Noah

Snarky Snape being miffed that Granger shows up way more prepared to be a Professor than he was.

Hermione lowkey annoyed that Snape didn't warn her not to go to the weekly poker night that Sprout puts on.

Them sitting next to each other at the head table during sorting and whispering one word predictions to the sorting and communicating with eyes and eyebrows.

People thinking they hate each other because they are constantly bickering but both of them find it fun and invigorating when they have to deal with dunderheads all day.

Snape seeking out Hermione when weird women hit on him.

Hermione complaining to Severus about her attempts at dating and he's her very sarcastic voice of reason.

Competitive as hell about test score averages.

Competitive as hell about house points.

Snape finding out Hermione doesn't like quidditch because she hates flying and him holding it over her as the one thing she can never excel at.

Hermione finding out Snape's actual stance on bullies when he punishes slytherins for bullying a gryffindor.

Discreetly handing hangover potions to each other.

Dumping detentions they don't want to over see on the other.

Snarky Snape being miffed that Granger shows up way more prepared to be a Professor than he was.

Hermione lowkey annoyed that Snape didn't warn her not to go to the weekly poker night that Sprout puts on.

Them sitting next to each other at the head table during sorting and whispering one word predictions to the sorting and communicating with eyes and eyebrows.

People thinking they hate each other because they are constantly bickering but both of them find it fun and invigorating when they have to deal with dunderheads all day.

Snape seeking out Hermione when weird women hit on him.

Hermione complaining to Severus about her attempts at dating and he's her very sarcastic voice of reason.

Competitive as hell about test score averages.

Competitive as hell about house points.

Snape finding out Hermione doesn't like quidditch because she hates flying and him holding it over her as the one thing she can never excel at.

Hermione finding out Snape's actual stance on bullies when he punishes slytherins for bullying a gryffindor.

Discreetly handing hangover potions to each other.

Dumping detentions they don't want to over see on the other.

It’s just natural to him. A hand on Remus’s shoulder when he laughs. Leaning against him in the common room. Tugging on the sleeve of Remus’s jumper when he wants his attention. Resting his head on Remus’s knee when they’re studying on the floor.

Remus never reacts to it. Never pushes him away.

Then one day Marlene walks past them in the library and just goes, “Do you two realize you’re practically sitting on top of each other?”

Sirius freezes. Remus blinks.

Sirius immediately pulls away like he’s been burned and spends the next ten minutes aggressively pretending to read.

Remus lasts exactly three minutes before nudging Sirius’s shoulder with his own and quietly saying, “You can sit back, you know.”

Sirius does.

*

When Stiles finally stumbles into the kitchen in the morning, he smells so content as Derek greets him with a smooch and a not at all subtle scenting. He hardly notices when Derek gives him a small glass of water along with three small pills.

Stiles quietly pops the pills into his mouth before downing it with the water. He then starts his morning routine of making his coffee. Derek presses a kiss to his temple on his way to the fridge.

*

Lydia is sitting cross legged on the couch in the pack house as she watches Stiles pace back and forth, ranting about the newest big bad in town. She takes small notes on her phone as Stiles is talking before catching Derek entering the living room with a Gatorade. He stops Stiles on his march past him and hands him a pill and the Gatorade.

Lydia’s eyebrows shoots up as Stiles pauses, tosses the pill into his mouth then chases it with a swig of Gatorade. Derek chuckles softly to himself when Stiles dramatically smacks a kiss on his lips before spinning away to continue his tangent.

Lydia watches as Derek turns and disappears down the hall. She turns and stares at Stiles.

“What was that?”

Stiles stutters to a stop, looks at her confused.

“What was what?”

Lydia rolls her eyes to the ceiling. “What did Derek just give you?”

“Oh!” Stiles fidgets with an embarrassed laugh, “he always tells me he can smell when I’m getting anxious so he tries to give me my anxiety meds before it gets out of control.”

Lydia blinks at him, “oh, that’s very sweet.” Stiles grins bashfully, “Derek is always taking care of me like that.”

He hums softly to himself before admitting, “he’s very sweet to me.” A blush has started to creep across his cheeks.

*

“Stiles, I said I would drive you to the station, not wait 22 business days for you to get in the damn car.” Noah sighs exasperated at his son.

Stiles is fluttering around the house as he gets his stuff together. Noah watches from the front door as Stiles hops around trying to get shoe on.

“I’m going,” Stiles whined, “I accidentally slept in!” He finally ties his shoes and starts to pat himself down.

“Wallet…phone…” he mumbles, spinning around, “okay, I think I’m good now.” He holds his arms up in a ‘ta-da!’ fashion. Noah huffs out a laugh.

“Come on kid, you’re making me late.”

“Deeeeerek!” Stiles calls on his way to the door, “I’m leaving with dad!”

“No, you’re not.” Stiles stumbles to a stop, “wha-“

Noah watches amused as Derek gives Stiles a water bottle and waits for Stiles to hold a hand up before giving him three piles from his cupped hand.

