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SterekWeek2020: Day Five (Lyrics/Quotes)

The other night dear,

as I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you in my arms

But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried

Twelve hours ago, Stiles had seen the night ending much differently.

He was at the loft when the alarm came on.

The betas had gone out long ago and Stiles had quickly claimed the rest of the night as ‘Derek and Stiles time’ to which the Alpha had immediately made a face. But Stiles was determined, dammit. They never got any alone time anymore, with the betas getting all up in their personal space whenever Stiles wanted some ‘Sourwolf time’.

And Derek always refused to get all soft and squishy if anyone else was around to see.

So Stiles had threatened the betas with bodily harm, Boyd had decided it was best to take the others out for the night, and Stiles had immediately pounced on Derek, who still looked confused. But what was he expected to do, honestly? It had been too long since they’d been left alone in the same room together.

“Tonight,” Stiles had said, already wrapped around the Alpha. “We’re ordering pizza and watching movies together until the sun comes up. Capiche?”

Derek had just rolled his eyes. Stiles grinned.

“Good, I’m glad we’ve got that all figured out. So, I’m thinking we should start with—”

And then the alarm went off.

Looking back now, Stiles supposed they had been a little too relaxed. But it was the summer after the pack’s first year of college and honestly, none of them could be blamed. The threats weren’t coming weekly anymore and sometimes, Stiles got a full night’s sleep without nightmares. He found himself slacking off more and more often, and he knew the others were doing the same.

Which might’ve been the problem.

Because when the loft alarm went off, alerting them of intruders, Stiles wasn’t nearly as ready as he used to have been.

Derek was on his feet first, claws out and eyes flashing red. But then the hunters came in the numbers tripling their own and Stiles didn’t even have the chance to stand before there was a tranq dart embedded in his neck. He half-remembered fumbling at it, half-remembered Derek roaring, and then man was catching him before he fell.

The rest was mostly black. There was another howl that had struck the air, Stiles remembered faintly. One calling for the rest of the pack. But then all Stiles had known was unconsciousness.

Some part of him had been panicked, if only for a moment. Another part had murmured ‘I told you so’ and Stiles knew he never should have sent the pack away.

It was all his fault.

He didn’t even hear Derek collapse beside him.

You are my sunshine,

my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear,

how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

Derek had been captured by hunters a fair amount of times in his life. It never ended well on the hunters' side, except this time was different. He realized that the moment he’d woken up.

Because Stiles had never been taken alongside him before.

Years ago, Derek might not have cared. When Stiles was just that thorn in his side, some teenage hyperactive sidekick that he could barely stand. When Derek had kept the kid around only because Scott followed wherever Stiles went.

Years ago, he might not have cared.

But this time, Derek felt himself start to panic the moment he saw Stiles unconscious on the other side of the cell. Because he cared so much now.

Stiles groaned as he stirred back to life. Derek’s heart skipped a beat.

“Stiles—”

“Der?”

The boy was still in the red sweatshirt he’d been wearing earlier. There were a few tears in it now and a splatter of blood on Stiles’s neck where the dart had been pulled out. But other than that, he looked okay. More than okay, actually.

Derek could have melted into the floor.

He half-realized then, moving forward to gather the boy in his arms, that he was still a little woozy himself. The hunters had hit him with more than one dart and Derek was pretty sure the venom had been enough to knock out an elephant. And, judging by the reeling of his stomach, there had been some sort of wolfsbane mixed in.

Of course, there was. Derek should have known better than to put anything past hunters.

Some part of him felt like this was his fault.

Because it was his job to take care of the pack. Once upon a time, Derek had done everything he could to make sure they were prepared to face any threat. Once upon a time, it hadn’t mattered what the others thought of his preparations. Just as long as they were all fit enough to be able to handle anything that came. Any risk that threatened their lives.

But then he’d gotten lax.

Derek had forgotten how many things existed to hunt him and his pack down.

Pulling Stiles close, Derek didn’t even realize the apologies he was murmuring until the teen pushed at his chest weakly. Stiles groaned, one hand reaching up to rub at the bloodstained mark on his neck, while the other nudged Derek away a little bit.

“Dude, what is—”

“Hunters.”

“No,” Stiles said, groaning again. “No, I know that. But what are you—?”

“I’m sorry.”

Stiles blinked, looking confused. Then he grunted something intelligible and buried his face in Derek’s neck, pulling him even closer. And it was a reaction that always brought Derek’s guard down, no matter how prepared he was for it.

A growl built up at the back of his throat as he pulled Stiles even closer.

Derek could still remember the first time he’d told Stiles about the meaning of certain touches to werewolves. The one along the back of the neck; scenting. The one along the front; threatening. And then that of complete and utter claiming, when Derek could still feel the mating bite on his shoulder and Stiles had stayed nestled against his neck for hours, making sure their scents were mixed enough to be basically inseparable.

Derek found himself relaxing unconsciously into Stiles’s warm breaths against his skin.

And then their cell door opened.

I'll always love you and make you happy

If you will only say the same

But if you leave me and love another

You'll regret it all some day

When Scott and Allison had first gotten together, Stiles decided he was never going to be like them.

Not because he didn’t support their relationship or whatever. Of course, he did, Stiles had been the third wheel for long enough to basically be part of the relationship. But they were so soft and gooey, he sometimes felt the need to vomit when they were together.

In the beginning, Stiles had vowed he’d never be like them. He didn’t plan to be Romeo or Juliet. The whole shebang made him queasy.

But then one night, Derek Hale had kissed him.

There was something about nicknames that used to get underneath Stiles’s skin. Well, nicknames, inside jokes, and all those cute little couple things. He thought it might have been because he just was single and annoyed, but then again, maybe some people were just more frustrating than others.

Before Derek came along, Stiles decided he’d never be called babe, or have some stupid joke/song/cutsey moment that made everyone else groan. Because that was just a cliche.

But then Derek Hale came along.

There were these nights they’d faced, when Stiles couldn’t sleep. When every time he closed his eyes, he’d be haunted by the memories. The memories, the monsters, and the horrid things that he couldn’t escape.

Those were nights that Derek would hold him close. Hold him close and whisper soft, comforting things. Gentle reinforcements. Quiet lullabies. Stories that they’d told each other over and over again when the nights got rough.

There were the little things. The little things that made Stiles wonder when he’d become one of those couples.

But this time was different.

He’d been kidnapped plenty of times. In the years before, Stiles used to be prime pack bait. He’d faced witches, warlocks, and monsters aplenty. He’d gotten comfortable in the tiniest of cells because he’d always known that somehow, somehow the rest of the pack was going to find him.

This time was different.

It kind of scared him more than anything.

