Still Stereking in 2026

It takes Derek a second to process the question. More than a second, actually. Because he has no fucking clue what happened here. All he knows is that he went from shouting at Stiles about his recklessness to -

Well. There was some kissing, after the shouting. And then there was the hurried, embarrassingly desperate rush to Derek’s bed. Jesus.

“I don’t know,” Derek admits, staring at the ceiling.

If he had to try to explain it, he’d probably say that it was…inevitable. Now that they’re both back in Beacon Hills, they’ve been spending a lot of time together and maybe they’ve fallen back into their old patterns. Where they bicker and snark at each other but actually rely on each other more than anyone else. And Derek hasn’t actually had a date in a while, or anything resembling one. Not to mention the almost-tangible sexual tension between the two of them over the past… Well. Forever.

He sort of wants to ask if Stiles is okay. If they’re okay, their friendship, their pack relationship. Derek’s never tried to have a platonic pack relationship with a guy who sucked his dick. But the words are caught in his chest, his throat; he can still see it, in his mind’s eye, the way Stiles had grinned when they were finally naked, the way his eyes had darkened and his tongue had slipped between his lips to make his mouth look all wet and lush. Fuck. Just thinking about it is making his skin all tight again, making blood rush south.

He should ask Stiles’ opinion. On exactly what happened. How they went from bickering to foreplay to mutual orgasms. He cares a little more about what happens next, though.

“Nobody taught you how to separate colors, huh?” Stiles asks with a laugh in his voice, and Derek frowns at the confusing shift in topic.

“What?” he asks as he shoves himself up on his elbows, finally looking up at where Stiles is standing by the foot of the bed. He’s poised against Derek’s dresser, still naked, rifling through his underwear drawer. Holding a pair of pink boxers. “Oh,” Derek exhales. “Is that - that’s what you meant.”

Stiles smirks as he waves the boxers in Derek’s direction. “Yeah. Didn’t picture you as a pink underwear kinda guy. Honestly, I’m surprised you had white underwear to turn pink.”

“It was an accident, obviously.”

“The purchasing of white underwear?”

Derek sighs as he collapses onto his back again. The ceiling fans whirls and whirls without a care, disinterested. “One of Eli’s sweaters got into the whites pile last week. Bunch of his socks are pink now too.”

“Very cute. I bet Miss Pearl loves that.”

Eli’s first-grade teacher, the heroine of their household lately. Eli worships her almost as much as he does Stiles, which is really saying something.

“I’m gonna wear these,” Stiles tells him as he steps into the pink shorts. “Since my underwear got torn by an impatient werewolf.”

Derek winces. “Shit, really?”

“It’s cool,” Stiles laughs. “Definitely worth it. Next time you wanna rip something off me, I’ll wear my cheapest rags.”

Derek’s heart beat a little faster. “Next time?”

“Well, you know.” Stiles’ smile is a little hesitant - shy, maybe - as he dresses. Jeans over pink boxers. Shirt over naked shoulders. “Now that we’ve crossed the line, seems like it might happen again. But I get it if - well. I know Eli’s your priority, so.”

Eli is his priority. But Stiles is pretty special to him too. And Derek doesn’t want to have just the one memory, the one rushed encounter. He wants…more. He wants to take his time. He wants to memorize the feeling of Stiles’ skin under his hands, the taste of him, the musical thumping of his heart. Now that he’s given into his urges, he doesn’t want to stop.

“The next time,” Derek says, hoping he sounds more confident than he feels, “can be right now, if you want.”

Stiles beams. “You just want your pink undies back.”

“They look better on you.”

“I think you’re supposed to say something about them looking better on your floor.”

“Pretend I said that, then.”

He laughs, bright and loud, and kneels on the mattress, crawling his way back up to Derek. His honey-colored eyes examine Derek’s face in fast movements, leaning in slowly enough that Derek could protest the offer of a kiss. But he doesn’t. He accepts Stiles’ mouth eagerly, in fact.

“You think Auntie Cora will wanna keep him a little longer today?” Stiles asks between kisses.

“She owes me,” Derek says.

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/84172036

by sparassiss

Stiles has this thing, in which he misses Derek terribly even when it’s only been a couple hours since they’ve last seen each other. He’s not clingy, he’s not.

He’s just in love.

