to learn what it means to be a Guardian. He really should clarify to the universe that he would like a break for at least a whole year before the next supernatural event comes his way.
It Was a Wednesday by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
(2/2 I 80,129 I Mature I Sterek)
“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”
Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.
Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.
“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.
“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”
Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill
(10/10 I 70,382 I Mature I Sterek)
"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."
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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.
I'm not real. Am I? by lady emebalia (emebalia)
(64/64 I 127,977 I Explicit I Sterek)
Derek is not real. He's just a pretty form Stiles came up with. At least that's what Stiles keeps telling himself.
You're stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter
(15/15 I 234,195 I Not Rated I Sterek)
Set at the end of season 2, Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn't easy.
The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.
Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it's head!
Alpha, Mage, Pack by Foxfire2018
(48/? I 480,285 I Explicit I Sterek)
Set at the end of Season 2. Stiles was kidnapped and tortured for hours. Yet no one came for him. Hurt and cast out of the pack by people he thought cared for him, what is he to do? He finds himself accompanied by someone he never expected and someone he is eternally grateful for.
Derek feels betrayed and foolish for what he allowed to happen. Out of anger and hurt he forced a valuable member he really started to care for out of his pack.
With the pack scattered and people hurt, what will come of them? Will they bond together again in time for the next big bad?
AND
@neverdust suggested this one!
Play It Again by metisket
(3/3 I 53,206 I Teen I Sterek)
In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.
“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”
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Happy Passover! there will be a rec for everyday of passover so keep an eye out! Enjoy guys!😘
I could be anyone but your friend by devilscut - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 25,663, sterek)
The aftermath of the nogitsune's possession of Stiles has ended up in a very strange and almost unlikely relationship forming between Stiles and Derek Hale. After saving Stiles and regaining his alpha-hood while doing it, Stiles has come to only feel safe when around the werewolf. Sometimes when the memories and the panic attacks are too much they both need more than simple companionship or hugs. Stiles sometimes needs to let go of his control and Derek sometimes needs to take it into his keeping.
For better, for worse by Vendelin - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,336, sterek)
Derek and Stiles have been married for six years. Derek loves his job as a successful lawyer, loves his financial security and his large house. It isn’t until Stiles gets shot while working that he starts to understand that maybe Stiles isn’t loving their life as much as Derek is.
Keep the Demon At Bay by EvanesDust, idratherwrite - (Rating: T, Words: 7,485, sterek)
Stiles wakes up with four years of his life missing(fail). He also has a really hot boyfriend(win) and is friends with Jackson(undecided). He hasn't lost his memory for no reason, however, and the one responsible has plans.
Last Year's Predictions Didn't Come Out Quite As Expected by stilinskisparkles - (Rating: Mature, Words: 8,526, sterek)
A year ago if someone had told Stiles he'd be going to prom with Erica Reyes and that Derek Hale would be lounging on his bed watching him dither over outfits, gaze ranging from amusement to lust filled every other minute Stiles would have punched them in the face. Or maybe tossed holy water on them.
Big Days by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) - (Rating: T, Words: 9,692, sterek)
It’s an impulse really, inviting Derek to spend Thanksgiving with him and his dad. The Sheriff. Who once arrested him.
It’ll be fine.
Stiles is sure it’ll be fine.
Stay with me by Beautiful_noise - (Rating: T, Words: 2,740, sterek)
Derek gets a glimpse of the future in which Stiles has two biological daughters and that's how he knows he and Stiles are going to break up.
Baby You Got A Bright Future Behind You by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl) - (Rating: T, Words: 3,056, sterek)
Stiles loves going to the dentist. Loves it. He gets that it’s kind of strange, he does. Scott hates going to the dentist, hates it even more now that he and Kira have the twins and it costs like a million bucks or something every trip (or well, maybe not a million bucks but Stiles generally zones out once Scott starts to rant about money. He definitely doesn’t love talking about money). But Stiles is blessed to have a job with good dental coverage, and a visit to the dentist doesn’t usually come with a big bill. It does however come with hygienists and a dentist that are smokin’ hot.
What the Hell is a Stiles? by TheRealDanniX - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 4,901, sterek)
A witch takes Stiles' memory while he's on the job and Derek gets stuck babysitting. Not that he really minds. In fact, it may be just what he needs.
One Door Closes by KouriArashi - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 27,794, sterek)
Derek knows that Stiles is too young for him, but Stiles doesn't agree. Eight years after Derek rejects him due to the age gap, they meet again where Derek has settled in Wyoming as a ranch hand, and Stiles is the new deputy, and still pissed as hell about the way Derek turned him down. Things don't go as either of them planned. (I'm sure a million fics have been written about older Stiles and Derek, but this one has cowboy Derek, does that help?)
This Entire Time by Itsreallyjustforresearch83- (Rating: T, Words: 1,982, sterek)
Lydia and Jackson were minding their own business when they stumbled across their Alpha and their Emissary acting very...couple-y. But when they brought it up to still-somehow-not-dead Peter, he just laughed and said it's not his place to share.
OR
Lydia and Jackson think they discover something new and exciting, AKA the two idiots they've been watching dance around each other for the last four years FINALLY getting somewhere. Turns out, it's not that new of a thing and only Peter seemed to know about it.
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We can all make different blogs for different fandoms or just focus on making contents for one fandom to keep it nice and tidy. But there's so many benefits of posting multiple fandoms in the same place! Like you will never get bored! You can make contents for different fandoms everyday and so it won't feel boring or monotonous.
You can read different fandom's fanfics based on your mood, like I read merthur when I want some humorous royalty vibes, drarry for teenage magic vibes, sterek for some nice kinks (scent kink, abo etc), svsss bingqiu for kinks that may not be so nice, Johnlock for detective-brainy stuffs, Gahan for lawful-brainy stuffs, Gallavich for some roughness, guardian Weilan for fluffy slowburn pining, wangxian for well almost anything (that fandom is wild in a good way) but family feels mostly (both good and bad kind). So, yeah, it's just awesome!
But you know what's the best part is? When you find someone else who shares almost all your fandoms! You may find them in your notifications, silently giving likes and reblogs to your posts of various fandoms. It’s even better when they reach out to know if there's other ships in your list for them to get addicted. Or when they recommend you some series/movies/books that they think you will like cause you are just the same level of crazy as them! That's how you get a new fandom AND an online bestie! Win-win!!
#Nonsense talks that no one is really interested in#fandom things#multifandom friendly#ship stuff#fanfiction#drarry#sterek#merthur#weilan#wangxian#bingqiu#gallavich#gahan#otp#teen wolf#harry potter#merlin#mxtx svsss#bingyuan#镇魂 guardian#the untamed#the devil judge#shameless#johnlock#sherlock bbc
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I keep seeing posts from people that are like "ew can you believe THIS got published" and it just reeks of them being an envious hater. They all complain about enemies to lovers or dark romance or monster fucking, and whine that they've read better fanfic
Like okay, then just keep reading fic. It's okay! No one is making you read the Reylo inspired enemies to lovers book!!
Completely this from top to bottom.
I know published fanfic has received a bad reputation, but I've read both good and bad. To me. And that's the thing; it's not all going to resonate with me personally or be up my alley, but no one is forcing me to read it.
If you don't like etl or het romance, go read mlm romance, or I guess stick to fic if you can't find the mlm romance because the tiktok algorithm isn't feeding it directly to you, because I promise you it is out there...some of it was even once fic. I remember the sterek fandom having several people become published. It's not just reylo getting book deals, and people shrieking about it just makes it seem like they are angry and bitter over the most vanilla-ass etl ship out there getting attention.