Stiles didn’t even have a chance to get his bearings before the door to their cell opened up. Flinching back, he felt Derek’s grip tighten, and the light that poured in burned his eyes, making him look away.

The footsteps moved closer and someone grabbed him by the arms, hauling him up. Stiles yelped and tried to jerk loose as Derek let loose a loud, murderous roar.

Then for the second time that— day? Maybe?— there was a needle jabbed into his neck and Stiles groaned. Because the last time he’d felt this drugged up and woozy, he’d been on meds in the hospital after an unfortunate wendigo run-in. And that had been bad enough.

Derek was still snarling, but Stiles found himself going limp in the grip of his captors. As everything went dark, some part of him felt like he was used to this. Used to being the pack bait. The one knocked out and lugged around.

Another part of him was panicking.

Stiles thought if the last thing he did was hold Derek close, maybe this all wouldn’t be so bad.

You are my sunshine,

my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear,

how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

When Derek had first kissed him, it was the day after graduation.

Stiles didn’t think he’d ever forget that. Of course, he’d been so startled when Derek had shoved up his window, he’d nailed the man in the face with the reading light he kept next to his bed. But that totally hadn’t been his fault. Three years and counting, and Derek still hadn’t figured out how to use the front door.

The man had gotten over it eventually, though there had been an angry red mark on his forehead for a good fifteen minutes afterward. In fact, it was still there when Stiles had gone off on a rant about werewolves never knocking and Derek had pulled him in close, one kiss promptly shutting Stiles up for an hour.

It was all fine and dandy except Stiles had also accidentally hit him in the face in surprise.

But that’s what they did. Derek was constantly taking Stiles off guard and he sure as hell hoped he was doing the same. It was what they did.

Sometimes, it was the little things. Like the very first night Derek had been waiting in Stiles’s room after lacrosse practice and he’d nearly had a heart attack at seeing the man. And then there were the other times, like when Stiles had taken a dive into the pool to save an angry-browed werewolf that he’d accidentally dropped there in the first place.

So, Derek kissed him the day after Stiles’s graduation. Then he proceeded to vanish for a week and Stiles had to track the man down, knocking some sense into him before kissing Derek long and hard again.

Things had been a little less stressful since. Depending on the day, that is.

Stiles had spent a enough time pining after the Sourwolf that he took no time jumping Derek’s bones. One night in the same bed was Stiles’s best night of sleep since he first learned about werewolves and then Derek continued to show up in his bedroom almost every night after that.

It proved to be a very interesting conversation the one morning Stiles’s dad walked in.

The first big threat they faced after graduation was a coven of witches who kidnapped Stiles to be their virgin sacrifice. Because apparently, word hadn't spread yet that one particular Alpha had made sure that wasn’t the case anymore.

Stiles had only felt slightly bad when Derek tore them apart.

Then the first summer ended, he went off to Stanford, and even the miles between them didn’t stop Derek— or the betas, for that matter— from showing up randomly. Eventually, a rumor was started that Stiles was either part of a gang or in an open relationship with a bunch of models. He didn’t dispute either of those.

Stiles told Derek he loved him first. He figured the werewolf had initiated the first kiss, so he might as well have some leverage in the relationship.

Stiles never should have shown Derek Star Wars , though, because the man had replied with ‘I know’ and proceeded to smirk like a bastard when Stiles hit him over the head.

And the funny thing was, Stiles didn’t see them as one of ‘those couples’ until the first night Derek had sung him to sleep after a particularly bad nightmare. He woke up the next morning realizing that he would go to the literal end of the world for the man if he asked, and then that was it. He would do anything for Derek Hale.

It was all funny at one point.

Not so much anymore.

You told me once, dear, you really loved me

And no one else could come between

But now you've left me and love another

You have shattered all of my dreams

When the hunters came back with Stiles, Derek felt like he knew what it was like to be on the verge of going feral.

He thought the waiting had been the worst. Because some part of him had kept waiting, kept wondering if he was going to suddenly feel their bonds being broken. It was like losing a limb, Peter had once warned. But Derek thought it would be so much more if he lost Stiles.

If he lost Stiles—

Derek caught the boy’s scent seconds before the cell door opened up. That of cinnamon, spice, and blood. It made him both terrified and feral at the same time, and if the hunters would’ve had any idea what was going on in Derek’s head, they might have turned heel right there and fled.

But all they saw was a red-eyed werewolf, still half drugged.

When they’d taken Stiles, they’d injected more wolfsbane into his system. Enough to make Derek still for a moment too long as the door opened, wondering if it was some sort of hallucination, even though he knew it wasn’t. And then Stiles was dumped back into the cell.

Derek moved forward, gathering the boy up in his arms before his mind had even caught up.

Injuries were a common occurrence when someone dealt with supernatural threats as often as Derek and his pack did. But it never got any easier when he caught the faintest hint of blood on the boy. And this— this—

Fuck.

The first time Derek had seen Stiles hurt enough for it to be concerning, he’d finally realized the difference between the human and the wolf inside of him. Because one was terrified. And the other was downright murderous.

Derek hadn’t felt this bloodthirsty in a long time.

The black lines moving up his arms weren’t nearly moving fast enough as he cupped Stiles’s face. The teen groaned softly, stirring a little, and Derek could hear the spike of pain in the boy’s heartbeat. He hated himself for every moment that he couldn’t take all the pain away at once.

When Stiles finally opened his eyes, smiling tiredly with blood-stained teeth, Derek nearly broke down.

“Dammit, Stiles—”

“Hey, there, Sourwolf,” Stiles slurred, a hand reaching up and touching his cheek. There was dried blood on his fingertips too. Derek swallowed hard and turned his face into the touch, hating himself even more for how powerless he felt.

“I’m so sorry.”

Stiles huffed, then broke into a coughing fit. And some traitorous part of Derek’s mind realized that the last time Stiles had been hurt bad enough for it to be concerning, it wasn’t nearly as bad as this. It wasn’t nearly as bad.

Stiles’s forehead was hot to touch, but his fingers were ice cold.

“Okay,” Derek said, forcing himself out of his head. “We’ve got to get you out of here.”

Somehow, even in the darkness, even reflecting obvious pain, Stiles’s eyes danced. “You’ve got a plan, Sourwolf?”

Derek didn’t. He didn’t have the slightest idea.

But smirking, he just raised an eyebrow and hoped it looked more convincing than he felt. “I’m the Alpha.”

“That’s so not a good plan, dude.”

Glancing back up at the cell door, Derek wondered for a moment if they’d come for him soon, too. That’s what he’d expected in the beginning. He’d expected to be the one they took. Because he could heal, dammit. He could put himself back together.

But Stiles was just human.

Clenching his jaw, Derek turned his eyes back down to Stiles. The boy’s gaze was hazy, but he was still awake. “Can you tell me what they wanted?”