“Your dad doesn’t need you ADHDing at the station at 7am,” Derek smirked at Stiles offended look, “I’ll see you later tonight.” He kisses Stiles softly, cupping the back of his neck. Stiles hums contently to himself as Derek wanders back to the kitchen.

Noah opens the door as Stiles downs his pills. “He’s good to you.” He notes softly.

Remus being an absolute mess of limbs leaning over Regulus' shoulder to read somthing he's holding.

James up standing on the toes to lean over Remus to see what he's reading.

Day 1

White Picket Fence by lilmissdaydreamer - (Rating: G, Words: 1,307)

Derek never imagined he’d make it here. Sure, he had always hoped that he would make it to some version of happiness, but even in his wildest dreams he never thought he could have it all. True happiness. A family. Love.

i can't take it that boy drives me so damn crazy by asexualclassicist - (Rating:Explicit, Words: 4,072)

“I’m… afraid.” Stiles cocked his head in confusion.

“Afraid? But why?” Derek let out a dry laugh, no humour in his eyes.

“Because so far people have always run away as soon as they realise it’s too much.” Stiles sat there in silence until the meaning behind the words finally filtered through.

“You mean,” he swallowed around the massive lump that had suddenly formed in his throat at the thought of – “you’re big?”

or Stiles has had enough and would really love to get fucked by his boyfriend

or the tale of Stiles Stilinski’s size kink

Quiet the Voices in My Head by In_Over_My_Head - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 17,611)

“Oh um, am I not allowed?” Pushing his glasses up on his nose, he turned and got his first real look at the basketball player. What he saw made him almost fall out of his chair. Holy fucking shitballs this dude was super hot and super pissed.

“It’s a closed practice.” Dark, thick eyebrows pulled down into a V above his nose turning his scowl into something slightly murderous, but somehow still gorgeous. Holy Ted Bundy, what was happening to him?

“Oh, ok well I can go, let me just get my stuff together here.” Stiles started stuffing his books back into his bag, “You know if you don’t want people in here maybe you should lock the door. I mean I’ve been here for a while, and no one noticed me at first.”

“Exactly how are the players supposed to get in and out if we lock the door?” The angry look had adjusted itself to an are you stupid look. Stiles took a second to be just a little angry that neither of those expressions distracted from his insanely attractive face. How was that even remotely fair?

Make It Hurt by ToastMaloneIII - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 854)

Derek feels the sting of tears again. Stiles wants him to say it. He wants Derek to admit that he asked for this, that he likes when it hurts.

The Wedding Planner: A Sterek Retelling by Arver7 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 32,417)

This is The Wedding Planner AU no one asked for; sprinkle some angst, some miscommunication, and a surprise heat...and well, a recipe for a Sterek romcom.

Everglow by HisBeloved - (Rating: Mature, Words: 15,258)

Stiles' spark awakens upon seeing Derek being attacked by a basilisk. After miraculously healing Derek (warning for graphic descriptions of gore and severe, life-threatening injury) and bringing Scott back to life, Stiles vows to finally tell Derek how he feels.

The Time Capsule by Warlock_Nerd - (Rating: G, Words: 5,416)

While walking on the Hale territory, Stiles trips and falls over something sticking out of the ground. It's a box.  He takes it home and goes through it only to discover that it's not just any old box... but a time capsule made by Derek and his siblings a year before the fire. Inside are letters and photos and more.  What happens when Stiles shows Derek the capsule?  What reaction could Derek have when seeing the only thing that survived the fire that killed his family? 

Emotional and Sad yet Hopeful and Love. :3 

(Also - Warning - All the Hale's are made up except for Derek, Laura and Talia. The rest are original character so read it as a AU. Thanx :3

made of you by quackquackcey - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,217)

Stiles struggles with the aftermath of the events in season 5, but when everyone forgets him after he's taken by the Ghost Riders, Derek calls his name.

Why is it that even in the darkness, Derek always sees him? And why is it that despite Derek's intentions to stay away, he can't help but stay by Stiles' side? 𖤓☾

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"You're all I've wanted," he breathed more than spoke, the confession cracking his voice, "for a long, long time."

Wish On A Star (A Candle Works Too) by inhystereks - (Rating: G, Words: 1,403)

Bittersweet.

That was the best way to describe this birthday.

Stiles was turning 17 and nothing was like he thought it would be when he got to this age. He could imagine that a lot of people thought that, but he doubted that very many people felt it as deeply as he did. Stiles wondered how he would feel next year, whether he’d still be surprised by the way his life was going or if things would have settled into a routine by then.

A Happy Accident by alikatastic  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,668)

Derek: "It’s not bickering."

Stiles: "It’s flirting with extra steps."

Isaac: chokes on his drink

They would both try to console each other and Barty would say, you know what, fuck them.

And Regulus would also go, Hell yeah, FUCK THEM.

And eventually they will, indeed, fuck them later that night.

But the it goes deeper because what I’m actually thinking about isn’t just gender envy. It’s this weird, kind of unspoken thing where soft, beautiful men seem to hit way harder than beautiful women do.