I think what makes me sad about it, is that even if they were publishing completely original fiction, but were previously writing in fandom, they would still get grief. Yeah, not usually from the same people, but they can't win. Often fic writers that go on to be published authors are not taken seriously as writers. They aren't making "real literature" and they never have because writing fic is a "silly girl's hobby". *sigh*
I know of an author that doesn't even like her fanfic being brought up, because despite all of her books being original fiction, she was treated like they were complete drivel since she was previously a fic writer. it's a painful subject for her, which sucks. That was years of her life that were probably wonderful at the time, and now it's poisoned because "how dare she get her roots in fanfic".
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Part of a Sterek/Merman AU I’m working on writing. I’m about 20k words in so we’ll see how long it gets! Making these giftsets/Mood boards keep me motivated. Enjoy!
Gifset 1 - Gifset 2 - Gifset 3 - AO3 Account
Derek laughed under his breath as Scott grumbled and took off after the frisbee Jackson launched way too far just to be an ass. The sun was starting to set and they would need to pack up soon. They’d needed this though. A day in the sun on the beach. Graduation was done and college acceptance letters were pouring in. It would be their final summer as carefree teenagers and Derek wanted to make the best of it for them.
“Oh shit!”
Derek was on his feet instantly, running to where Scott had disappeared behind a few large boulders. He wasn’t the only one as the rest of the pack followed. “Scott, what is it?” he asked as Scott came running back out pale and heart racing with adrenaline.
“I don’t know man but I think it’s dead!”
Derek slowed, seeing that Scott was okay but shaken up by whatever he’d seen. He held his hand up for the rest of the pack to stay behind him and cautiously walked around the rocks to see what had spooked his beta.
At first, all Derek could make out was a long dark gray fin, speckled with silver that sparkled as it caught the light from the setting sun. It was partially covered in sand and seaweed, and Derek didn’t recognize the fin as anything he’d ever seen before. It wasn’t a whale or shark fin. It seemed too large to just be a fish, but it had scales like one.
Then Derek’s eyes moved up to the top half of the creature and widened in surprise as he was met with pale skin dotted by beauty marks, an ethereal-looking face that was very much human in appearance, and soft brown hair.
“Oh my god!” Lydia gasped from beside him, and before Derek could come out of his shock and grab her, she ran forward and fell to her knees beside the creature. “Derek, do you know what this is? It’s a merman!” Her hands were shaking as they hoovered over the merman.
“He’s bleeding,” Cora said, pushing past him now, too because Derek was still trying to wrap his brain around what he was seeing. Merfolk were the most elusive creatures in the world. “We should call mom. She’ll know what to do.”
Lydia moved to touch the tail, but Derek growled to stop her - finally coming out of his shock. “Don’t touch him. We don’t know if he’s dangerous.”
“We can’t just leave him here!” Lydia protested, and Derek knew that look in her eyes. He wouldn’t win this argument.
Derek ran a hand over his face. He needed to call his mom. He needed to contact Deaton. Why did his pack attract impossible situations like this?
Derek looked down at the merman again and knew they couldn’t leave him like this either. If it were someone from his pack in this situation, Derek hoped the strangers that found them would give them the benefit of the doubt. Derek could see now that there was blood staining the sand around him. It looked to be coming from a deep wound on the merman’s right side and a broken spear tip sticking out of his left shoulder.
“Can he even breathe on land? Should we like… put him back in the water?” Scott asked, and Derek rolled his eyes. He sometimes forgot that Scott wasn’t born a wolf. Derek reminded himself again that he needed to do a better job educating those members of the pack.
“They can breathe on land.” Derek at least knew that much. He walked forward and knelt beside Cora.
Derek reached out and pressed a hand to the merman’s neck. His skin was cold and clammy, but he was part fish, so maybe that was normal for them. He had a pulse, but Derek already knew that from the faint sound of his heartbeat. Some part of Derek just wanted to feel it beneath his fingers too.
“Isaac, go grab the jeep and pull it up as close as possible. Erica, grab towels or blankets - whatever you can find to cover him up. Allison, call Deaton and let him know we are coming. Maybe your father, just in case. Cora, call mom and let her know what’s happening.”
Everyone nodded and took off to perform their duties.
“He’s a warrior,” Lydia stated, moving a few pieces of seaweed off the merman’s tail.
“How can you tell?” Derek studied the tail closer, and it answered his question.
It looked powerful. Derek had seen popular illustrations of colorful, delicate, decorative tails, but this was not one of those. The tail itself was a slate gray color with silver flecks throughout and heavier reflective silver on the fins. The fins weren’t flowy or delicate but sharp and pointy like a steel blade. It looked like they would have no problem slicing through delicate human skin.
“I’ve seen his tail in the bestiary. Well, maybe not his tail, but ones like it. They’re warriors. He must have been hurt in a battle.” Lydia explained, waving a hand at the young man's wounds. He was that Derek realized - a young man. Younger than Derek, but not by much. Had he been human, he probably would have graduated with the others this year.
“Deaton said to bring him quick if we want to save his life. He said there could be poison in the spear tip. So don’t try to touch it,” Allison said, jogging back over just as the headlights from the jeep provided them with more light. Erica also rejoined them with a bundle of towels.
“Lay some of the towels down. Jackson, Boyd, help me pick him up.” Derek ordered.
“Oh, that’s gross!” Jackson complained, grabbing one side of the tail as Boyd grabbed the other. Derek put his arms under the merman’s back and shoulders while Lydia steadied his head.
“On three… 1... 2… 3.” As they lifted, eyes opened, and Derek felt his breath catch. Beautiful whiskey-colored irises stared back at him, and Derek didn’t know if the merman could understand a word he was saying, but he felt compelled to say something. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.” After a few seconds more of eye contact, the eyes closed, releasing Derek from whatever hold they held on him.
Derek would have been lying to himself if he said he wasn’t shaken to his core.
#sterek au#sterek#sterek fanfiction#sterek fanfic#stiles stilinski#derek hale#stiles x derek#mieczyslaw stiles stilinski#eternal sterek#merman#merman!stiles#an idea
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The Cutest Elf, sterek, g, 100w ◌ Stiles prepares Eli for a competition. [ao3]
For @sterekdrabbles, 23 Aug (cat, elfin, obtain)
“Do you think he looks elfin enough?”
Stiles registered their son for a “Santa’s Little Helpers” competition. Derek’s not sure why—it’s more a competition between parents for who obtains the title of cutest child, and obviously Eli will win.
Still, it can’t hurt to secure the victory.
So far, Stiles has attached prosthetic ears, curled his hair, and given him rosy cheeks, allowing Eli to play a cat-themed game on his Switch to keep their boy still.
“Do you still have body glitter left from pride?”
“You’re a genius. I love you.”
Stiles kisses his cheek before running off.
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Meeting The Requirements [Sterek]
Senator Stiles decides to sponsor Gladiator Derek Hale, sponsorships differ depending on the Senator and Stiles has particular tastes that Derek meets.
Pairing: Top Senator Stiles/ Bottom Gladiator Derek, Stiles/Jordan [Side Pairing]
Ao3 | Twitter | Ko-Fi | Curious Cat
Derek tried to keep himself calm, the lavish decor of the Senator's chambers making him feel out of place in his worn loincloth. His muscles and scars from the arena were on full display and he felt as if he was leaving a trail of dirt in his wake. Derek had been brought to Senator Stilinski’s home after his latest fight in the Coliseum, winning his 10th fight since he had been taken from the burnt remains of his family’s homestead.