“What hunters always want,” Stiles said, coughing again. The blood speckled his lips now. “Something to go after.”

“Stiles…”

“I didn’t give anything to them,” Stiles said, eyes glinting a little. And that bloody smirk was so damn proud, it made Derek’s heart skip a beat. “I told them to go fuck themselves, at least. But we’ll be fine. The pack will be here soon.”

Once more, Derek’s throat tightened. He forced himself to nod. “Yeah.”

“I mean, I totally believe in Boyd.”

Derek huffed and Stiles closed his eyes for a moment, taking a few sharp breaths. Quickly, Derek caught the hand still touching his cheek and lowered it across the boy’s chest, squeezing gently. Stiles made a small noise at the back of his throat and Derek realized it was a laugh.

“I don’t believe in the others so much, though.”

“No.”

“But don’t tell them I said that.”

“Never.”

When Stiles finally opened his eyes again, there was nothing but fondness in his gaze. It broke Derek’s heart. “Hey, Der?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re mine, you know that?”

Derek swallowed. “I know, Stiles.”

“You’re my sunshine.”

“I— I know.”

“The only one I ever needed.”

Derek looked down at him quietly. Stiles’s eyes fluttered closed again after a moment, and the boy turned his face into Derek’s chest, thumb brushing against the back of Derek’s hand. Taking a shuddering breath, Derek closed his eyes too, squeezing a little tighter. He almost didn’t want to hold onto those last few words.

Because they couldn’t be Stiles's last.

They couldn’t.

You are my sunshine,

my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear,

how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

In the hours that stretched on, the hunters didn’t come back.

Stiles felt a little bit like someone had taken a sledgehammer to his everything and a little bit like the drugs in his system had done something to his brain, the world moving sluggishly as he drifted in and out of sleep.

When the faint light coming from underneath the cell door dimmed, Stiles figured it was nighttime. That’s when the temperature dropped. Derek hadn’t seemed to notice right away, though, arms wrapped around Stiles’s shoulders. But the moment he shivered, Stiles felt the grip tighten, and then Derek was maneuvering him carefully, so Stiles was even more enveloped in the werewolf’s body heat, feeling like he was curled right up against a heater.

He chuckled hoarsely into the man’s chest, faintly noticing it was speckled with blood. His blood, Stiles realized after a moment too long.

“It’s the middle of summer, Sourwolf,” Stiles said, turning his gaze upward a little. “Why the hell is it so cold?”

Derek looked pained. Stiles stared at him for a moment longer and then blinked, dropping his gaze again.

“It’s not, is it?”

“You’re going to be alright, Stiles.”

Stiles was the master at bullshit answers. And that one wouldn’t have even hit his top ten list. “You’re a terrible liar, Der.”

The man didn’t answer. Stiles blinked hard again, realizing for the first time how tight his throat had gotten.

“I don’t feel bad,” he said. “A little sore, but that’s all.”

Once more, Derek stayed silent. But Stiles felt his arms tighten around him just a little, before quickly loosening again. As if Derek couldn’t figure out how tight to hold on.

“I don’t feel bad,” Stiles said again. Derek pressed a kiss against the top of his head.

“Okay, Stiles.”

“Really.”

“That’s good.”

Stiles sniffed, leaning further into the werewolf’s body head and closing his eyes. If he tried hard enough, he could imagine it was just another night. One of those when Stiles woke up trembling and Derek was wrapped around him in a second, whispering soft nothings in his ear as Stiles came down from the edge and stopped panicking.

He swallowed hard. “Can you sing to me, Sourwolf?”

As close as he was, Stiles could hear Derek’s heartbeat in his chest. He could hear how it skipped a beat and the man took a sharp breath before one hand moved up and traced through his hair. “Of course.”

There were things he could say, Stiles figured. Ways he could reassure the man once more.

He felt guilty, staying silent as his entire body ached.

The first time Derek had sung to him, it was after a nightmare. And the man had been quiet for what felt like hours afterward, before telling him that Laura used to sing back in New York. Mostly after nightmares, sometimes just because.

Sometimes, because she needed it more than him.

Stiles thought he was the one who needed it right now. But when Derek’s fingers traced down over the back of his neck and Stiles realized they were trembling slightly, he was no longer so sure.

“You’re my sunshine,” Derek murmured, the words more of a whisper than anything else. And it felt private.

Safe.

“My only sunshine.”

In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me

When I awake my poor heart pains

So when you come back and make me happy

I'll forgive you dear, I'll take all the blame

Derek hated the silence.

Stiles’s heart didn’t skip a beat until what felt like hours later. It skipped just one beat, Derek told himself, half-asleep with Stiles in his lap. One quick beat, pausing right underneath the boy’s skin. So soft, he might not have felt it if the silence and stillness around them wasn’t so heavy.

But it was just a skip. One skip.

It wasn’t until Derek was nearly fully unconscious that he realized one skip was taking much too long.

When was one skip supposed to start again?

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Tagging @furrypersonheart to take some blame for this fic because they suggested this be written

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Last Chance Asks!

Hey guys, these are asks that have been on our lost fic list for a very long time, I'm going to put them here so we can still save them and that we'll create more room for new lost fics that have yet to be found. If you find any of these let me know by using the number and mention it's from the last chance list, thank you in advance :)

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Hey, I've been looking for this fic for months and can't seem to find it. It's about stiles leaving BH to get away from the supernatural but in the city he goes to he meets an old female alpha who knew Talia. He becomes frds w her and lends her a book which she gives to Derek who spills coffee on it and when he goes to the bookstore he meets stiles there. I think the pack moved too and is living in a house together for school. I looked everywhere and couldn't find it, help please and thanks

I've just started reading this fic, it's pretty short when my laptop died so I can't find it now. Um, it was about like after apocalypse with zombies and stiles is bitten so he has to kill himself. I'm sorry if it's vague but I'm really itching to finish it. A lot of angst if it helps?? thank you

looking for a fic with KindaNerd!derek who Stiles helps one day after school and they start hanging out and as time passes Derek grows to be handsome. Then when they graduate Derek tells the school about how Stiles saved his life that day he called him, and tears from Laura and Erica happen and Sterek kisses ensure. Do you happen to know what fic I mean and the name of the fic? xx

Hey I'm trying to find a fic. I think the name was daddy issues, but I'm not sure. Maybe it was daddy issues. It was one where stiles was with a bunch of guys (including Derek Hale, Chris Argent and others I don't remember) thanks!

hey I was wondering if you could help me find a fanfiction where stiles works for like a suicide or depression hotline and derek calls one day and the two of them kind of bond? I've been looking everywhere for it and I cant seem to find it!