Sometimes he wakes up to a cold bed, Derek’s side empty, and hobbles into the kitchen rubbing his groggy eyes, to see Derek at the stove cooking pancakes. Stiles can’t help but slide up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist, skin still sleep-warm, body bare of clothes except for a pair of Derek’s old boxers.

Stiles’ head finds its way to the side of Derek’s neck, where he buries his face and shuts his sleepy eyes again. Derek only huffs a quiet laugh, attending to the stove with one hand and interlacing his fingers with Stiles’ with the other.

“Hey,” Stiles mumbles against Derek’s warm skin. “I missed you.”

Words: 3425, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hugs, Weddings

quick meme inspired by the group chat talking about stiles' butt being more caked up than i usually draw him with in this art 😂

blank version (and the original) under the cut for anyone who wants to take it for a spin - please tag me if you do i would love to see them!!

top part's bc i wanted to design a little sticker for myself - couldn't resist adding a little smooch (:< 2-for-1 combo of a little more of a size difference than i usually go for and the pointy ears @poly-hebdo draws derek with because it's cute as fuck

“can you imagine the faces their children could make” (X)

In my headcanon the sheriff would love whatever Stiles would present him as a grandchild.

“yeah, can you imagine first seeing him?”

And so, Stiles and Derek are not ready for parenthood and are totally freaked out by their weird son:

Derek’s quiet for a long time, staring blankly, before he eventually offers, “This isn’t what I expected.“ Stiles frowns down at the baby in his arms. “I know, right? They won’t take it back; I already asked.” Derek leans over him, peering down at the weird little face. It’s unsettling how thick the baby’s eyebrows are. “Are babies born with teeth?“ “Not usually,” Stiles replies. “His grody little snaggletooth is creeping me out.“ “His everything is creeping me out,” Derek retorts, dropping into the chair at the side of the bed. “I’m pretty sure this is because you got possessed by that demon.“ "Aw, hell no,” Stiles argues. “That thing was in me for like five minutes, tops. This thing - “ he nods toward the baby in his arms ” - you don’t absorb this kind of evil in five minutes. This is like ten years possession minimum.“ "What are we going to name him?” “Beats me. Calling him after your dad seems kind of disrespectful to your dad, doesn’t it?” Derek sighed heavily. “He probably would have found this hilarious. I told you my family’s cursed.“ He squinted over at Stiles. “You sure it’s even a boy?” “Dude, I’m not sure it’s even human,” Stiles replies. “Seriously, how come shit like this always happens to us?“ "Because the universe knows we’ll grin and bear it,” Derek sighs again. “You sure we can’t send it back?“

"No,” Stiles grumbles discontentedly, and straightens as his father steps into the room. He cradles the baby protectively to his chest; even if the thing’s weird as hell, it’s still his. “Whoa, Dad, before you pull out your gun and shoot the baby, I can promise you, with about ninety-percent certainty, that I did not give birth to a cave beast, even though it may look that way. And maybe this is our fault because Derek’s so fricken possessive of his jizz and refused to use a surrogate so we had to resort to black magic and give me a magical womb - so actually this is Derek’s fault, really - this is your grandson. Probably. We’re not too clear on the gender right now.“

The sheriff sighs, as he so often does when confronted with his son’s verbal onslaught, and holds out his hands, a silent give me the child. Stiles puckers his mouth and hands over his son and watches the sheriff’s face cycle through several emotions, ending, bewilderingly, on happiness.

"He’s beautiful," his father croons, and Stiles looks over, bewildered, at Derek, who mouths He’s not lying. He looks just as perplexed as Stiles. 

"Just wait until Melissa sees him,” the sheriff says cheerfully, pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture.

“Yeah,” Stiles agrees slowly. He’s already regretting having shown his father how to use the camera on his phone. “Just wait.“

THIS IS THEIR COME TO JESUS MOMENT.

They name it Herald. It was supposed to be Harold, after Derek’s grandfather, who Derek says was a weird old man and Stiles says that’s fitting, then, but Stiles was asleep when it came time to fill out the birth certificate and Derek couldn’t remember how to spell Harold, so he sounded it out. 

So their kid’s name is Herald, but mostly they call him It. They don’t tell him it’s because they didn’t even know if he was human when he was born because he may be a little weirdo, but he’s their little weirdo, and they don’t want to stunt his mental health. Stiles almost tells him it’s because they loved The Addams Family, but then he thinks about how Cousin It was a weird thing covered in hair and maybe that’s not a great comparison. 