Derek knew of Senator Stilinski, also known as Stiles because his father had held the Senator's seat before his son had taken over. Derek also knew why he had been escorted here, he had been favoured by Senator before and while he had not enjoyed those experiences he appreciated the luxuries that he was allowed during his time being sponsored.
“Gladiator Hale, I’m glad you accepted my invitation.” The Roman Senator gilded into the room. A rich red robe wrapped around his torso to signify his status, he was younger and smaller than Derek was but he was pretty in a way Derek hadn’t expected.
“Senator Stilinski,” Derek bowed in respect, old scars tingling on his back to remind of him his station in life and that he must always bow to his betters.
“Would you like a drink?” Stiles tossed over his shoulder as he stood by a table, jugs of wine scattered over the surface.
“No thank you, Senator,” Derek declined, wanting to keep a clear head for whatever came next. Stiles hummed, pouring wine for himself not seeming to be offended by Derek’s rejection.
“I have to admit, you’ve been on quite the winning streak lately and you’ve caught my eye.” Stiles sipped his wine as he began to walk a slow circle around Derek. Derek clasped his hands behind his back and kept himself from flinching as he felt as if he was the prey instead of the predator.
“I’m considering becoming your sponsor Gladiator Hale, however, I insisted on inspecting you myself.” Stiles came to a stop in front of Derek, he smirked as he reached forward and yanked on the knot keeping Derek’s loincloth in place. Derek swallowed as the fabric fell to the ground, leaving him bare and large, flaccid cock hanging between his muscular thighs.
“So I see the rumours about you weren’t simple rumours,” Stiles smiled as he curled his fingers around Derek’s cock, simply holding the Gladiator’s cock making Derek bite his bottom lip.
“I always listen to rumours, but I like to do research and I am rather pleased with the truth I discovered. All your previous sponsors had seen your size and insisted you use your body to pleasure them, but I know what you like when you’re hidden in anonymity and darkness. I am quite pleased to say that your true pleasure lines up with my mine quite nicely.” Stiles smoothed his hands over Derek’s thighs and then back up to grope Derek’s toned ass, kneading the globes teasingly as Derek’s heart picked up its pace.
Derek jolted with a low, startled groan when Stiles’ suddenly slapped his cock. Derek’s cheeks burned as his cock started to get hard at the slap, making Stiles chuckle.
“While you’re with me, you won’t be using this useless cock at all. Won’t that be nice? You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Stiles crooned as he alternated between gripping Derek’s cock hard and slapping it roughly. Derek was hard and leaking within moments, cheeks bright red and breathing coming in roughly.
“Y-Yes Senator,” Derek managed to answer as he resisted thrusting his hips forward to meet Stiles’ slaps.
“Why don’t you get into a position that you love being in?” Stiles crooned, stepping back content to watch Derek move. Derek looked around before he shuffled over to an empty table and carefully bent himself over the edge. Derek planted his feet wide and arched his hips to prop up his ass.
“Perfect, it’s like you read my mind.” Stiles praised as he stepped up behind Derek’s bent-over position, hands greedily on the Gladiator’s ass and pried the firm cheeks apart to reveal Derek’s tight, pink hole.
“I like hearing my bed partner's pleasure, so be as loud as you’ve always wanted to be when you’ve been in this position.” Stiles ordered as he coated his fingers in oil, cock hard under the layers of his clothes as he rubbed some oil over Derek’s hole.
Derek whined lowly at the touch, startling like he was surprised he made such a sound. Stiles grinned as he gripped Derek’s hip as Stiles pressed his oil-slick finger into the Gladiator. Derek groaned lowly as he relaxed around Stiles’ finger, Stiles hummed and quickly added a second finger.
“You’re so loose, I have no doubts in the dead of night you muffle yourself and play with your hole until it’s puffy, loose and ready to be used,” Stiles commented as he easily thrust his fingers into Derek, savouring the soft moans the buff Gladiator was making.
“Hah, ah,” Derek groaned, gripping the edge of the table tightly as his hips jerked. A weak, but pleasured noise fell from his lips when Stiles curved his fingers to hit against that spot inside all of men that made them weak in the knees at the same time Stiles’s slapped Derek’s low hanging and dripping cock.
“You’re so much happier like this, aren’t you? I’ve been watching you for a long time, I’ve seen that grimace on your face when you’re forced to use that useless cock of yours. You were born to spread your legs and let someone else put you to use,” Stiles commented as he removed his fingers, shifting the folds of his clothing to free his erection so he could coat himself with oil.
“P-Please,” Derek sounded a bit broken already and Stiles hadn’t even got inside of him yet.
“Be my sponsored Gladiator and I promise you will never have to use that useless cock of yours again.” Stiles leaned down to whisper his offer into Derek’s ear as he fit the head of his cock into Derek’s eager hole.’
“Yes, yes, ohhhh!” Derek agreed before he was cut off by a long, pleasured moan as Stiles’ pushed into him, his cock sliding easily into the Gladiator from behind.
“You took my cock easier than a common brothel whore would, maybe that is how I should fuck you. Fuck you like a brothel whore would be fucked, would you like that Gladiator Hale?” Stiles purred, smirking when Derek whimpered and clenched tightly around his cock.
“Y-Yes Senator Stilinski,” The Gladiator pleaded, rocking back on his feet to take more of Stiles’ cock into his ass. Stiles spanked Derek’s ass hard, leaving a pink imprint behind and Derek whined softly at the sudden sting of pain.
“Since you belong to me now, you will address me as Master or Sir,” Stiles stated as he lazily rotated his hips, grinding the head of his cock against that spot inside of Derek that made the Gladiator’s knees go weak.
“Yes, yes, Master,” Derek nodded, slumped over the table completely relying on it to hold him upright.
“Good boy,” Stiles praised as he patted Derek’s leaking cock fondly before he gripped the larger man’s hips as he drew his cock out. At the same time he thrust forward, he yanked Derek back towards him. Derek let out a wounded noise that quickly turned into a loud moan as Stile repeated the action over and over. The sound of their skin slapping filled the lavish Senator's chambers only broken by Derek’s moans of pleasure and Stiles’ low grunts.
Stiles reached around and landed one of the hardest slaps he could manage to Derek’s cock. Stiles laughed as Derek cried out as he came untouched at the mix of pleasure and pain as Stiles kept thrusting into him.
“Fuck, that’s it. Such a slutty thing you are, I love it.” Stiles laughed breathlessly as he thrust into Derek a few more times before he climaxed, filling his new Gladiator with his seed.
Derek was a mess of sweat and cum as he lay completely slack from his bent-over position on the table, seemingly dazed as Stiles pulled out of him, licking his lips at the sight of Derek’s puffy, abused hole leaking his cum slowly.
“As my newest Gladiator I’m holding you to high standards Derek, do your best not to disappoint me.” Stiles patted Derek’s ass before he picked up a small bell and shook it. The sound startled Derek, he felt like he couldn’t move so even if he wanted to, to hide the state the Senator left him in, he was unable to.
All Derek could do was watch as another man of similar build to him enter the room, he looked vaguely familiar but Derek couldn’t place him. He had a loincloth made of expensive rich red fabric that matched the loop of fabric around Stiles’ torso, he was holding a tray with a scroll that no doubt held Derek’s contract.