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hey! ive been looking for a fic for a real long while. the whole pack goes away to a cabin for a bonding experience, with people sharing rooms. there is a beach, and places to go shopping. lydia and/or allison go shopping with stiles at somepoint and get him things so he looks super hot at a club. white pants and something painted on him. and then derek freaks and leaves them all. lemme know if you know this one???

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Hiya.! Well, I read this fic about a year ago and it was amazing and I want to read it again but I forgot the name, it's a fic were Scott was never bitten and stiles gets kidnapped and taken to some werewolf camp in Newyork and becomes Derek's mate and eventually meets his family. Can you please help me? And btw. Your blog is amazing. It gives me life.

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Hi I was wondering if u knew a series on archive of our own where stiles gets kidnapped with Boyd and Erica and comes back With them and joins that pack and becomes Derek's mate and then later in the series he yells at Derek and Cora about taking the pack away from him if he doesn't act nicer to them thanks sorry for the crappy summary

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okay i dont know how far out of canon you like to go or how AU you like, but do you recall a sterek fic that had stiles getting tattooed for magical purposes and part of the tattoo requires 3 blood donors (father-sheriff, brother-scott, lover-derek) but he hasnt told derek the lover bit yet and the chick tattooing him is like some elf girl i think named leeloo or something.... i just cant find it in the tattoo stiles track or the magical stiles track. it was either a series or one big ass one.

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do you know a sterek fanfic where Stiles is an omega werewolf and he stumbles upon the hale territory and Derek Hale plans to take him in for only one night but Stiles makes breakfast and the pack love him and cliche blah?

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hi, wondering if you can help me find an older fic, it's one where Stiles is magical and Derek's pack is grown up, I think Boyd and Erica have a kid, and someone tries to set the pack house on fire but now its magiced fireproof, but the forest burns, and the hunters come but Stiles uses his magic to bring the forest back to life and ties himself to the land... Sorry that's a weird synopses but it's all I can remember clearly

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Hey can you find a fic where the pack was using stiles in training like hunting him but a werewolf jumps him in the woods and stiles thinks it's derek and submits and it turns out it wasn't derek and since stiles submitted derek says the alpha has like a certain amount of days to get stiles to say yes and that was as far as I got please find this!

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hey so I'm looking for one fic, I hope you can help find it :) it's about Stiles being sacrificed to the werewolves to keep the town safe and there's whole werewolf village. there was no Hale fire, Laura has a husband and kids. later Scott was bitten by some rouge (or Peter I don't remember) and came to the village 'causee hunters wanted to kill him. I remember that when they were fighting other weres or maybe hunters (or was it just fullmoon?) Stiles saved Laura's kids from being killed. help?

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do you know the fic were in which Derek helps hook stiles up with some dude & in the process he reveals that he's into stiles & stiles kind of ignores it so Derek eats ice cream and watches Disney movies and stiles happens in on him & is all, "what."

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i'm looking for a fic that i think is a 5+1 cuddles thing? all i can remember from it is that there's a fae fight in alison's bedroom and derek got ripped apart so stiles pushed him into the closet and is trying to hold derek's guts in? i've asked a lot of ficrec blogs but no-one can find it for me, so thanks in advance if you can!

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Can you please help me I already tried twficfinder, LJ, etc. Its a sterek fic made in 2012 where Stiles helps Derek get his families life insurance, parents will or just money cause he's living in a bad place & has no income. Derek feels guilty & doesn't feel deserving of that. Stiles drives them to where the person in charge of fixing that is. Derek might be rich. They buy wood for the floor of the Hale house. Scott or Sheriff ask why he's helping Derek. Its not Out of Milk or Hale Construction

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I'm looking for a fix where stiles hires a dom, but she declines and instead he goes to derek? I think at one point, they make a list of things that are allowed, and everyone can see the bruises left behind, but stiles is really happy. Any help is much appreciated!

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Do you know the one where Derek hurts stiles ankle before a carnival or fair and takes stiles but ends up attacking him but is stopped by a psychic and she puts Derek's wolf in stiles so that stiles is the alpha

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hi i was wondering if youve read a sterek fic where derek basically tells stiles that his mom dying was nothing compared to him basically killing his family cause of the fire. i cant seem to find it anywhere.

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I've been looking for this fic everywhere and I can't find it! It's attempted non con with stiles and a original character but stiles hits the guy with a rock and kills him by mistake and calls derek panicking and derek helps cover it up. Do you know it?

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Okay, so I need help. I have been looking for this fic for over a year and i was wondering if you knew it. It's where stiles is a kid and his mother is in the hospital dying, and derek is in a coma from the fire and they connect on a telepathic level and stiles brings him out of his coma and stiles mom dies and the derek moves and checks up on stiles yearly. HELP ME PLEASE?? Thank you for taking the time to read this.

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Hi! So I'm trying to find a fic (it was lengthy) but I'm pretty sure it was a 5+1 trope, and its like five times Sheriff recognizes Derek as a son? All I can recall is at one point Sheriff thinks Stiles killed Derek and he offers to help him hide it?

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I read a Sterek AU ages ago but I can't find it now, I was wondering if you'd read it and could possibly send me a link? It's the one where Stiles sets up an online dating account to mock people and he starts talking to who he thinks is Derek. The two become really good friends but when Stiles goes to meet Derek he finds out that Derek has no idea who he is and Laura started the account for a joke, and is engaged.

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Hey! I was just wondering if you could find a fic for me? All I remember is that it was really short, about soulmates and stiles was playing a drum in the snow! Thanks! I've been looking for it for ages!

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Hi bb can you help me find a fic? Derek & Laura(?) are twins. Stiles has magic powers & is bff w/ Laura, who later dates Lydia or Allison. Derek paints Stiles in an attic or something & Laura is jealous bc she doesn't want sterek to happen. Thanks!

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i think its backround sterek, but do you know the fic where the pack is afraid to touch stiles because they think they're hurting him but really it's touch starved!stiles

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Hey, I've completely forgotten the name to fic, I remember that stiles is a lil bit of a delinquent so the sheriff gets derek who's a college student I think to watch over him and they have sex and they're sort of like fuck buddies and at some point it's Derek's birthday and he has a party at his apartment??? idk do u guys know this fic lmao please help!!!

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Hey so love your account Anyway I was wondering if you knew the story where the pack like finds a mysterious knife and stiles cuts himself and then gets thrown into the past and is trying to get Paige and Derek together? I hope that made sense Again love the account, such a life saver!

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Hey I was wondering if you knew the title of the fic where (I think its Stiles) who's a single father and his daughter is obssessed with bunnies and at some point Derek makes a lil park in the backward for the bunnie?

