#oblivious!stiles

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Hi @vegetablesarefuntables! This is actually one of my favs.

all you're giving me is friction by drunktuesdays

(1/1 I 4,707 I Mature I Sterek)

Sure! You could also try the enemies to lovers tag.

Landslide by reillyblack | 25.5K | Mature

Beautiful? Check. Dismissive? Check. Hated him? Double check.

Stiles was doomed to develop a crush of epic proportions.

The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me (Is You) by distortedreality | 17.9K | Explicit

Derek is fairly certain the new kid is either an incubus or a witch. Turns out he’s actually his mate. Stiles is 98% certain the brooding guy in the leather jacket is fantasizing about stringing him up by his intestines. Turns out he’s also wrong.

A Wild Heart's Desire by mikkimouse | 13.4K

If there's one thing Stiles Stilinski knows, it's that Deputy Derek Hale absolutely Does Not Like him. The only reason Derek even tolerates him is because their kids are worryingly codependent.

So Stiles is understandably confused when a very feral Derek shows up in his backyard after a call gone wrong and proceeds to move in with him.

Between the Drinks and Subtle Things by yodasyoyo | 4.4K

He holds up his free hand, eyes still closed. “One second,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m just taking a moment to mourn the fact that we could have been fucking since–” He cracks open an eye and glares at Derek.

“Freshman year,” Derek supplies. “I’ve pretty much had the biggest crush on you since our freshman year.”

erroneous manoeuvres by slippingfromreality | 5.3K

“Hey, Stilinski!”

Stiles clenches his teeth. “What do you want, Hale?” he shouts back, not bothering to turn around. The smug smirk that’s most likely waiting for him is already seared into his mind from overexposure.

“A date!” the answer comes, still as loud, and most of the bystanders giggle or snort in Stiles’ direction.

Stiles rolls his eyes. This is the third time this week. He’d complain that Hale’s jokes are getting pretty stale, but he’d probably be milking this situation for all that it’s worth, too, if their roles were reversed. “Wrong aisle,” he grouses back, “try the bakery section. I hear they have fresh tarts.”

Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain | 17.6K

“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."

"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

Broken Nose | 3K

Stiles is convinced that Jock-y Derek Hale hates him. It takes an accidental injury at the beach to turn that all upside down.

Laying Groundwork by 10.9K | Explicit

The one where Scott and Stiles go clubbing and there's this broody Bouncer out to get Stiles-

no archive warnings apply

relationships: Derek/Stiles

tags: oblivious!Stiles, like so oblivious it's painful, misunderstandings, humor, crack, fluff, angst, didn't know they were dating, jabs at Derek's B&E tendencies, alpha werewolf!Derek

summary:

See, Derek’s found a new -- albeit unconventional -- way of achieving temporary reprieve from Stiles’ chatter. It’s the one where you shut the person up by kissing them. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Stiles certainly hasn’t.

word count: 3128 (2 chapters)

post date: September 25th, 2021 (ch. 1); September 27th (ch. 2)

“Stiles, I’m serious, I need a favour.”

“That sounds like a trap,” Stiles Stilinski muttered sleepily into both his pillows. “You know,” he continued when the man in his room made no move to leave, “you’d think I’d be used to this. My dad, coming into my room, smacking my ass to get me out of bed, waking me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“It’s almost one.”

“—waking me up at the ass crack of one,” Stiles continued without missing a beat, “and asking for a favour. Given my life growing up with you, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. I think the reason this hits so hard now is that I specifically bought my own apartment so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“Stiles, it’s almost one.”

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Title: Steady Me Now (You Are My Anchor) Chapter: 1/1 Fandom: Sterek/Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles/Derek Rating: GA Word Count: 1550 Excerpt:

Cora had thrusted the VIP pass in his face the second he walked into the cafe and Stiles hadn’t been able to say anything other than "Yes, Cora, I’ll be there."

It’s not like it was a hardship to come see Alphas perform, especially with VIP passes which gave him access to the best spots in the crowd and backstage. Besides, he had grown accustomed to Cora’s … rough ways.

Cora Hale was the owner of Wolf’s Den, the greatest bakery in the entire world (though Stiles might be a bit biased) where his dad was absolutely NOT allowed, ever. She was the youngest of the Hale siblings and had been Stiles’ friends ever since he allowed her to use the green crayon in kindergarten.

Laura and Derek, her two older siblings, were rockstars. Literally. Well… They weren’t The Stones nor Nirvana, but "Alphas” was a pretty well known rock band amongst fans of the genre and they had been touring the United States with Erica, Boyd and Isaac since they were 18. They’d even done a couple of international tours. Stiles was trying very hard not to fangirl over them too much - especially since he had been their very first fan -.

"You HAVE to be there tonight, okay?" Cora had said.

Stiles had been half tempted to tell her he already had plans - he didn’t, but she didn’t need to know that - but something about her expression had convinced him to stay serious.

Oooh. This was kind of a hard one to get through. I don’t feel like I conveyed the feeling I wanted to. I also can’t find the words to finish it off, but I hope you like where I started it. Thanks for the prompt bb!!

Stiles is about to seal the deal with some hot guy at the bar (is it bad that he can’t remember the guy’s name?), when said guy kind of clams up and keeps glancing over Stiles’ shoulder. He glances over his shoulder, having to do a double take.

Of course. Of course Derek just has to be standing right behind him. Looking insanely….edible in his leather jacket and tight-fitting henley, the top of his chest hair just barely peaking out at the top. Fucking of course.

Stiles barely acknowledges him before turning back to his potential fuck, hoping to double his charm to try to overpower Derek’s presence. Because let’s be honest, who would ever choose Stiles over Derek? Stiles wouldn’t even choose Stiles over Derek.

Except...except he doesn’t look distracted in the way Stiles always feels around Derek, he looks...nervous, almost scared.

Yet, when Stiles glances back at Derek, he’s conveniently looking the other way, waving down the bartender. Stiles’ eyes narrow.

“We should get out of here,” Stiles says in what he hopes is an effective come-on voice. He bites his lip and scans his eyes up and down the dude’s body, attempting to seal the deal.

The dude looks seconds away from agreeing, when Stiles hears Derek all but growl in his ear. He can’t see whatever Derek is communicating with those deathly eyebrows of his, but the next moment potential-fuck is scrabbling away with some mumbled excuse Stiles can’t even make out.

Stiles spins of his heel and shoves at Derek’s chest. Which does absolutely nothing, of course, but he’s not just going to sit around and let Derek ruin his chances of getting laid.

“Derek, what the hell is your problem?” he hisses, trying his best to convey his anger through his glare, which is probably doing nothing to Derek, but whatever.

Derek’s staring at him like he’s just barely holding back his words, and for a moment Stiles thinks he’s actually going to give him a straight answer. “Nothing. I...it’s nothing.”

Yeah, direct communication isn’t really Derek’s style.

“Then can you please back the hell off? I know some of us can just walk in a room and have people throw themselves down at our feet, but it doesn’t exactly work that way for me.”

Normal. A word with meaning akin to water, slipping right through his fingertips. Elusive in the long-term; a flickering understanding he accepts and loses track of in a passing moment.

Normal had never, ever seemed an applicable term to a life ridden with werewolves.