“Jordan, meet Derek Hale. My newest Gladiator,” Stiles took the offered scroll from Jordan. Jordan inclined his head to Derek before sinking to his knees by Stiles’ feet. Stiles read Derek’s contract and absently stroked Jordan’s brown hair. Derek watched interested and a bit confused.
“Ah, Jordan was my previous sponsored Gladiator. He got injured in his last fight and they wanted to throw him away, I refused to let that happen so I purchased him and now he’s my personal attendant. Jordan, you and Derek here have the same interests. Why don’t you show him, what I can offer him if he does well in the arena?” Stiles nudged Jordan with his foot as he spoke, not giving either Jordan or Derek his attention.
Jordan rose higher on his knees and untied his loincloth without speaking at all. Derek’s breath hitched at the sight of thin gold metal looping around Jordan’s flaccid cock and around his balls. It looked snug and Derek’s exhausted mind connected that the tight bands of metal must prevent him from coming. Derek’s cock twitched lazily, he ached to know how that cage of metal would feel around his cock.
“Do well enough and I shall commission a cage for your useless cock as well. Jordan, be useful and clean me up while I sign Gladiator Hale’s contract.” Stiles ordered as he nicked his thumb to leave his seal at the bottom of the scroll. Derek swallowed hard as he watched Jordan give Stiles’ soft and cum-streaked cock small but eager licks.
Derek’s mouth watered as he watched, his hole clenching and the Senator’s cum still dripping out of him as he watched Jordan use his mouth to clean Stiles’ cock up and then gently tuck the man’s cock back into the folds of his clothing. Jordan stayed quiet the whole time and returned to his kneeling position before raising the tray for Stiles to return the scroll to the surface.
“Thank you Jordan, I’ll see you later tonight.” Stiles patted Jordan’s head like one would a dog, but Derek craved for the absent touch.
“Feel free to use my attached bath to clean yourself up before you are escorted back to the arena. I look forward to your next fight and our following meeting.” Stiles strode over to Derek as Jordan walked out of the room, uncaring that his caged cock was on full display. Stiles took Derek’s chin in his fingers and kissed Derek soundly, possessively.
“I take care of my things Derek and you like Jordan are one of mine,” Stiles promised with a dark smile and yet Derek had never felt so safe and wanted in his life. He would keep fighting and keep winning, for Stiles, for the future he could see in Jordan.
#Teen Wolf#Sterek#Stiles/Jordan#18+#Ancient Rome#Roman Senator Stiles Stilinski#Gladiator Derek Hale#Bottom Derek Hale#Top Stiles Stilinski#SinQueen69
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Can you love someone you've never met? Someone you never talked to in real life? Percy wondered as he logged in to his profile and was greeted with the bright red sign of a new message.
His heartbeat quickened, he knew who it was from. Angelofdeath, the person who can build him up with a few words, and tear him down by not reacting immediately to something he sent.
Percy sighed. He knew he wasn't in the best headspace, he wasn't sure of his own feelings, own thoughts. He just knew he wanted to be close to his friend, he wanted to see him, compliment him, love him, kiss him and hold him close. He hated when Nico didn't talk to him for days, he hated the jealous churning of his stomach when he saw Nico interacting with others.
Shaking his head in an attempt to get his mind out of the downward spiral, and clicked on the message.
Angelofdeath
lol
no, I don't think you want to go there
because it's clear I would win
italian cuisine is there *shows the top of the mount everest* and american is somewhere there *shows the mariana trench*
anyways, i hve to go
sleep well
love you ♥️
Percy couldn't stop smiling, but at the same time, his heart felt heavy and painful.
"Love you too," he whispered into the silence of his room.
Seastar
pff… you clrly never tsted the NY style pizza
that's just 👌
beats your tiny no carb no grease thing
good luck for your exam!!!
ilytoo ♥️
He noticed that he got an ask too, from a familiar anon.
anonymous asked you:
I’d be happy to keep you warm ;)
-🖤
It was probably a reaction to his previous post where he complained about the weather. He was coming home from school, and even in the warmest, fluffiest coat he owned he was freezing, and he just had to make it into his followers' problem too.
He didn't really expect this, but he should have. As always, he briefly entertained himself that maybe his favorite flirty anon was Nico, but he shook it off. Nico probably would have commented. It was probably one of his followers teasing him or maybe they were too shy to flirt off anon.
He answered back with an
"Anytime, babe, I'm here, waiting for you ;)💙",
and closed the tab. It wasn't like the one person he wanted to talk to was available. Either he was in the middle of his exam, or celebrating his success with his classmates.
Thinking back the first time he interacted with the Italian, it was funny that they reached the point where they felt so comfortable with each other that there was no day - except for those days one of them was too depressed to log in - they didn't talk.
He still remembered that ask from a righteous Nico after he posted "Steter>>>>>Sterek".
Angelofdeath asked you:
sTetEr iS bEtTeR tHaN sTeEk HOE DARE YOU?! (yes, it's hoe, because you are a HOE!) I followed you because your TW edits are 👌 but your taste… 😬
Percy remembered the indignation he felt as he wrote a 3k+ reply to why Steter was better (because of Peter's V-neck, obviously, but also, because of Peter and Stiles are both fucked up similarly).
He got back a similarly long essay on why Sterek was better, and that was the start of their little competition.
As they tried to one up each other with their respective ship, they started to talk. And love the other ship too. And soon, instead of being the worst enemies, they became the biggest supporters of each other.
Nico became a very important part of Percy's life. Bad or good, Nico was always there for him, being the loveable sarcastic asshole he became so dependent on. Their interaction, while still involved fandom talk, turned into just talking, sharing stories and feelings. Nico told him about growing up with his mother and sister who died way too early. Percy talked about Gabe, the stepfather he had when he was young, how he left both physical and emotional scars on him. They bonded over having absent fathers and shitty school lives. Percy was the first person Nico came out and Percy still felt touched and soft at the knowledge he made Nico feel safe and comfortable enough to do so.
He opened the hellsite again, not able to resist the temptation. There were two notifications - a message and an ask.
He opened the ask first, knowing he would spend the rest of his night talking with Nico.
Anonymous asked you:
I wish you'd mean that…
-🖤
Percy stared at it, uncomprehending. The anon was always flirty, teasing… lighthearted. He liked the black heart anon, they were lovely, but he never thought…
He thought he was the only one having an unrequited online crush. He never thought somebody had an unrequited online crush on him.
He didn't reply. He couldn't. He kept it in his inbox, hoping that in time, he would know what to do with it. For now, he clicked on his messages, finding a string of swear words, keymashes and threats in Italian still coming from Nico because he dared to mention the "abomination that has no right to call itself pizza".
Percy laughed, already knowing he would get this reaction. He knew Nico. And that was why he was afraid of doing anything. He knew Nico, and he wanted to keep knowing him, being friends with him. He didn't want to lose him.
But maybe one day… maybe one day he'll have the courage to say something to him- but until that, he was content to be his friend. Because being in love with Nico wasn't overruling his love; the romantic feelings just complemented the platonic ones. And maybe he would get a clue on what to do with his flirty anon. Because as much as he loved Nico… he kinda liked the anon too.
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Pairing: Steo, post-Sterek
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Derek Hale
Warnings: A/B/O, Alpha Theo, Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek, heat cycles, implied sexual content,
Words: 5107
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Make it Real
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"I'm done with guys," Stiles declares, bursting into Theo's bedroom of their shared apartment.