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Ok so I'm looking for a fic where it's after the hale fire and Derek lived in a small cabin by himself then he sends for omega human stiles and they live with each other cause Derek needs pack and he stays in his wolf form a lot of the time. It's like a super slow burn and angst you. Can you help a bro out?

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Hey, I read this fic once on ao3 about Stiles having tons of nightmares from the nemeton after Derek leaves. Then he starts calling him when he has panic attacks. He has to do the underwater sacrifice to get rid of the nightmares and when he comes out of the water Derek's there waiting for him and then they get together... It's seriously driving me crazy that I can't find it!!! Do you know what fic I'm talking about??

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hey im looking for a fic and I've been googling increasingly strange things but i just cant find it so i was hoping you might have read it? im pretty sure its quite short, but basically allison goes to stiles to ask about werewolf sex and then stiles makes derek give him the werewolf sex talk so that he can clue the rest of the pack in. thank you xx

45.

Hi! I'm looking for a specific fic! It's like Stiles is at a club, and he's sitting at the bar and sees his ex walk in and he gets really panicky because he starts walking over so he grabs the closest guy to him and kisses him? And it turns out the guy he kissed was Derek? I can't find it anywhere!

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Hi i was wondering if you could help me find a fic. I dont really remember much just that it was sterek and that cora read some spell that sent Derek back in time and he ended up mating to Stiles but when they have children Cora fixes it and Derek goes back to him normal time and tells cora that he has to go back because he has a mate but cora tells him that he has to wait until the full moon i think and in the end he and cora go back to stiles time and stay there

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I was wondering if you might know of a fic I am looking for. It's one of those Sheriff Finds Out ones and it's in his POV. I remember that it had Melissa in it and she let the Sheriff into a house/Room where the pack (they are a pack in this) was all cuddling in groups. I remember once specific moment where he observes Alison and Scott and notices their closeness with Isaac. And I am pretty sure Stiles is asleep on Derek. I know this is not very descriptive but I was wondering if you knew of one

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Hello I'm searching for a sterek fic I read a while back and I can't find it 😔 it's a fic where Stiles discovers he's a wizard or a shaman or something like that and he's linked to plants somehow and there are many pack interactions like pack cuddles and stuff so many pack feels and then the pack is being attacked and the forest is destroyed and Stiles manages to grow it back and he's like part of the forest it's such a great fic so beautifully written, do you happen to know what's this fic?

49.

Hello, lovely. I have been trying to fing a fic where Dean and Cas from Supernatural are Stiles parents and Derek knocks him up. While Stiles goes through the pregnancy, a Big Bad from the past comes back and messes with Stiles. Sorry, this is vague.

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I was wondering if anyone remembered a story where Stiles was half-daeva (I believe), Scott was his Permissor, but no one else in the pack knew until another pack kidnaps them and stiles shows up to destroy them all. I remember reading it ages ago but I can't find it in my bookmarks :/

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Hi, can you help me find sterek fanfic? It's coffee shop au, Stiles is barista, Derek is customer who wants plain coffee but Stiles always goes crazy with toppings, there us Peter too, creepy but good, can't find it on ao3 (╯︵╰,)

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Ok I've been searching for this one fantastic fic I read ages ago but can't find and was hoping you guys might know! It's established relationship w pack mom Stiles and he's away at college but they all just kind of move in w him and he buys Erica tampons and Boyd McDonald's gift cards and brings Chinese food and is generally lovely?? I think it was a one shot and relatively short but I'm dying to read it again :(

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Hello! I'm looking for a sterek fic. I think it was a 5+1 type fic where people/random strangers thought the pack members were Derek and Stiles' children. Please and thank you! :)

54.

Idk if you find sterek fics but i can't remember it, please help. Stiles is kidnapped by faeries but then talks them into a peace treaty? I think it was on archive but I'm not getting anything.

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Hi! I can’t seem to find a fic I love and was wondering if you could help me find it? Stiles is in a bar with friends, I remember Lydia and Jackson being there, and is insisting he is a Alex god who can get any number he wants and jackson tells him to get that guys number and points to Derek and stiles basically goes up to him and says “I am trying to convince my friends I’m attractive can you give me a fake number?” and he does but it turns to be real???

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I’ve been looking for this fic where stiles has been out of town for a while and when he gets back he stops at this gas station on the edge of town and gets jumped by some redcaps I think? And then the guy who runs the station comes out and sees this kid covered in blood and calls Derek because strange kid I’ve never seen before covered in redcap blood, maybe come check this out? And Derek didn’t know stiles was coming back early because it was supposed to be a surprise. Thanks so much!

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I love your blog and I was hoping you'd help me with this fic I've been looking for forever. Stiles is either an orphan or his dad is irresponsible, and he's not exactly highly regarded but the Hales and of course Derek love him and welcome him at their house. But Stiles feels guilty/unworthy and doesn't always want to accept their help. At one point, he turns feral or something and Derek has to coax him out, and one of the Hales have a baby who loves Stiles (I think Peter's or Laura's). Thanks!

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hey :) there's this old fic i want to re-read where stiles is a mage(or someone who controls elemental magic) and hes hurt/rejected by Derek and leaves with someone where there are other people with elemental magic and he trains. If it helps: I remember in the big fight they wore shirts that matched with their powers. Could you please help me? thanks

#lastchance #sterek fic rec

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judgement-free-sideblog · 4 years

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Blood, tears and sea breeze

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

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Chapter 13: Let's have a drink

"This one is on the house love" a handsome bartender said placing a full martini cup in front of the girl who, for a brief moment, seemed very angry at him, but immediately gave him a smile and he just walked away.

"Did she take it?" A young man said nervous on the bar gazing at the woman as she took a sip from the drink. He had been looking at her all night until the bartender offered a little help.

It was as crowded as usual but he had guessed correctly that the girl was alone, and she had ordered only one beer that was already finished, maybe a college girl overwhelmed with papers, she could use some fun, specially looking so bloody good.

"Relax mate!" He said with a grin in his face "After one special drink from Mike, any girl you want would be more than happy to go home with you" He gave the man an affectionate pat on the shoulder, he look like a simple guy, to shy to talk to the girl, and maybe if he chicken out, he thought remembering the woman legs, he could have his fun that night, but suddenly the guy's face turned somber and serious.

"Did you get that agent Harford? Are you coming home with me?" He said pressing a small button on his ear.

"Well I think I have a piece of shit to interrogate, so I'll pass" the beautiful girl had approach the bar without him noticing and the people around her were now looking. She had her martini glass in one hand and a little plastic circle with a bright pink line in the other.

Mike froze for a second, just long enough for the guy to stand up with handcuffs on his hands, was he that tall all along? He tried to run pushing customers aside but a strong pain in his leg stop him, the woman, officer, hit him on the calf with her police baton.

