#solutude

"Solitude," 1928 by Granville Redmond (1871-1935)

I love Bby!Derek!! In his defense being a teenage werewolf is hard! This post may have gotten away from me, hopefully it's weird enough. 😉

Weave Soft Spells Over My Sight by AgnesBlue | 51.4K

Derek had blossomed steadily over the past year, growing into his ears and turning even more handsome, if that were possible. But instead of going out and melting the panties off the girls, suddenly he was coming to Stiles all bashed in, demanding that he patch him up like Stiles was some freelance nurse. It was a familiar pattern by now.

Mischief Inc. by MereLoup | 17.2K

Stiles has a thing for the hot teenager who keeps coming into his tattoo shop.

Multidisciplinary Studies by DevilDoll | 51.3K

Stiles is a slightly-older-and-very-sexy librarian and Derek has a thirst for knowledge.

The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob | 47.8K

In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job.

In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard.

Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy | 52.2K | Explicit

Stiles can't remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he's there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

I Want To Say Yes, Sir | 8.8K | Explicit

“I’ve got a 17 year old boy in the back of my car and I’m running him up to the station.” His dad sighs.

“Oooo is he cute?” Stiles asks jokingly.

Stiles can practically hear his Dad’s eye roll. He can hear the Sheriff shift as he turns around to look at the boy in the back. “Hey my son wants to know if you’re cute.”

He hears the boy on the other end go after a second of hesitation, “I want to say yes, sir.”

His Dad just cracks up laughing.

One Dollar Yoda by exclamation | 10.7K | Mature

Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he’s been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It’s gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn’t wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them.

When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing.

This Time With Feeling by Crimson1 | 36.1K | Explicit

"Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it." In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back. Eventual slash and smut, set post season 2, semi-AU.

I stopped believing in happy endings by otatop | 8.5K

Derek was prepared to have his heart broken for just one evening with Stiles. He knew what he was getting himself into

(He had no idea what he was getting himself into)

It’s Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles | 11K

“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.

“We should?”

“Yeah!”

“But… Do you even care about photography?”

Au vent des îles – Alain Salvador

Sur des îles lointaines Au vent des alizés, Moi pauvre capitaine Seul et abandonné, Me seras-tu fidèle. Lorsque je reviendrai, Seras-tu aussi belle Malgré toutes ces années. A courir l’aventure Aux quatre coins du monde, Le nez dans la mâture Et sur les mers qui grondent, J’ai laissé le meilleur De mes belles années, Et loin de toi mon cœur Je n’ai que des regrets.

Solitude – Alain Salvador

Ce soir je me sens seul, ce soir je me sens triste J’essaie d’écrire des mots, je suis loin d’être artiste Si près dans l’autre pièce dort déjà ma compagne Il est beaucoup trop tôt pour que je l’accompagne   Les yeux sur mon écran, les messages n’arrivent plus C’est sûr il se fait tard, mon Amie dans les nues Dans les bras de Morphée rêve de ses paradis Ma tendresse l’accompagne, je lui ai dit…