Once they no longer were required to live on campus, it just made the nose sense. They've been best friends since they were in diapers. They're both going to school to be veterinarians, splitting the cost of rent by living together is perfect. Even more so when they know they can handle living together with no issues. They’ve had more sleepovers than they can count.
“Okay,” Theo chuckles, pausing Hannibal, “what happened this time?”
Stiles flops on the bed beside him, his Omega scent fluttering into the air. Theo has to stifle his growl to be able to hear Stiles’ words. “Derek,” he whines.
The Alpha doesn’t hold back his growl then. Or his annoyance. Derek Hale, Alpha werewolf and Stiles’ ex-boyfriend. Bastard dumped the Omega for this chick Paige he’d met, only for her to leave him too. Stiles has been trying to win the wolf back ever since. Theo can’t entirely blame him. They were together for nearly two years and Derek more than implied that he wanted to be mates.
With that said, he’d hoped his best friend would’ve dropped it by now.
But that could be his biased hatred towards Derek for hurting Stiles.
Or the fact that Theo has wanted Stiles for as long as he can remember.
“What’d he do?” Theo asks, trying to calm the coyote in his chest.
“He keeps ignoring me,” Stiles flails his hands. “Even if I just try to say hello to the guy, he acts as though I’m not even there. It’s embarrassing,” the Omega whispers, sadness clouding his sweet smell. It’s bad enough that Stiles’ scent is seeping into the Alpha’s sheets, he can’t handle it being filled with sadness too.
The coyote really wants to break Derek.
But Stiles would never forgive him.
If he plans to mate with the Omega, Theo has to be smart about this. “Did you do what I suggested?”
“Yes!” The Omega says truthfully, “I flirted with Isaac right in front of him. Derek couldn’t have cared less!”
As much as the coyote wants Stiles for himself, he’s first and foremost the supportive best friend. He told Stiles that one of the best ways to get an Alpha to take interest in you is to make them jealous. Other than growing up together, how else do you think Theo became head over heels for the Omega? He was insanely jealous of every single Alpha that was allowed to put their hands on Stiles.
Seeing him with Derek was the literal worst.
“Well, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart,” the Alpha adjusts himself on his bed to face the other boy, “flirting with his packmate probably wasn’t the best course of action.”
“What? Why?” Stiles sits up, brows pinched, “I thought that would annoy him the most.”
“Think about it. One of Derek’s Betas wouldn’t undermine him like that.” Theo explains, “it probably didn’t bother him because he’d never see Isaac as a threat. You gotta go after someone who Derek would think could actually take you away from him.”
The Omega contemplates his words, lips pursing, “like who?”
“Me,” Theo says without missing a beat.
What?
This was not part of his plan! Stiles was supposed to fail at making Derek jealous and then give up on the wolf first. Then Theo was going to slowly show his interest so as not to overwhelm his friend.
“You?” Stiles narrows his eyes.
Think, Raeken!
“Well, y-yeah,” the Alpha says, giving the cogs spinning in his head a chance to form a full idea. Got it. “I’m an Alpha that you’ve been close to since childhood. I know he was always put off by our relationship and living arrangement. You can lie to me and tell me you don’t find me attractive, but your chemosignals will tell both me and Derek the truth. Pretend to date me. I’m sure Derek will come crawling back in no time.”
Or so that I can convince you I’m a better mate.
“Wait, you’re serious?” Stiles’ chemosignals are all over the place. Refusing to land on one definitive feeling.
“What better way to make Derek jealous than to have a hot Alpha on your arm?” Theo asks.
“Theo, you’re my best friend.”
The coyote shrugs a shoulder, “your point?”
“Wouldn’t that be weird?” Stiles flails, unsure of himself. It’s cute. “Or wildly unbelievable?”
He’s been dying to kiss Stiles for years. So no. No weirdness here, at least from Theo. Also wouldn’t be the first best friends turned couple before either. “No,” the coyote shakes his head, “I don’t think so.”
Stiles’ face runs through a series of expressions. Surprise. At the offer itself or that Theo’s willing to do so, he doesn’t know. Uncertainty. As if the coyote isn’t being honest. Contemplation. To be honest, when doesn’t Stiles think about everything? And something akin to acceptance when he asks, “just to make Derek jealous?”
“Of course,” Theo smiles, lying through his teeth.
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Agreeing to let Theo be his fake boyfriend was something Stiles wasn’t prepared for in the slightest. Like the Alpha said, he’s more than aware of what his best friend looks like. The Omega had a very confusing first heat. Not only did his father have to literally drag him away from Theo to get him to the heat center, while he was there Stiles had more than a few orgasms over the thought of his best friend. The Omega never gave much thought to it because he got his first heat right next to a kind and familiar Alpha. Of course his hormones made him a little confused.
And he never breathed a word of it to Theo.
And it never happened again.
So Stiles assumes it was just a teenage fluke.
But this is a little different.
Holding hands with Theo on campus as they walk to class together. Having dinner at one of the cafes instead of at home like usual. Literally sharing their meals so that not only Derek, but other Alphas can see that he’s well taken care of. Stiles knows it’s so people can actually see them being a couple and all that, but still. It’s different.
Because even when they get home, the coyote doesn’t drop the charade.
Stiles is in the kitchen grabbing a drink before they sit down and watch a movie. His mind has been racing over the last two weeks. It’s like all he can think about is Theo and he doesn’t know how he’s meant to feel about that. The human’s brain and heart are trying their best to communicate together, but they’re stuck in a wind tunnel and lines keep getting crossed.
“Something on your mind?” The Alpha comes up behind him, wrapping an arm around his middle and kissing his cheek before walking past him to the pantry.
No one is here. No one could possibly see them right now. And yet Theo is still being tactile and acting like his boyfriend. It’s confusing. “Oh, just got lost in thought about what movie we should watch,” Stiles says, cracking open a mountain dew and taking a sip. It’s half true, they haven’t decided what to watch yet, just that they wanted to.
Theo grabs a bag of candy from the pantry, coming back and putting his arm around the Omega’s shoulder. “They put the new Black Panther on Disney plus,” the Alpha suggests, leading them back to the living room. “I know you wanted to watch that.” The coyote settles himself laying on his side on the couch, opening his arm.
He should be used to it by now. Theo loves to snuggle up to him when they’re out here. Still kisses his cheek behind closed doors; no Stiles isn’t entirely over that yet. The Omega puts his drink down on the coffee table, joining Theo. He’s quickly tucked under the Alpha’s chin, Theo’s hand not in the bag of candy is curled around Stiles’ wrist, thumb brushing along the skin, arm snug on his waist. No sooner does the Marvel logo pop up on the screen is Theo rumbling in his chest, pleased with the scenting.
Stiles really thought things wouldn’t change in the privacy of their home. He’s not exactly unhappy about it either. More surprised.
“You want one?” Theo whispers, offering a piece of the nerds cluster.
“Sure,” the Omega goes to grab it, but the coyote’s fingers bump against his lips. Giving him the offered sweet himself. Stiles’ Omega nature is damn near preening from the treatment of an Alpha catering to him like that.
When the emotional movie ends and Stiles wipes the last of his tears away, the boys go their separate ways to go to bed.
Stiles doesn’t know how long he lays awake in bed unable to sleep.
A glance at the digital clock on his nightstand glowing two-thirty tells him it’s been hours.