"That's on the house love" she said and people start running away in fear when the door opened and two other officers, Mike remind he saw them earlier that week, came inside and help him stand up so his partner could put the handcuffs on him.

"Well done Katie" Miller said once Mike Bolzano was safely sited in the police car. "This guys can't see a woman alone and not act like pricks, but at least this time we were expecting it"

"Thank you" She said and now she felt self conscious about how revealing her clothes were.

"Here have this" The young agent Derek Ramos said and gave her a police jacket and gave her a shy smile that didn't go unnoticed to Miller.

"Well we are going to take this fine man to the station, I want your report at my desk tomorrow DC Ramos" Miller said and then she add innocently "Have Katie help you, she is quite diligent for that"

"What was that about?" Alec said, he had been listening while guarding their suspect who was suspiciously calmed in the back of the car.

"I will tell you when you're older" She smiled and he rolled his eyes at her, it had been five days since they have learned about the assault to Y/N and after questioning Bolzano he had denied everything. So Harford suggested a honey trap, to his and other officers concern but it had payed off.

"Remind me Miller" He startedonce they have him on the interrogation room, the remove the handcuffs and were sited in front of him "What is the time for spiking drinks?".

"I'm pretty sure is up to 10 years, specially if someone suffers for any form of assault after" She say offering the man a cup of coffee.

"While Perverting the course of justice can get you life in prison" Alec said searching in his notes.

"I didn't pervert shit" Mike said, not angry just annoyed by their presence "You have nothing on me, and as soon as my lawyer gets here this is going to be over"

"Well that's where you are wrong sir, you'll see," Miller sitted next to Hardy and took out a tablet that he knew was from his office at the bar "Now that we know something wrong may be happening in you establishment we are granted to check all the evidence we require. Would you like to rethink your statement from earlier about the Saturday night and the attack on Y/N Y/L/N"

"Girl couldn't handle her booze, is not my fault some bloke wanted to take a piece, also she was being a whore" he said fully knowing that what was on the laptop will be his end but not wanting to gave them anything yet.

"Do you really think this woman..." Hardy put out a picture of the teacher, a bright smile in a summer dress surrounded by children "How do you called her a whore?" Miller could see him tens his fists under the table but his expression didn't change "Do you think any jury is going to believe you, and not consider you as guilty as the man who attacked her? before I formally arrest you for Perverting the course of justice, is anything you want to tell us, or should we found it ourselves?"

Mike remained silent, he was actually thinking about the problem and his stupid lawyer was nowhere to be found yet, but he was given precise instructions about what he can and cannot say so he finally took a sip of the coffee and speak.

"I didn't lay a finger on your precious teacher here" he started pointing the picture and Miller restrained herself to hold Alec on his site, but he was calmed. "I don't know who did it either, every month or so I get a package of this" He took a small box from his pocket filled with green pills, "I sell them to desperate guys or losers that can't talk to girls, I'm not proud of it, but most of the time the girls were already drunk this just make them less picky"

"Did you sell one the night of April 6th?" Miller said ignoring how disgusting he was.

"No, the day before, some girl came to the bar on Friday night and then the next night I saw that girl completely wasted walking out with some guy to the parking lot".

"A woman bought the pill?" Hardy asked astonished"

"Women are creeps too, don't be sexist" Mike said and tried to laugh for a moment but Hardy cold expression stopped him. "Yes, a nice looking woman, red hair and brown eyes" there like DiCaprio he thought, and he couldn't resist to add something else to the script "Quite bossy if you ask me, but nice red lips"

Do you know her name, or the guy that Y/N went out with?" Alec said, but he was sure they wouldn't get much more out of him.

"No, just another dude, although it surprised me that he have done anything to her, he was no that ugly if you ask me" he said and then a knock on the door stop his words "About bloody time!" He said once his lawyer entered the room. But Hardy couldn't care less.

"Now what?" Miller asked once they were at his office trying to access to Mike's computer "Do you think he is telling the truth?"

"Of course not, but we can let this affect our current investigation" he said and he went to fish for something on his jacket, "Also there was something strange about Ashley Langford" he said putting a napkin with a kiss on it and a phone number.

"What is strange? That a woman may be interested in you? She may be mental for that but I don't see anything wrong" Ellie tried to laugh, but he was visibly uncomfortable with the situation.

They have walked inside her deli three days before, it was pretty empty considering Y/N had said she was very successful, she was behind the counter, with her beautiful hair held on a messy bun, and for a moment the business woman she remembered was hard to see, until the moment she spoke to them.

"I already talk to the other officer, I'm happy to help but at least you could tell me about Y/N state, I haven hear from her in more than a week now and I know she is not right" Something about her concerns seemed to elaborate, but maybe it was just the fact that Miller was doubting about everything and everyone now.

"Miss Y/L/N is fine, she is staying in a secure location, for her own good until we found out who murdered her fiance" Alec said, and suddenly actual sadness could be read on her face. "Right now we are focusing on the weeks that lead to Jonathan Norbury's dead. We have been told that you often went out together, and that Mr Norbury didn't like that his fiance was exposed to alcohol, do you know why?" She was giving him an intense look but he didn't notice.

"Y/N has panic attacks, sometimes she blacks out completely, it has been like that since we were little. I lived with her family when my parents throw me out, so I learned to take care of her, and Jonathan, well he simply wanted to put her on a bubble, and a couple weeks ago something bad happened... I know we should have called the police but ..." she looked nervous and started destroying a napkin in her fingers. "She was... I can't even say it... someone raped her" her eyes began to get wet and she took another napkin to clean her view.

"Please take your time, and tell us what you remember" Ellie said holding her hand reassuringly.

"I lost track of time, I was dancing and when I came back to the table she was gone, I called Jonathan, and we start looking for her, then we thought that maybe she was on the car, and we saw the door was open, someone was running out a tall man, I didn't saw his face, but when we see inside she was... undressed and unconcious, Jonathan tried to look for the guy but we chose to take her home, and when she came back she didn't remember a thing" she said and tears went down her face again. "I was glad she didn't remember so I just slip a morning after pill on her tea and hope for the best, that's why he didn't want me to take her out, but I never went back to that bar, I swear" Miller was about to question her again but a ring from her phone distracted her and she walked out for a moment.

"There are many other things we would like to discuss with you Ms. Langford, if you have the time" he said and took out a note pad, do you happen to know the owner and bartender of the club you went to? Mr Mike Bolzano?"

"I'm so sorry DI Hardy, but I have a lot more to do today, but I have an idea, let's have a drink" She wrote down her number on the napkin and to his surprise marked down a kiss on the paper. "I'm out of here at 9, you give me a call and I would gladly tell you all you want to know" she gave him a radiant smile that didn't quite correspond with the concerned friend crying just minutes before.

