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My Ugly Christmas Sweater Brings All the Boys to the Yard by runningwithdinosaurs
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
08 Dec 2014
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Stiles stood awkwardly in the corner, doing his best to become one with the wall, and hoped that his sweater blended in well enough with the poinsettia-covered wreath hanging next to him as to render him invisible to his well-dressed fellow party-goers.
The party-goers wearing sparkling cocktail dresses, slick suits and fancy shoes.
While Stiles wore a bright neon green sweater emblazoned with a Santa Claus face that looked more like the unholy child of Gilbert Gottfried and Satan than a jolly old elf.
(The one where Stiles wears a hideous holiday sweater to a fancy Christmas party. And Derek does too. Feelings ensue.)
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Stiles’s new boyfriend Eric was pretty awesome, though he blushed every time Stiles called him by name. Quirky. SO HOT. But quirky.
(Or the one where Stiles accidentally calls Derek by a different name and Derek’s in too deep to turn back now.)
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Derek Hale never thought it would become a *thing* when he almost hit Stiles with his car on his way to work. But it does.
Somehow, Derek finds himself racing a kid on a bike to work every morning and listening to terrible jokes along the way.
Derek never thought his commute would be the best part of his day, but that was before he met Stiles.
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Sir Derek of Hale has run from the only home he has ever known after the ultimate betrayal. With nowhere to turn, he ends up on a minor noble named Stiles's doorstep. Has Derek finally found a Lord worthy of the title?
(Or the medieval AU you didn't know you needed where everything is completely different yet still mostly the same.)
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In retrospect, Derek never should have rubbed the lamp.
But Derek did, which is how he got stuck with Stiles, who was truly a terrible genie. He didn’t even do things the way a normal genie was supposed to.
“What do you mean ‘it’s not three wishes’?” Derek bit out, glaring at Stiles, who was perched on the end of his couch. Literally perched. Like crouched on his tip toes.
“I don’t really know how to make it clearer,” Stiles said, long fingers twisting in the bright red hoodie he was wearing. “Is English not your first language? No son tres deseos. Ce ne est pas trois souhaits. To nie trzy życzenia.”
(Or the one where Stiles is a genie and Derek lives broken and alone in New York until a certain mole-covered immortal teenager LITERALLY pops into his life.)
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“Scott, please, Scotty, I need you!” Stiles whispered urgently into his cell phone. “She just moved in next door.”
“I don’t see the problem,” Scott’s tinny voice said. “So say good morning to her in the hallway tomorrow.”
“Scott,” Stiles snapped. “You don’t get it. She’s thinks I’m married. She thinks I have a kid.”
“Why would she think that?” Scott’s voice was innocently puzzled.
(Or the one where Stiles lies about being a family man to get a job and must enlist the help of model Derek Hale when his new boss moves in next door.)
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Derek, sometimes, likes to get lost in his head; sometimes he likes to drift there, entangled in the empty spaces between his thoughts because the world is an overwhelming place, even more overwhelming for Derek, and being in his head is easy. Easy as letting his eyes slip closed around the edges of a distant thought, as translating the rush of sensation, the physical realities of his body into nothing but nerves firing restless in his brain, then into nothing at all.
Stiles and Derek spend most of their time grading freshmen chem lab reports and sometimes film themselves having sex for money.
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It’s weird, because having four kids is a lot like having three kids (read: way more than Stiles and Derek could ever dream of having a handle on) except when they’re at the grocery store. Over the past two months, the grocery store has become Stiles’ personal hell and he’s pretty sure he’s gonna get blacklisted one of these days.
Sometimes, having kids is about more than just being able to buy all of the adorable miniature clothes you can get your hands on.
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- Part 3 of mpreg!verse
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Then, he gets the text. The text, okay. I’m pregnant, it reads. All unassuming, no punctuation or emoticons or, you know, actual emotion. Derek checks the date. It’s not April first. It’s the beginning of March, which Derek probably should have remembered. A moment later, another text comes in that says, Dad says I should have waited to tell you in person. Then, two seconds after that, He also says I shouldn't have admitted that I told someone before you. Love you, boo. Call me.