His heat is coming up in the next week and Stiles doesn’t know if he should ask the coyote to go with him. It’s not unheard of for couples not to spend heats together before they’ve actually mated. But he understands that that would definitely make Derek jealous. He never spent a heat with Stiles despite having asked the Omega.
But Stiles just doesn’t know. Wouldn’t that be overstepping the bounds of their fake relationship? Because that would mean they’d have sex. That’s a lot more than a few half kisses and far too much to ask.
“H-hey, Theo,” the Omega knocks on Theo’s bedroom door. “Can I ask you something?”
When the fuck did he even get out of bed? Stiles was sure his head was on his pillow just a second ago.
The door opens, the Alpha’s in nothing but a pair of tight, black boxer briefs. He rubs his eye, “what’s up?” Sleep thick in Theo’s raspy voice.
It’s late. But Stiles can’t sleep. His brain won’t shut up. And with his heat this close, the Omega just feels uncomfortable in his own skin. Theo’s scent has always calmed him down and been an amazing comfort. It’s been years since he’s asked this, but trying to annoy Derek, maybe he can kill two birds with one stone. Walk around smelling like his heat and Theo and make himself feel a little better.
The coyote yawns, “Stiles?”
Right. He’s just standing here staring. The Omega startles, “you know what? It’s late, I’ll just ask in the morning. Sorry,” Stiles mutters, turning around.
“No,” Theo grabs his hand, entwining their fingers. “What’s going on?”
“I-” the Omega huffs, looking at his feet. Now uncomfortable on top of everything else. “Do you remember when you used to cuddle with me before my heats to help me sleep?”
The hand holding his twitches, “yeah, I remember. Are you-” Theo clears his throat, “do you need help?”
The Omega’s free hand rubs the back of his neck, feeling even more sheepish meeting the gaze of the coyote. “If that wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
Theo’s face softens, “of course. Come on, Little Omega,” the Alpha scoops him up in his arms, nuzzling Stiles’ neck. Gently kicking his door close, Theo carries the Omega to his bed, settling them under the sheets. The Alpha’s smell fills Stiles’ nostrils, he’d purr if he could. “I’ve got you,” the coyote rumbles in his chest, rubbing Stiles’ back.
“Thank you,” the Omega mumbles into Theo’s chest, falling asleep in no time.
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Sticky.
Why is Theo sticky? And why the hell is he so fucking hot? Last thing he remembers is Stiles asking to stay with- Stiles!
Theo’s eyes spring open, jolting in bed. The sweet, heady scent of Stiles’ heat floods his senses. The Alpha growls, fangs making his gums ache. Fuck, he smells good. But they haven’t talked about this. And the Omega is whining in his arms, grinding against Theo’s leg.
He has to move. Theo needs to get up. Get out of his bed and get Stiles to the campus’ heat center. Because if he stays…
“Theo,” the Omega whines, still asleep, hard cock digging into Theo’s thigh.
Now.
Theo has to go now.
With great care and even more difficulty, Theo manages to take a controlled breath and peel himself off of the Omega. God, the sound Stiles makes when he does it kills the Alpha where he stands. It hurts him so fucking much to hear it, he wants to ease Stiles’ pain so badly. But he can’t. Or rather won’t. Not without explicit, coherent consent.
Luckily, Stiles’ room is right across from his. With it being close, the Omega should have a bag ready. Shoving his sweats and a shirt on, the Alpha heads to the human’s room. Sure enough, right next to his door is a small duffel bag waiting. If Theo sneaks in the shirt he wore the day before for Stiles’ comfort, well, no one needs to know that but him.
Getting Stiles into his truck was an ordeal and a half. Every time he tried to put the Omega in the passenger seat, he looked at the coyote with glassy eyes and whimpered Theo’s name. So he drove to the center with the human curled up in his lap. Theo almost lost it on the way there when the Omega kissed and licked his neck. It took everything in his power not to pull over and knot Stiles right there.
“Sir, will you be joining him?” The male nurse asks from behind the reception desk after helping Theo check the Omega in.
Theo coughs, “no.”
“Alpha,” Stiles whines, reaching out for him from the chair they’re using to bring him to a room.
The nurse purses his lips, judgment evident as he taps his pen on the desk, “kind of seems like he wants you with him.”
The Alpha tries to suppress his aggravated growl. He’s not some asshole Alpha refusing to take care of his Omega, dickhead. “I gave him one of my shirts,” Theo explains, hanging on by a thread. The nurse looks unimpressed, and the coyote really wants to punch him. “We haven’t had a chance to talk about it yet and his heat hit early. I don’t want him to wake up when the fog clears and regret his decision.”
The man instantly deflates, “that’s sweet,” he smiles.
The Alpha growls, claws springing free on the counter. He heard Stiles call for him again. Pleading in the smallest, saddest voice. “You’re going to have to sedate me.” Theo can smell the salt of his tears.
“What?”
“I can hear him calling my name. Crying for me,” Theo says. The look on the nurse's face tells him his eyes are glowing red. “I can’t promise that I won’t burst in there to claim what’s mine. I won’t do that without proper consent. But my instincts are too high, if he moans my name-” he slurs the words through his fangs. Stiles is literally crying. “Sedate. Me,” he adds, Alpha tone fueling his voice. “Now.”
“Right away, sir,” the man gestures behind the coyote.
Everything goes dark.
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Stiles isn’t sure if he stole one of Theo’s shirts or if the Alpha gave it to him. Either way, the Omega was grateful to have his scent.
It was kind of weird to Stiles at first seeing the coyote come out of his own room. The Omega was terrified that Theo was someone else’s heat partner. But the Alpha informed him that Stiles cried out for him; a lot. That it got to his coyote and Alpha nature pretty badly. It mildly- okay, pretty badly- embarrassed Stiles that Theo needed to be sedated because of him.
Because even though he was told, the Omega was too far gone to actually remember asking for Theo.
Not that he would’ve minded; if Theo joined him that is.
But he appreciated the coyote’s consideration about them not talking about it first.
“I could go for a shower and a coffee,” Theo says when they pull up to their apartment building. “How’s that sound?”
“So good,” Stiles groans. Caffeine is very much needed after the week he had. Maybe he can get a good enough caffeine high that he won't have to think about how badly he wanted Theo for his heat. Or how much his shirt helped. That the Omega feels empty because, according to the nurses, Stiles refused to help himself. He jerked himself off a lot, but didn’t even look at the knotting dildos that were offered. In his heat crazed mind, it was Theo or nothing.
The Alpha helps Stiles get out of the truck, his body is still pretty sore. Theo takes the bag in one hand and loops his free arm around the human. It’s the most contact Stiles has gotten since they left the center.
It’s nice.
His Omega is fawning.
Seems like that childhood crush isn’t as juvenile as the Omega thought.
Maybe he should call this off. Stiles is finding himself wanting it to be real. He’s forgotten the whole point was to make Derek jealous. But all it did was make him develop genuine feelings for the coyote.
Fuck.
“You can have the shower first,” Theo offers, opening their front door. “I gotta make sure my professors got the email from the heat center,” he says, handing Stiles the bag.
“Okay, thanks,” the Omega says, ducking his head to hide the small smile, dropping the bag in his room. He has to physically bite his tongue to not turn around and ask the Alpha about the shirt. Instead, he lays out some fresh clothes and heads to the bathroom.
Yes, he took a shower before he left the center because Stiles was caked in sweat and slick and cum. However, he can still feel the heat center in his pores. The Omega can’t stand it. And his sensitive nose doesn’t appreciate not smelling like Theo anymore. The scent from his shirt wore off around the second or third day, he’s not certain.