"Sure, we'll be in touch" he said politely and exited the room.

Miller had make fun of him for it, specially since nothing particularly relevant came from the exchange whe later that day he joined her to take that drink.

And now with a creep in custody and the time running out he was desperate to find answers, and yet the only thing he was hoping was for the day to end to get to his house and saw her reading on his couch like he had been doing all week.

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bloody-bee-tea · 6 years

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And the second angst drabble from @lavender-lotion‘s list. Only eight more to go ;) The prompt was “He’s dead because of you” for Deter.

When Stiles finally found Derek in the old Hale house, sitting next to a huge hole in the ground, he was very done with this night.

“Hey, dude,” he called out and stomped up to him. “Where were you? You’re Scott’s alpha now and he needs you,” he said and frowned when Derek didn’t even move.

He stepped closer, peering into the hole and reeled back when he saw Peter’s body there.

“Holy shit,” Stiles whispered and took another step back, just for good measure. “How long have you been here?” he asked Derek who still hadn’t moved or given any indication that he had heard Stiles.

“Derek?” he asked and came up behind him, staying as far away from the hole as he could but he tentatively reached out for Derek’s shoulder.

Derek moved away from him before he could make contact.

“Leave,” he whispered, not tearing his eyes away from the body in the ground.

“Dude, it can’t be good for you to be here,” Stiles started. “I get that he was your family but he was insane.”

“You don’t get anything,” Derek hissed and finally stood up.

When he turned towards Stiles his eyes were glowing red.

“You don’t get to be here,” Derek growled and pushed Stiles away from the hole. “Leave!”

“Look, I know that this must be difficult, but you had to kill him, he was…”

Stiles didn’t finish that sentence, mostly because he wasn’t sure Derek would even hear him over his growling.

“Derek,” he started but suddenly Derek was right in his face.

“If you say another word, you’ll find out just how painful dying is,” he threatened and Stiles raised his hands in a placating manner.

“No need to threaten the innocent bystander here,” he mumbled.

“Innocent bystander?” Derek asked incredulously. “He’s dead because of you!” he suddenly yelled and crumbled next to the hole.

“He’s not… I didn’t kill him!” Stiles protested but Derek only shook his head.

“You came with molotov cocktails, you burned him again, what did you think would happen?” Derek asked him and he sounded broken. Stiles could see the shivers that wrecked his bodies even from a few feet away.

“You burned the burn victim. I had to kill him,” Derek whispered, more to himself than to Stiles, as if he was trying to justify what he did, staring back into the hole.

“I know he was your uncle but,” Stiles started but he was yet again interrupted.

“You know nothing,” Derek said and looked up at him and Stiles startled when he saw the tears running down Derek’s face.

“He wasn’t just my uncle. He was my, my friend, my confident, my anchor, my everything,” he desperately said and Stiles’ heart clenched when he suddenly understood.

“Mate,” Stiles whispered, because of course he had come across that concept during his research and Derek flinched like Stiles had hit him.

“You took everything from me,” Derek muttered and when he looked at Stiles his eyes were red again.

Stiles scrambled back, because a werewolf without an anchor was bad, but an alpha was even worse, and he didn’t want to be bitten or worse.

“There was no other choice,” he tried to reason. “He would have killed Allison and Chris, too.”

“And good fucking riddance,” Derek hissed and prowled towards Stiles who kept stumbling back.

“Come on, you don’t mean that,” Stiles rushed out but Derek didn’t stop.

He kept walking up to Stiles until he almost fell down the stairs at the front door.

“Leave!” he shouted and Stiles ran as soon as he was stable on his feet again, leaving Derek to mourn his dead mate in peace.

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stereksecretsanta · 6 years

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Merry Christmas, @divinexstiles!

I hope you enjoy this. I wanted to do something vaguely ABO/mating run, but since I'm not great at that trope, I did a slight variation on it. I hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: To complete the mating ritual, Derek has to go on the mating run to find Stiles, which is a scavenger hunt around Beacon Hills. Derek just wants to find Stiles before he crawls out of his skin.

Read on AO3

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Hunting for Clues

Derek clenched and unclenched his fists over and over. He wasn’t even aware he was doing it until his mother reached out and touched his arm with a smile. “Relax, Derek. It’s almost time.”

Derek tried to relax as his mother ran a comforting hand down his arm. Sunset was in just a few minutes, and then there was only around half an hour after that til moon rise. Derek could feel the buzzing just beneath his skin, could already smell Stiles’ scent in the air. It made his fangs push against his gums, his claws ache to come out. He wanted to take off now, let his instincts lead him to his mate, reunite with him and claim him finally as his own. It had been so long since Derek had seen Stiles, his entire body was aching and longing, his wolf whining and uneasy from the separation.

(It had been three days.)

“Are you nervous? Excited?” his mother asked him.

“A bit of both, I guess.”

She squeezed his arm. “Don’t worry. It won’t be long before you’re with Stiles again. It’s exciting. Things’ll never be the same after tonight. You and Stiles are starting a long life together. I’m so happy for you, and that it’s Stiles.” Derek ducked his head and smiled.

“I remember the mating run with your father like it was yesterday,” she reminisced. “I remember standing here like you, beside my own father, my entire body nearly burning with the need to find and claim your father.”

“Mo-om!” Derek groaned. He was a werewolf; sex and modesty weren’t really things that bothered him. But there are some things, like thinking about his parents claiming each other, that weren’t really the thing he wanted to think about when he was about to go claim his own mate.

His mother chuckled. “Enjoy it, Derek. The hunt, the chase, the anticipation. I know you want to get to Stiles as soon as possible, but the mating run only happens once in your life. You’ll find him soon enough, and then you’ll spend all night claiming him.” Derek blushed up to his hairline as his mother watched him with a knowing, mischievous smirk.

“Are you going to embarrass Laura and Cora this much when they do their own mating run?” Derek asked.

“Oh, definitely. It’s part of the fun.”

The minutes dragged on as Derek watched the moon rise. He could already smell Stiles’ faint scent on the air, and his eyes had a faint electric blue glow as he leaned against the hood of the Camaro.

Derek’s mother grabbed Derek’s hand and squeezed it. “It’s time.” Derek couldn’t help the growl that started deep in his chest. His mother turned to him and placed a leather cord around his neck. Two matching silver bands with a triskele engraved into the side hung on it. The mating bands.

She looked him in the eyes, her gaze a bright red, and smiled. “With the rising of the full moon on this November day, and as Alpha of the Hales and the Beacon Hills territory, I declare the start of this mating run. Derek,” she paused and kissed him on the cheek. “Go find your Stiles.”

His mother let go of his hands and Derek grinned at her before throwing his head back and howling. Finally. He got into the Camaro, rolled down the window, and started following the scent.

