#drunk!derek

“Truth or dare?” Stiles asks Derek. They’re with the pack, but they have somehow separated off from the group.

“Dare,” Derek says, which is his go to answer because let’s be real, Derek admitting any hard truths about himself? Not gonna happen.

“Take two shots,” Stiles says (in the middle of this sentence i decided this was too good and i’m not drunk enough for this so i took a huge sip of my drink in case anyone was curious about my writing process).

Derek immediately takes two shots and only a few moments later, his shoulders look less tense. “Truth or dare?” Derek asks Stiles.

“Dare,” Stiles says.

“Kiss me,” Derek dares him, slurring his words a little.

“What?” Stiles asks.

“You heard me.”

i sure can

The Memory of a Melody by CelestialVoid (1/1 | 837 | G)

Derek had been drinking. His werewolf-nature prohibits him from getting obliterated but his senses are numb and the piano in the corner of the room looks inviting: the promise of a sweet memory.

The One With the Margaritas by mikkimouse (1/1 | 557 | PG13)

Derek gets drunk for the first time. Scott's the one who gets to babysit him through it.

operation: bro parenting by allhalethekings (1/1 | 2,762 | G)

“Dude, admit it,” Stiles slurs. “We’d be great parents!”

Derek nods empathetically. “We would be!”

Stiles looks at him with wide eyes. “We should totally adopt a baby!”

“We should adopt a baby!”

March To The Sea by Rachel_twentyone (1/1 | 28,280 | G)

"Oh Derek I can't wait to give a birthday blo-" he was cut of by something hitting his jeep, the force of the impact caused Stiles to swerve to side of the road hitting a lamppost causing Stiles to fly through the window, suddenly it was as if time became slower, he could hear Derek laughing and everyone happy singing and screaming, he could see the tiny pieces of glass flying around him and then he impacted with the floor.

He barely had time to let out a squawk of surprise before he was hitting he floor, everything went silence, he turned over his own body, he could see the dark sky and the stars shining, he felt dizzy and he began to see blurry spots in his vision, when he managed to focus his vision he saw his jeep a few meters away from him, it was on fire and it caused a big glow, he heard footsteps getting closer, he felt his phone in his hand and slowly he approached it to his ear.

Suspicious Minds by midnightcas (1/1 | 9,650 | R)

Prompt: How about Derek trying to keep a secret about proposing to Stiles but Stiles thinks that Derek is cheating on him.

Or

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Stiles whined at Derek, who was starfished in the middle of the bed, “Derek!”

“No room,” Derek muttered into the pillow that his face was buried in, “You have to sleep in the guest room.”

“Come on, let me sleep in my own bed,” Stiles said, pushing at Derek’s leg to no avail, once drunk Derek was in bed for the night there was no moving him, Stiles knew that. 

Derek just snored. Stiles rolled his eyes, but went and got Derek a big glass of water and 3 aspirin, set them on the nightstand, before he took Derek’s shoes off, kissed him on the forehead, and flicked the lights off. 

He was glad that he had put the sheets back on the guest room bed after his dad and Melissa had come to visit them last weekend. He shucked his jeans and shirt before he crawled into the smaller bed and quickly fell asleep. 

“Stiles,” Stiles woke with a start to the sound of Derek calling his name. There was soft yellow sunlight coming in through the windows as he slowly padded to the bedroom. Derek was still star fished on the bed, his jeans and button down still on. 

“Morning sunshine,” Stiles said, carding his fingers through Derek’s hair, “There’s water and aspirin right next to you, I would have made you drink it last night but you passed out.”

“Why weren’t you here,” Derek asked, rolling just enough to grab the water and pills.

“You walked into the house and said ‘I’m the king of the king bed’, and then took up the entire bed before telling me I was banished,” Stiles said with a laugh, kissing Derek on the forehead. “I’m going to go make you breakfast.”

“Even after I banished you?”

“Yeah, even after you banished me,” Stiles said, “Because I love you.”

“I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight aren’t I?” Derek asked with a moan, taking another sip of the water.

“Yep,” Stiles said, “But I still love you.”

“I love you too,” Derek said, then he flopped back onto the pillows and threw his arm over his eyes to block out the light from the window. “I’ll love you more if you give me bacon.”

“We’ll see, you might be banished from bacon,” Stiles called from the kitchen as he pulled the bacon out of the fridge and started on breakfast.  

drunk!stiles was updated so here’s some drunk der

Last Night I Dreamed of You by BadHidingSpot (1/1 | 869 | NR)

Stiles carries a drunk Derek home.

Right Kind of Wrong by Inell (1/1 | 4,665 | PG13)

Stiles answers a noise complaint on Christmas night, and he finds a drunk Derek Hale, who mistakes him for a stripper.

Can You Tell the Time? by Vyxyn (1/1 | 1,681 | PG13)

Derek comes home from an evening out with some pack members, and Stiles confronts him, and ends up seeing a side of Derek he'd never thought he'd see.