It’s weird, he thinks as he scrubs himself clean with the coyote’s body wash. Yes, Stiles is that desperate for his smell. During all of his heats at the center, the human never craved Derek the way everyone says he did with Theo. Nor did his nose, at least until after their breakup, miss the wolf’s scent as much.
What the hell has he gotten himself into?
As much as he’d like to drown himself in a contemplative, emotional crisis shower, Stiles turns the water off and wraps his towel around his waist. His growling stomach overruling everything else. “Shower’s yours,” the Omega announces, padding back to his room to get dressed.
After hearing the shower turn back on, Stiles checks the messages he’d missed. There’s one from his father telling him that Theo informed him what’s going on and asking to call when he’s home. Stiles will do that…later. He’s too tired for that much human interaction. The Omega at the very least texts his father with the promise to call tomorrow.
Just as he’s about to lock his phone, a new text comes in when the human sits on the couch to wait for Theo. It’s from Derek. Showing this is actually the fourth message from the wolf. The Omega’s heart goes into overdrive reading them.
>>I heard your heat hit early, I hope you’re doing okay…are you there with Theo?
>>Can we talk when you get back?
>>I miss you.
>>I’m sure you guys just got back, but please, I just want to talk.
“It worked,” Stiles scoffs in disbelief. Derek is jealous of his “relationship” with Theo. And he thinks they spent the Omega’s heat together. It’s exactly what he wanted. So why isn’t he happier about it? Why is it making his stomach flip upside down in a very much not fun way?
“What worked?” Theo asks, stepping into the living room while pulling his shirt over his head.
The small line of skin the Omega catches a flash of halts his thought process. “What?” Stiles asks, still staring at the Alpha’s clothed stomach. He really doesn’t know what they were talking about. Honestly didn’t even really hear what Theo had said either.
The coyote chuckles, the sound snapping Stiles’ gaze back to the Alpha’s face. Theo comes and sits on the couch next to him, their arms and thighs touching. “I asked you what worked?” There’s humor in Theo’s voice, knowing good and well what distracted the Omega.
He’s so fucked.
What the hell is he doing?
“Derek,” Stiles clears his throat, waving his phone in the air. “He wants to ‘talk’, whatever the hell that means. Says he misses me. And I’m pretty sure he thinks we spent my heat together.”
It’s hard to place the emotion behind the expression on the coyote’s face. But only for the smallest of seconds. Because when their eyes meet, Theo’s donned a mask of indifference. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” The Alpha adjusts himself on the couch, but all it does is put distance between them.
It feels like it was deliberate.
The Omega barely prevents the whine in his throat at the loss. His body quickly growing cold. He doesn’t like it at all.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Theo’s voice is carefully guarded, almost completely emotionless.
It tugs at the human’s heart.
“Uh, yeah,” Stiles says, barely believing his own words. “I guess it was.” Before. The unspoken word burns the back of his throat like a hot poker.
“Are you going to talk to him?” The Alpha asks, pointedly looking at the floor. “I won’t stop you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m just your fake boyfriend, remember?” Stiles doesn’t miss how fake the smirk on Theo’s face is.
Stiles wishes he could read chemosignals. The coyote’s voice is so monotone, but there’s a hint of sourness that he’s trying to control. It’s maddening.
“Um. Maybe, yeah,” the Omega puts his phone in his pocket. “I don’t know. We’ll see. Right now,” he leans closer to the coyote, enjoying the way Theo wraps his arm around his shoulder. And lets Stiles tuck his head into the crook of his neck. Stiles nuzzles himself close, rubbing himself against Theo’s skin. “All I want to do is go get some food and coffee with you.”
It kind of seems like all he wants is Theo.
How the hell is he going to tell the coyote?
Stiles doesn’t know if he can handle Theo rejecting him.
Theo tightens his arm around him, “oh,” he snorts. “I’m buying you food now, too?” The Alpha teases.
“Theo Raeken,” the Omega gasps dramatically. Sitting up he sees the grin on the Alpha’s face. The real one. “Fake boyfriend or not, you know how I get when I’m hungry.”
“Oh yeah,” Theo pokes his side, making the human yelp. He doesn’t stop tickling Stiles until he’s nearly crying from laughing. It takes a second for the Omega to realize he’s speaking, “you’re nothing short of a whiny brat,” the Alpha jokes as Stiles falls back on the couch. The coyote ends up on top of him and the Omega’s heart stutters, Theo’s face is so close.
Stiles desperately tries to catch his breath, hoping his heart calms the fuck down. Even in public all they’ve ever done is hold hands, scent, and kiss one another’s cheek. Maybe the corner of the mouth if they’re not paying attention.
But good god, with his hands on the coyote’s chest and staring at his beautiful eyes, Stiles wants nothing more than for Theo to kiss him. There’s a hand on his waist, gently stroking the skin and the Omega is about ready to have a meltdown. His own chemosignals must be telling a colorful story for him. He can’t fucking breathe.
“Let’s get you some food,” the Alpha whispers, gently moving hair off Stiles’ forehead. He leans down and brushes their noses together. His entire demeanor having changed; once they stopped talking about Derek.
—
The whole walk to the cafe on campus, the Omega has been trying to figure out how to go about telling Theo. Because it could go one of two ways. The Alpha will end it and most likely never speak to him again. Or, judging by the way the coyote acted when they talked about Derek- and once they stopped- Theo could be more than accepting.
That’s Stiles’ hope at least as they walk hand in hand into the cafe.
“Want your usual?” Theo asks.
Stiles nods, “extra cheese and pickles though, please.”
The Alpha kisses the corner of his mouth, “you got it, sweetheart. Why don’t you go wait over by pick-up? You know the drinks are usually ready before I even have a chance to pay.”
“Fair point,” Stiles his hand before letting it go to wait. Theo’s not wrong, this place is known for their quickness. He drums his fingers on the counter.
“Stiles.”
The Omega bristles, more than familiar with the voice saying his name. He didn’t text the wolf back for a reason. Stiles wanted at least one coherent day to process his thoughts.
Thanks, Universe, truly.
“Hey, Derek,” the human sighs, turning to face the Alpha. “What’s up?” Stiles asks, seeing Theo ordering out of the corner of his eye.
“How are you?” Derek asks, putting his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Exactly the way the wolf used to do when flirting with him.
Stiles, completely unaffected, replies, “I’m good. Did you need something?”
“Drinks for Theo,” the worker calls, sliding two iced coffees on the counter.
The coyote even remembered the cinnamon on the whipped cream. The wolf never paid that much attention.
“Thanks,” Stiles says, placing them in a carrier before facing the other Alpha again.
“Well,” Derek rubs the back of his neck, “I miss you. And I’m just really sorry about everything that happened. I don’t know what I was thinking. I-I wasn’t thinking.”
The Omega says nothing, crossing his arms to his chest. The coyote is swiping his card in Stiles’ peripherals. Come on, Theo. Walk a little faster, please. Stiles doesn’t want to deal with the words he thinks the wolf’s going to say.
The Alpha wolf leans close, “I was hoping you’d give me another chance.”
He wants to bolt. But then Theo gets within arm’s reach and the Omega’s body moves for him. Stiles yanks the coyote to him, successfully moving Derek back. Please don’t hate me. Before Theo can speak, Stiles slams their mouths together. What better way to tell the wolf no than kiss his boyfriend right in front of him?