Stiles and Derek have a baby. They are happy.
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- Part 1 of mpreg!verse
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“You’re such a weirdo, but I love you,” Scott says, grinning broadly and gulping down the rest of his margarita. “Stiles, dude, in two days both of us will be married. And in two months you’ll have two babies.”
“My seventeen year old self is looking on with horrified fascination,” Stiles agrees, winking at Derek. It makes Derek feel cozy inside, like he and Stiles are in on a joke.To be quite frank, Derek and Stiles haven't even mastered parenting one tiny human when they find out they're about to have another.
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- Part 2 of mpreg!verse
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The pack is fed up with the tension between Derek and Stiles so they stage an intervention. When that doesn't help, they decide to take matters into their own hands.
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The one where the pack meddles, the Universe is a dick and sometimes, all you need to finally get what you want is 3 disastrous attempts and the Abominable Snowman...
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Stiles isn’t well. He isn’t ok. On top of everything that’s going on, his dad pulling him into the tightest hug didn’t help at all. The hug broke Stiles more than ever.
Being beaten up wasn’t something unusual for Stiles, only God knows how many punches he got throughout his high school life. But being beaten up by Gerard… The pain he feels, the sting in his cheek, the taste of blood in his mouth… are all covered by something Stiles tends to bury deep inside himself, but tonight… who he was kidding?
Since his best friend turned into a werewolf and a bunch of monstrous creatures and alphas and cold blooded hunters are all gathered in his town, Stiles has never felt a bigger fear. He is scared. He is terrified. But even with this kind of emotion that paralyzes your entire existence, Stiles, once again, gets to be stubborn. He tries his best to tone it down, to drown his own fear with… his bare hands. -
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To Derek: Uhm… Hello? Hello. It’s me. Stiles. Stilinski Stiles. Lol. Sorry. Well, my dad wants to get rid of some chairs and a sofa and I was thinking if I can give them to you? I mean they’re not that used and honestly I’d feel bad throwing them out. And… you stay in that horrible burnt down house; it could be nice to have those around… for the pack meetings, at least.
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Derek wanted to tell Stiles he missed him so much in this past year when Stiles was gone to college. This is the very first time when they’ve met after such a long period, and such a shame it is because Stiles can’t do anything and Derek almost died.
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I noticed that lots of people compare Derek and stiles to Wolverine and Spider-man, and I thought about how they are really more like Raven and Beast Boy from Teen titans. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has thought of this but I just had to write it. So yeah, Here is something really fluffy and kind of stupid.
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It started out slow, like so many other things that didn’t seem important at first. His smile in the classroom, his alcohol riddled, teethy laugh at the party and his grip of my arm, “Come here.”
We stumbled into his bedroom with a bottle of vodka, a DMT joint and his young face was shimmery in the light seeping through the cracks of the door.
(fragments of a tale about Stiles and Derek destroying themselves)
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We are NOT lighting the bodies on fire.
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They don't talk about it.
(Can be read as a standalone but it'll make more sense if you read the previous one for context)
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- Part 7 of Broken Prisms
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He barely makes it through first period without throwing up (total lie; he does, a little. Just in his mouth) and the teacher for his second period-- general physics, because he didn't feel like taking AP Biology this year --takes one look at him and says, "You need to use the bathroom, right Stiles?"
"Huh? I don't--"
"No, it's fine, go right ahead," he says with a meaningful look.
Stiles takes the unspoken you look like shit, kid and all but runs out of the room. He bolts into the bathroom, banging his shoulder on the doorframe.
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- Part 6 of Broken Prisms
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What is it? What am I? Who am I? Who are you? Who are We? We are Us. Secrets. Shadows. Void. Us.
"--iles? Stiles, sweetheart, come back to me." It's Derek's voice. Quiet. Coaxing. Pulling Them back to him back to Derek back to the world. "I've got you, Stiles. Take as long as you need, but come back to me."
Secrets. Shadows. Void. We are Us. No, We are me. I am me. I am me.
"We're he-- I'm here," Stiles corrects himself. "I'm here."
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- Part 5 of Broken Prisms