The pack: *look three inches to Stiles’s left where Derek has been sitting the whole time, reading a book*

Stiles: *turns to look at Derek* You don’t know, do you?

Derek: (not looking up from his book) Nope.

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asdfghjkl I don't know what's sweeter, the idea of Derek looking after a drunken passed out stranger because he doesn't want anything to happen to him, or the guy in the video gently stroking her hair and giving her a little kiss on the head as she sleeps.

Practically a year later and here it is! 

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“You’re cute when you’re angry.”Derek blinks, taken aback. 

“Are you flirting with me?”

Stiles throws his head back and laughs. “What if I am? You won’t do anything about it. I mean, you’ve got Braeden anyways. You’re not into guys.”

“What?” Derek has to remember that Stiles is completely wasted right now. In frustration, he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. “Let’s just get you home.”

“Not gonna take me to your place?” Derek internally groans when Stiles drapes himself against him. He wraps his arm around the younger man and leads him to the camaro.

“I don’t think your father would approve,” Derek mutters.

“I’m eighteen and graduated. He won’t care.”

“He’s the sheriff. I’m pretty sure he’d care considering you and all your friends trashed the mayor’s house.”

Stiles giggles. “We did, didn’t we?”

Derek rolls his eyes, then helps Stiles into the passenger seat. “Don’t puke in the car.” He shuts the door and then walks around to the other side, sliding behind the wheel. “You have a key to your place, right?”

Stiles pats his pants. “Oh… I must’ve left them on my desk at home…” With a sigh, Derek heads toward his own place. 

The road is dimly lit, the sun having gone down hours ago. His headlights stream ahead and Derek focuses on that. His nostrils flare each time Stiles shifts, the raw stench of alcohol and sweat permeating the air. Not able to take much more of it, he rolls the windows down slightly.

“Why are you so good t’me?” Stiles slurs.

Derek glances over to see the human looking over at him, head resting back against the seat. “Someone has to look after you. You’re gonna kill yourself some day.”

Stiles frowns. “M’n idiot…”

“What?”

“Me. Idiot.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I got that. Why are you calling yourself an idiot, though?”

“M’spose to go off to college this fall, but m’dad doesn’t think I’m ready for it. He thinks I’m too ‘immature’ for it. And apparently, so do you. Which sucks.”

As Derek pulls up to his loft, he frowns. “Stiles, my opinion doesn’t matter. Nor does your father’s. It’s your decision.”

“No.” Stiles thumps his head against the headrest and sighs. “It does matter. Your opinion.”

The werewolf parks and looks at Stiles curiously, brow furrowed. “Why?”

Stiles looks back at him, his gaze unfocused, but determined. “Because I love you.” He winces and rolls his head away. “M’so gonna regret that in the morning.” And then promptly passes out.

Derek stares at the human seated beside him in disbelief. He knew Stiles had feelings for someone, but he had no idea they were for him. Whenever he noticed the flutter of Stiles’s heartbeat or the faint smell of arousal, they were always around other people. Or maybe Stiles is just drunk and doesn’t know what he’s saying.

Set somehere around season 2-ish? pre season 3a? Somewhere around that time. 

Stiles and Scott go out clubbing and get a little in over their heads -- derek to the rescue!

let me know if you want me to continue this siliness xD

Derek Hale hates Stiles' guts. Stiles knows because Derek is always glaring at him at school.

During an unofficial work party, Stiles gets drunk and somehow winds up talking with Derek.

Some gooddad!Sheriff with Sterek. -Letta

One-In-Four by redhoodedwolf

(1/1 | 1,084 | General)

“He said he was looking up random facts and stuff and read that one in four people are gay. That means at least one person in my friend group is gay, statistically.”The sheriff’s eyes narrowed slightly, not sure where Stiles was going with this. “I hope it’s Derek,” Stiles continued, voice soft and almost wistful. “Because Derek’s cute."

Ignite a spark by Nival_Vixen

(1/1 | 1,694 | Teen)

Stiles has an ability that he's hidden from everyone. At first, it was to keep it his little secret because he didn't think anyone would react well to the things he could do, and it kinda made him feel like he was in Harry Potter. Then, when he was older, Scott was bitten and werewolves happened, and there never really seemed to be a good time to mention his little ability. Later, after he learned the truth about Kate and the Hales, Stiles felt sick to his stomach and couldn't tell anyone, especially not with Derek in hearing distance. He couldn't bring himself to use his ability, pushing it as far down inside of himself as possible and trying to avoid it like an unwanted situation. That's when the nogitsune possessed him, and for a long time afterwards, Stiles didn't trust himself to try to use his ability again. All in all, it's almost six years after Scott was bitten before Stiles can bring himself to use his ability again, and when he does, it's accidental.

King Arthur Flour by thegirlnamedcove

(1/1 | 1,811 | General)

“The point of the assignment is to show you how stressful it can be to have to cart a baby around. Maybe make you think twice about skipping the condoms when the need arises. I want that lesson to stick, so you’re bringing that bag of flour with you.”

Yup. Dad was using his sheriff voice. He'd be taking the flour.

dinner dates and holidays (and he still comes in through the window) by quietlyintoemptyspaces

(1/1 | 2,113 | Teen)

John should have a talk with Derek. Without handcuffs and the threat of impending imprisonment.

The Old Legends by thegirlnamedcove

(1/1 | 3,180 | General)

“Is…something wrong?”

Derek gave a half nod again, and whined high in his throat. Stiles groaned as his legs gave out and he sank to the edge of the bed. There were a lot of possibilities, sure, but he already knew which one it was.

“You can’t shift. You ran into those motherfucking faeries, didn’t you?”

Derek huffed in assent and pushed his head into Stiles’ shins. He dropped a hand to his friend’s head and stroked through the fur absentmindedly and tried not to panic.

drunken texts (though not what you'd expect) by PrincezzShell101

(3/3 | 3,240 | General)

Stiles is drunk, Derek is pining and John didn't sign up for any of this shit.

To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar by FaeryQueen07

(1/1 | 5,241 | Explicit)

(708): This is worse than naked and afraid. This is drunk and confused. (409): Fuck baseball, getting drunk and playing with kittens is the REAL national pastime. When Doctor Deaton calls Scott to come pick Stiles up, he’s not really sure what to expect.

Stiles was supposed to be over at Derek’s watching the ball game and pretending not to be in love with him, not here doing whatever the hell it is he’s doing.

He slowly pushes the back door open and sees Stiles on the floor with about seven cats on top of him, petting them and cooing into their soft fur.