Theo growls in the back of his throat, one hand going in the Omega’s back pocket to pull them flush. The other cups Stiles’ cheek while he deepens the kiss. It isn’t until the Alpha’s tongue is sliding against his own that Stiles worries about his actions. Surely the coyote saw Derek and he’s just playing his part. But still, this had to be more than his best friend signed up for.
Derek clears his throat and the Omega remembers where they are.
Stiles tries to pull away, embarrassed with himself.
The Alpha’s hand comes out of his pocket, settling on Stiles’ lower back, preventing him from moving away. “I’m not done with you yet,” Theo says against his mouth.
“What?” Stiles asks, shock doesn’t even come close.
Theo’s eyes crinkle with his smile, leaning back to tell the employee, “make that to-go, please.” The girl behind the counter blushes, nodding in acknowledgement. “It’s about time,” the coyote mumbles softly. He goes to kiss the Omega again, their lips barely brushing together before he stops again. “Oh, one more thing,” he looks at the wolf, “he’s my mate. So no, you won’t be getting another chance.”
He’s his what now?
“Bullshit,” Derek growls.
“Goodbye, Derek,” the coyote grins, not even looking at the wolf. Stiles stares at him, a goofy smile on his face. The Omega is overjoyed when Theo’s lips are on his again. But the other Alpha doesn’t leave or back off. Theo growls deeply in his chest, pulling away with searing rubies, shocking Stiles to his core.
The coyote is getting territorial over him.
It’s hot.
The cafe has gone silent.
Derek had tapped Theo’s shoulder, interrupting them, “I think Stiles can make that decision for himself.”
Theo snarls, red irises not going anywhere any time soon. “Did he argue with me?” He turns around to face the wolf, “did he correct me? Run to you? Anything? Or did Stiles grab me and kiss me to get away from you? I think he made his choice just fine. Right?” Theo looks at him over his shoulder.
The Omega is practically swooning when he breathes, “yeah.” Though the coyote had said it’s about time, Stiles is a little skeptical that this is just all for show. He could’ve made the order to-go so that the Omega doesn’t have to be around Derek when he’s clearly uncomfortable.
Theo growls for an entirely different reason, hunger crystal clear in his scarlet eyes. “So while he’s entirely worth it,” the coyote squares his shoulders, setting his stance, “unless you plan on challenging me officially- a fight you won’t win mind you, I’ve wanted Stiles since we presented-”
He has?
The coyote isn’t lying. This isn’t something you just say to make a guy jealous. Theo means every word. Has meant every word since the beginning. Holy fuck.
Be still Stiles’ fucking heart.
“-I suggest you back the fuck off and respect his choice,” Theo warns.
“S-Stiles?” Derek looks at him with puppy eyes.
“I said I choose Theo,” Stiles reiterates, entwining his fingers with the coyote’s.
“To-go order for Theo,” the girl squeaks, putting the bag on the counter.
Theo grabs the bag with, “smells great, thank you,” he nods to the girl. “Let’s get you out of here, sweetheart,” the Alpha whispers in his ear, nipping the lobe. “Our bed is waiting for you to get a pretty mark,” Theo says with a growl, fangs lightly grazing the crook of his neck.
Stiles shivers and hastily grabs the drink carrier, not even bothering to look at the wolf when they walk away. Derek broke his heart. While he was a bit misguided in wanting to get him back, the Omega is thrilled to learn that this was never fake for Theo. And that he’s about to go home and get his mate.
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Hello there! I don't know if anyone has asked for this, but do you happen to know any fic on which Stiles and Derek are colleague nurses or doctors, and they meet each other in that setting?
Hey @darkmind-ofmine! Here you go.
(^gpoy at work. true facts)
Pretty Eyes by Inell
(1/1 I 1,720 I Teen)
Stiles doesn’t intend to become a resident during a pandemic, but he’s learned to roll with whatever life throws his way.
The Anatomy of an FBI Agent by orphan_account
(2/? I 7,347 I Mature)
Stiles nodded. It sounded like a day full of machinery and doctors muttering over his scans.
“Will I be hanging out with you or one of the babies?”
Dr. Cutie grinned. “How could I trust them with my most prized patient?”
Stiles laughed.
He barely noticed the pain.
Bet On It by IDreamOnlyOfYou (lauren3210)
(1/1 I 8,343 I Mature)
Stiles is an RN and Derek the attending trauma surgeon at Beacon Hills Hospital. They're constantly arguing, much to the amusement of their colleagues, who ultimately decide to take bets on when the sexual tension will finally explode. The only question is, who will win the jackpot?
Or
5 times one of the guys try to push Derek and Stiles together, and the time they worked it out all on their own.
Complications by DIEMONDS
(3/? I 17,273 I Teen)
“We can still be strangers. Strangers that hook up.” Stiles had to mentally curse at himself for liking Derek’s smirk. He honestly couldn’t help it, the man’s smile was too gorgeous.
“No!” Stiles ran a hand through his hair. “What we did-you and me-that cannot happen again! You’re an attending, and I’m your intern! It’s wrong on so many levels.”
(this isn’t exactly) where you’d want me by decideophobia
(1/1 I 19,070 I Teen)
“Do you even have any nice and soothing words in your repertoire?” Stiles asks, holding still while McBroody shines a light into his eyes. “Or is it only me who they let you loose on?”
“I actually just downloaded a new set of comforting phrases to use on patients this morning but I haven’t had a chance to listen to and internalize them yet. I do know how to say, Good news: you’re not dead, and We only need to take off one of your legs, though.”
OR, the one where Stiles keeps ending up in the ER and Derek almost gets brain damage from so much stupid.
Hazardous to Our Health by HenleyBeck
(6/? I 21,590 I Explicit)
Derek has just moved back to Beacon Hills and he works at the hospital with his sister. He loves his job, he loves the people he works with and then there's Stiles. Stiles who seems to pop up everywhere that Derek is and it doesn't help that everybody loves the kid. But Stiles is also the Chief of Surgery's son and there's no way he can get involved with Stiles right?
Wrong. As a doctor, Derek knows that certain things can be hazardous to one's
health but sometimes it's nice to live dangerously.
Yin To His Yang by weirdwithhumor
(9/? I 26,125 I Teen)
Derek always wanted kids. He just thought he would find the perfect man, get married and settled down first.
He just never thought he would be left pregnant, unmated at nearly 30, and on a journey to become a single father.
But, Doctor! by stilinskisparkles
(1/1 I 30,269 I Mature)
“We had to splint a girl’s leg in a ditch,” Scott says excitedly.
“Bro, you sound way too happy about that,” Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie.
Derek removes it from his hand silently and replaces it with an apple. Stiles scowls at him for a second then bites into it, regardless. Derek sits back and lets the group discuss the merits of dramatic lifesaving feats for winning over the ladies. Scott is convinced it’ll help impress Allison; Isaac thinks Scott’s a loser. Stiles—
Stiles is falling asleep on Derek’s shoulder.
AND
@wolfspurr suggested this one!
No Superman by WhoNatural
(6/6 I 48,830 I Explicit I Sterek)
(AKA The Sterek Scrubs AU)
In which Stiles learns that med school didn’t prepare him for much at all; even the most epic of bromances can be weakened with the right amount of long, curly hair and dimples; and sometimes, first impressions aren’t all they’re cracked up to be - it’s the digging beneath the bravado that reveals who’s worth getting to know a little better.
Dr. Hale’s probably still a dick, though.
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