Or

What happens when someone spikes a werewolf's drink with wolfsbane.

The Text by ThineLostSock (1/1 | 773 | NR)

Derek gets a little past drunk. And grabs his phone.

If You're Interested by Sarcastictilltheend (1/1 | 1,665 | NR)

My friend, my friend. You have touched upon one of the things that I love the most in this world, and that is Derek Hale angrily drinking beer and PINING as he watches Stiles with someone else on the dance floor. Because at some point Stiles grew up and figured out how to move, and now he no longer dances like he’s doing the sprinkler (okay, so SOMETIMES he does but it’s endearing), but he MOVES SINUOUSLY. He just ROLLS his hips, his shoulders, his whole body moving perfectly to the beat and it looks like sex in midair.

Sex in midair that he is having with everyone but Derek, apparently.

Because Derek cannot get up and go to him, oh no. He can’t even make himself move. Because Stiles is happy and Stiles deserves better than someone like him. Even if Derek seethes with a new spike of envy every time someone else sidles up behind or in front of Stiles, slotting their body against his and just writhing together.

It’s awful.

One beer becomes two, which becomes four, and the next thing Derek knows he is miraculously on his way to drunk, and...wait, is that Stiles coming over?

Maybe Derek’s hallucinating from the alcohol.

But then Stiles wraps a hand around his wrist, and it’s warm and slightly sweaty from all the dancing. “Come dance with me, big guy.”

And really, after this much alcohol, Derek can’t deny Stiles. Or rather, he’s gotten to the point that he realizes he doesn’t WANT to deny him.

So he follows Stiles to the dance floor and Stiles just presses up against him, wrapping his arms around Derek’s neck and pulling their foreheads together. And Derek just kind of...forgets that there’s a dance floor, forgets that there’s people, forgets that there’s music, forgets that there’s anything but the heat of Stiles’s body and the thick smell of his sweat and arousal and the steady ba-bump ba-bump of his heartbeat.

Here you are @those-guys-on-that-one-show. I sorted them out into Catnipped, Drugged and Drunk. So you have a variety. Cheers! - Anastasia

Catnipped!Derek

Spell Sham by hazelNuts

(1/1 I 814 I General I Sterek I Cursed!Derek)

Derek is hit with a spell by a witch and it seems mostly benign, except he acts like its catnip for werewolves and generally clings to stiles and admits things he usually wouldn’t. Bonus points if he traps stiles into cuddling with him and stiles trying to escape the cuddly octopus that is Derek and making lots of squawking noises when Derek flops on top of him. extra points if the pack thinks it’s hilarious and refuses to free stiles"

Ginger, snaps (the werewolf) by im_not_a_lizard

(1/1 I 1,858 I Mature I Sterek I Mild DubCon)

Stiles is like cooking or baking and gets spices on him. Turns out some normal kitchen spice (cinnamon, ginger, cloves, whatever) is like catnip to werewolves. Cue Derek and/or Scott acting like cats with a pile of catnip all over Stiles.

Under a Pitch Black Sky by vampireisthenewblack

(1/1 I 3,202 I Explicit I Sterek I Sex Pollen)

Stiles is standing naked in the middle of the woods on a new moon because the pack needs to forge a union between werewolf and human.

Drugged!Derek

This tumblr fic.

Drugged by hushlittlewolf

(1/1 I 1,835 I Teen I Sterek)

“He’s fine,” Deaton says a moment later. “The cure has a weird side-effect with certain types of wolfsbane. Right now, he’s kind of…”

“Drugged?” Isaac supplies. He sounds delighted.

Deaton nods. “You could put it like that.”

OR

(The one where Derek gets drugged by wolfsbane and is really out of it, forgets who Stiles is, and falls in love with him all over again.)

Your Hands on Me by Emela

(1/1 I 2,018 I Teen I Sterek I Belly Rubs)

“Can you rub my belly?” he asked seriously. “Excuse me?” Stiles’ eyes widened. “Can you rub my belly,” he said again, face still serious. “But maybe without making any dog jokes? I just…I feel like I need it and…and I don’t want to ask anyone else.”

OR

The one where Derek gets drugged and just wants Stiles to touch him.

All Is Fair In Drug and Love. by TimeWindow

(1/1 I 2,022 I General I Sterek I Established Relationship)

Stiles and Derek have this whole Valentine’s Day thing down. Some candles, some chocolate covered strawberries, some champagne and a nice warm bath together.But a pre-gift seem to have gotten in the way, causing Derek to be loopy… or maybe Valentine’s Day is not completely ruined.

Don’t Run by Kindred

(2/2 I 3,359 I Mature I Sterek I Mpreg)

A hunter with the cockiness of Flashheart (Blackadder) shots Derek with a untested dart and well things go from there.

Stiles turns out to be a bit more special than very one thought.

Drunk!Derek

Pain killers and sleepovers by Alenacantfly

(1/1 I 509 I General I Sterek I Fluff)

You are pretty cute”, Derek slurred.