It creeps them out. He is unnaturally silent, always with this bucktoothed little smile on his face that makes Stiles sure that he and Derek are going to be killed in their sleep. Stiles distinctly remembers playing hide and seek with him when he was young, Stiles and Derek crammed together in a cupboard and Derek mumbled, "I can’t hear his fucking heart,” and then It’s creepy little eye was pressed up to the crack in the door like the killer in a slasher fic and Stiles screamed like a little girl. 

Still, they’re sad when he grows up and heads off to college. He’s still creepy; he’s got bad skin and his heavy eyebrows almost touch in the middle, but they kiss him on the forehead and say “We’ll miss you!” which is probably true. And when he drives off into the battered Jeep, Stiles says to Derek, “I think we just unleashed a hellion unto the world,” and Derek says, “Too late now.” And Stiles does miss him, up until a few days later when he goes to clean It’s room and finds a box of desiccated frog corpses under his bed. 

They don’t hear from It that often, which isn’t unusual, nor unexpected. One time they lost him for a few days and Stiles found him sitting in the attic, perfectly still. He said he’d been counting heartbeats and neither of them really wanted to ask whose. Still, they miss him. Probably.

One morning Stiles goes downstairs and there’s a stranger standing in the living room. It’s near Christmas and he has a vague idea that It should be coming home soon, but he is not prepared for the sight of a handsome young man standing next to the Christmas tree. Stiles screams. 

“That’s It,” Derek says from behind him. 

The panic attack starts to set in when Derek says "Don't worry, we don't have to... you know"

"We don't?" Stiles said, relieved but a little sad. He just messed up his chance to make out with Derek.

"I know something else we can do."

A few minutes later, the others are starting to wonder how it's going. They sneak over to the wardrobe to see if they can hear what's going on.

"It's not going to fit," they hear Derek say.

"It will," Stiles replies. "See?"

"Wow, you're really good at this."

I know so little 😭 literally a handful of fics I've talked everyone's ears off (also maybe you'll like this post)

When All the Pieces Fit by NARKOTIKA

"Does he even realize? With the cooking and cleaning andandand—now this fucking baby?" Isaac fumes. Said baby waves its fist in the air, and Stiles bends to haul him onto a hip. The baby babbles something and Stiles nods his head with complete seriousness, as if everything out of its mouth is perfectly sensible and coherent. Then the kid starts mouthing at Stiles' nipple through his dress and everyone goes dead silent. "I'm going to wife him so hard," Ethan announces, and they all break out into argument over who has the best chance at mating the boy in the river.

The Biggest What-If by NARKOTIKA

“Where I come from, electricity would be called magic,” Stiles says during Sunday dinner. “Yeah,” Jackson says, “but where we come from, we have lights at night.” “We do, too.” Stiles reaches for his sixth bread roll. “They are called stars and they are quite romantic.” -0- Or the one where Stiles is magically transported from Ancient Rome to the modern day and Derek ends up falling more than a little bit in love.

Derek stops in his tracks and watches as Stiles sings loudly in a very off-key tone, shaking his ass and dancing around in his boxers, and he just bursts out laughing. He couldn't control it. A full-on belly laugh. Stiles screams at the sudden sound and turns around to see Derek almost falling on the ground because he couldn't control laughing, and he is shocked. He is humiliated, too. But the shock of seeing Derek laugh so openly, and the way he looks years younger and so free, kind of takes Stiles' breath away.

Eli: How old were you when Peter turned Scott?

Derek: A lot older than you. Stop stalling and go do your homework.

Isaac: How old were you, really?

Stiles: (The only one that knows Derek's actual age after looking through police reports, besides Peter) Dude, this is about to be good. Someone get me some popcorn.

Boyd: Let the kid do his homework.

Erica: (Already texting Stiles and he only gave her a smirk in answer) You know, I think Eli would love to hear about that time we lost him in the woods for three hours.

Derek: (Gritting his teeth together but too tired to even argue) Fine.

Derek: (Rubbing his forehead as they all stare at him and Stiles has an annoying fun glint on his eyes) I was...

Erica: Just spill out, old man.

Derek: I was nineteen.

The whole pack: *silence*

Erica: We should not have been listening to your ass.

Boyd, Stiles, Isaac and Eli: *nodding together*