sometimes i think about stiles and derek and i’m just like
put ur mouths
onto each others…
Teen Wolf AU: In which Derek Hale is a cop who keeps arresting Stiles.It’s not like Stiles keeps misbehaving and getting arrested on purpose. Okay, yeah, no, he totally is. Who can blame a guy for having a thing for illegally hot men in uniforms? No one, that’s who.Stiles isn’t entirely sure he’ll ever be able to look his Dad in the eye again (not because of his rapidly growing record, but because of the naughty thoughts that enter his mind as soon as he sees someone in a police uniform nowadays, and that’s just traumatizing considering his Dad is a Sheriff) but right now Stiles is too preoccupied with his pent up sexual frustration to pay much heed to his guilty conscience.Because Officer Hale is Hot. Capital letters Hot. Smoking. Drop-dead gorgeous. And worth every minute he spends in a cell.He swears, it was perfectly innocent when it started. He was perfectly innocent back then, or at least almost; Scott had been the one to drag him to a frat party, ignoring Stiles’ earlier protests that he needed to study, and then….well, they’d gotten drunk. As one does. With fake-IDs. Bad fake IDs, which Hale probably could’ve spotted a mile away.That’s why Hale took him to the station the first time. Stiles didn’t mind so much, after he’d been done freaking out about what his Dad would think (the alcohol helped not caring too much).And then it just…kept happening. Stiles doesn’t misbehave more than any other college student. He gets drunk, he gets high occasionally, he goes skinny dipping. No biggie. Nothing major. It’s just, unlike the others, he keeps getting caught. Maybe because he wants to.Or possibly because Hale is keeping a particularly close eye on his shenanigans. It is sort of suspicious, how he’s always there when Stiles gets arrested, how he’s always the one to handcuff him. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Hale got off on it.Oh, scratch that, they both definitely get off on it.
TEEN WOLF Stilinski AU: [1 | 2 | 3] In which Stiles’s obsession for Derek reaches a level that Mama Stilinski can no longer ignore. And since the brave Sheriff usually chickens out of situations like this or threatens guys like Derek with a gun it’s once again up to Mama Stilinski to sit down and have a talk with her son’s boyfriend.
~ Behind closed doors ~
How. The Fuck. Did you? Are you GOD? Marry me.
How the hell did they do this?????
what the fuckk this is amazing
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Some nights Derek has nightmares.
He sees his old house on fire, his favourite toys getting swallowed by flames; hears the miserable howl he and Laura let echo over town the first night all on their own. He can smell Kate’s perfume that used to make his heart race impossibly fast; can see the darkness in her eyes and the smile on her lips the day the Argents left Beacon Hills as he watched her hidden in the shadows. He can hear the way his sister’s pulse quickens with fear whenever he’s too far out of her sight and he can smell the sickness of burnt flesh all over his Uncle Peter when he visits him at the hospital.
He wakes up with a jackhammer heart and a damp forehead; on worse nights, his claws are out, inches from ripping the sheets with his teeth sore and aching in his mouth. He gasps for air and presses his forehead into the back of Stiles’ head, inhaling the familiar scent of safety and listens to his slow and steady heartbeat, forcing his own to match its pace.
Those nights, Stiles make them switch positions.
Once Derek’s got his breathing under wrap and his head isn’t filled with smokey red, Stiles turns in his arms and nudges Derek’s shoulder with his forehead until Derek rolls over onto his other side. He wraps his arms round Derek’s waist, tangling their legs together and burying his face in the nape of Derek’s neck.
He doesn’t say anything; Derek knows it’s because he’s had his own share of nightmares in the past. He doesn’t ask if he wants to talk about or if he’s okay; he simply pulls Derek firmly against his front and doesn’t let go until the next morning. He’ll rub the sleep out of his eyes, smelling of happiness and warmth, as he chuckles and leans over Derek’s shoulder to kiss his cheek like nothing Derek does will ever drive him away. Like Stiles will always be there to comfort him and remind him what home and love is.
Derek can count on the nightmares; but he can also count on Stiles to help him through.
FBI Stiles AU
The FBI is on the hunt for a serial killer who tags his victims’ bodies with triskelion tattoos. Agent Stiles Stilinski is lead investigator but gets kicked off the case when his superiors find out about his history with one of the suspects. Ignoring orders, Stiles turns to Scott to help him clear Derek’s name and stop the real killer…
Sterek AU: P.A. (or the one where Derek Hale is one of the hottest actors/models on the rise who needs a personal assistant because keeps firing the others. Enter Stiles Stilinski, one of the best at BH Services.)
“Erica, Hale’s file says that he fired his last two personal assistants less than a week apart from one another. Are you giving me another problem child because if he’s anything like Whittemore, I am not working for him.”
“Ok so he’s a bit of a.. challenge? But nothing like Lizard-Face Whittemore, I promise! Look, I wouldn’t have referred you if I knew you couldn’t handle him, okay?”
Dark Sterek AU - Stiles can never seem to shake the feeling he’s being watched, and turns out he has been. By Derek Hale. The unwanted attention has his skin crawling, but Stiles isn’t so sure a piece of paper is going to keep Derek away from him.
(Excerpt written by the gorgeous Erin)
“What are you doing here?” Stiles asked, backing away from Derek. “Where’s Scott?”
“Your friend’s fine, Stiles.”
“Okay, you didn’t answer either of my questions.”
Derek just smiled, that slow, teasing, easy smile that made Stiles’ stomach twist into the worst kind of knots. He stepped forward, quickly crowding Stiles and cupping his cheek in his hand. Stiles’ breath hitched and he looked around the area, hoping to see Scott or a random hiker or anyone.
“There’s no need to be afraid, Stiles,” Derek said, brushing a thumb against Stiles’ bottom lip.
“I find that hard to believe when you’ve cornered me alone in the middle of the woods where no one can hear my screams.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’d never dream of hurting you,” Derek assured, his green eyes turning red.