“Yeah, I-” Stiles blinked, the meaning of Derek’s words catching up with him. “What?”

Derek cocked his head to the side. “I think it’s your eyes. They are so brown. No. So golden. No, I mean-”

“What did you give him?”

Scott shrugged. “Deaton said that it was just like pain killers. But for werewolves.”

Forgive My Sins by alpha_libsx

(1/1 I 1,325 I Explicit I Sterek I Confessions)

Stiles sneaks out to get a drink at a new bar.There he runs into a drunk Derek.

Kicking Ass And Taking Names by beekayem

(1/1 I 1,353 I Teen I Sterek I BAMF!Stiles)

Stiles watched in mild horror as Derek let the man swing at him over and over and over again. His face was a mess and it was disconcerting to watch as it grew only worse rather than healing. The guy beating the shit out of him wasn’t much bigger than Derek himself. His expression was smug as he tossed the alpha to the floor, “Next time try to pick a fight with someone you actually have a chance against.” which really? Any other day. Any other night and Derek would have wiped the floor with that guy.

Bars On The Weekend (Talk To Me Sober) by acertaininsomniac

(¾ I 2,244 I Teen I Sterek I Alive Hale Family)

“Once is an incident. Twice is a coincidence. Thrice is a pattern.” Stiles believed this wholeheartedly.

Or…

…Five Three Times Derek Was Drunk And One Time He Was Sober…

Also…

…The one where the ‘love confession’ is concealed in Buffy the Vampire Slayer references.

Shadows On The Walls by AlphaEon

(7/? I 6,615 I Mature I Sterek I Alcoholic!Derek)

“Derek….why isyour hand on my ass?” Stiles’ eyes widen, trying to swallow down a small whineas he looks around the club. 

Derek tends to get a little…possessive overhim at times. Not in a romantic way- although Stiles desperately wishes- but in a back-off-this-is-my-human kind ofway. Apparently Stiles’ 18 year oldhormones, combined with his budding spark, means he’s now some kind of werewolfcock tease. Kind of like a siren, but forwerewolves, Deaton had said, and wasn’t that just what Stiles had wanted to hear from hisslightly shifty neighbourhood vet. 

Yup, apparentlyStiles Stilinski actually do got a booty and apparently all the localweres want a piece of it. It’s flattering, most of the time. Until it’s not.Stiles can usually take care of himself, but he can’t go around carrying histrusty bat with him all the time, and he’s still got a lot to learn aboutprotection spells before he can actually do one.

And so, enter Derek,who, for some unknown, slightly painful to Stiles’ long suffering crush on himand his eyebrows reason, is totallycool with playing the part of Stiles’ pretend boyfriend when they go out. 

(The fact that Derek even goes out with Stiles at all is baffling in itself, buthey, Stiles isn’t going to question a good thing. If Derek gets something outof watching him get his groove on he ain’tgonna ask no questions.)

Usually, Derek just growls a lot when Stiles’hormones, siren song, whatever, starts triggering overzealous reactions inpeople, sometimes pulling him wonderfully close and scentinghim, just a little. (Stiles is super proud of himself for not whimpering duringthese moments. He deserves medals, or, at the very least, milkshakes. The good cholesterolkilling kind he never lets his dad have.) Never though, never has Derek touched his ass.

Stiles isn’t toosure how he feels about it. Should he back up into it? Is Derek trying toinitiate something? Shit, maybe he hit his head andhe’s dreaming. It wouldn’t be the first time Stiles has dreamt about Derekgroping him in public. (Shut up, he has an exhibitionist kink okay? It’snormal. Erica said so.)

“Shhh, Stiles, justlet it happen,” Derek…giggles?

Swinging around, Stiles’eyes widen even further, a surprised laugh catching in his throat. “Are you…areyou drunk?”

Derek never gets drunk. Ever.

“I don’t know,”Derek frowns, eyebrows pulling down adorably. “What is drunk supposed to feellike?” He looks up then, face completely earnest, and Stiles’ heart kind ofstops. Not even Scott manages to pull of thatpuppy level of cute.

Stiles has caughtglimpses of Derek’s softer side before. He rarely lets people see it, but it’sthere, and Stiles wants nothing more than to find ways to coax it out of himfor the rest of his life.

(He’ll admit, he’sin pretty deep.)

“It’s different foreveryone,” he finally manages to get out, licking his lips, unable to help it, breathstuttering as he watches Derek track the movement. “How do you, uh, feel?”

“Wrong,” Derek…Derekactually pouts. Oh my god. “I like itwhen I can touch you, makes me feel safe, and I’m not touching you. So I feel…unsafe.”Derek’s frown deepens, like he’s a little confused by his own words, but thenhe’s looking at Stiles in that way hesometimes does when he’s struggling with something, like Stiles is the onlyperson in the whole world who understands him. It takes Stiles’ breath awayevery time, that trust, and even now it takes him a few moments to recollecthimself, to focus on what Derek is saying.