He drove away from the Hale house, off the property and towards town. Mating runs used to be done through the woods, the wolves chasing each other or their human mates until they ended up claiming each other in the woods. The last few generations changed things. His grandmother just waited at a restaurant for his grandfather, and his cousin chased his mate all the way to Iceland. Some of his relatives still liked to do a traditional woods run, but Stiles told him, “Dude, I’m not running through the woods when I’m not running for my life. I’d like to be well rested for our mating night, if you get my drift.” Then he’d winked suggestively and tackled Derek back to the bed.

The first place that Stiles’ scent led Derek made him laugh. He should have known, even without the scent trail. The bookstore where they’d met a few years ago, at a book club meeting Derek had gone to when he’d spent a year reading classics. The meeting was for Treasure Island, and Derek had been eager to discuss it.

But there’d been a guy there who was the most annoying person in the world. He talked constantly, mainly about how much he loved the book and how awesome pirates were. “I mean, it’s like a farce! Were we really supposed to believe those guys didn’t know that Long John Silver was the cook? It’s like, watch out for the guy with the peg leg! But here comes a dude with a peg leg who’s a cook all of a sudden, wanting to go look for the treasure! I was literally laughing out loud.”

Derek was irritated at first, but the longer the guy went on about the comical elements, the more Derek started to soften. By the end, he was even smiling and chuckling to himself.

After the meeting, the man came up to Derek and said, “Dude, did you really want to seriously discuss Treasure Island? Like, a lit class? You do realize we were in that meeting with a bunch of grannies? Awesome grannies who totally love pirates, but I don’t think they would care about, what was it? The futility of desire or the motif of solitude? Like, did you really think about that when you read? I was just like, whoa these are some fucking awesome pirates, yo.”

Derek had been miffed and a bit taken aback at his response and had turned to go, but then the guy said, “You know, we could discuss that motif of solitude or whatever other Englishy, literary, pretentious thing you want to talk about. I was thinking over coffee.”

Derek had just stared at him in surprise. People hit on him often, but it usually had something to do with his looks or sex. No one had ever offered to talk about a fucking nineteenth century book about pirates over coffee before. Then Derek really looked at the guy. Tall, thin but with surprising definition in his arms and shoulders, hair sticking up in multiple directions from having long fingers run through it too often, and bright eyes that Derek could easily see himself falling into.

“Yeah, okay. If you’re buying.”

The guy smiled. “I think I can handle that.”

Derek stared at the bookstore from a parking spot right in front of it, and couldn’t believe that a stupid book had brought them together. And now here he was, on his mating run to find him.

Inside, Derek found Boyd waiting just where he thought he’d be – in the classics section, right beside Treasure Island. Boyd grinned when Derek approached, and said, “Thought you weren’t gonna show.”

“Trying not to get arrested for speeding before I get to him,” Derek said. “Gotta keep Stiles’ father out of this. Just wait until your mating run with Erica. We’ll see if you’re as smug then.”

Boyd laughed as he handed Derek an old, worn copy of Treasure Island. Derek opened the front flap to read the inscription, written in Stiles’ hand, and then was out of the bookstore with a quick goodbye to Boyd, book still clutched in his hand.

The next stop was Laura’s coffee shop three streets over. As soon as Derek entered, he could smell Stiles’ scent even over the rich aroma of coffee.

Their first date had been at a coffee shop that no longer existed. But they’d been on so many dates to Laura’s coffee shop that Derek wasn’t a bit surprised it was part of the run. He glanced over at the corner chairs, where they spent most of their time.

He remembered the first time he ordered for Stiles, when Stiles was distracted on his computer as he finished up a paper for one of his grad classes. It was Thanksgiving break, and he’d wanted to finish it so they could “go home and fuck their way through black Friday while everyone else wasted money on a capitalistic racket.” Derek offered to buy him coffee to help him get finished faster.

Derek’s order was always simple, a hazelnut coffee with milk, but Stiles liked one of those coffees Derek thought were only a tv fabrication. He blamed Laura for enabling Stiles, really. And when he went up to the counter, a new high school kid working instead of his sister, so Derek had to remember the ridiculous order.

He set the cup beside Stiles’ elbow and sat down to read his book. Fifteen minutes later, Stiles muttered, “Well, fuck me.” Derek glanced up to find Stiles looking at him, mouth hanging open. “You know my coffee order.”

“Barely,” Derek said. “I couldn’t remember if it had almond or vanilla, and – oof!” Derek was cut off when Stiles lunged across the empty space between them and flopped on his body to kiss him. The kiss was more intense and eager than Derek was completely comfortable with in a public space, but he found himself kissing back anyway.

“I love you, too,” Stiles whispered against his mouth, then kissed him again before sitting back down in front of his computer. Derek picked his book up, ridiculous smile on his face.

When Derek approached the counter, Laura was waiting on him behind it, holding a lacrosse jersey with a number 24. “Go get ‘em, Derek.” Derek grabbed the jersey, kissed his sister on the cheek, and ran back to the car.

Stiles liked to tease Derek that lacrosse was a better sport than basketball. “You played basketball, how boring is that? God, that’s the worst sport ever. Lacrosse is far superior.” Derek let Stiles ramble about lacrosse, mainly because he didn’t care one way or another.

“Baseball is better than both,” Derek said simply after Stiles stopped talking.

“That’s a given,” Stiles replied. “How have we not talked about baseball yet? We’ve been dating for months.”

“Spring training just started. It wasn’t baseball season until now.”

“I know. I have this dream that one year, I’ll get to go see the Mets during pre-season.”

“The Mets?”

“Stop the car!” Stiles shouted. “If you hate the Mets, just stop the car right now and I’ll get out and walk home. I cannot interact with a Mets hater.”

For their second Christmas together, Derek bought him and Stiles a Mets spring training ticket bundle that included meet and greets and a breakfast with the team. He thought Stiles was going to pass out, but he cried instead and gave Derek probably the best blowjob he’d ever gotten.

When Derek opened the door of the car at the school, the air was heavy with Stiles’ scent. He didn’t know if Stiles had been here recently, had rubbed himself on posts, or had peed on something. (Knowing Stiles, he and Scott went around peeing on Beacon Hills High School just for the fun of it.)

Derek ran to the field and found Scott sitting on the bleachers with Isaac, Allison, and Lydia. They grinned as he ran towards them.

“This is so exciting!” Allison exclaimed, clapping her hands.

“You’re making good time,” Lydia said as she checked her phone. “Faster than Stiles predicted. I told him he underestimated how much you wanted to get to him.”

Derek didn’t care enough to blush because they knew where the mating run was leading. Stiles’ scent was so thick right here, like he’d rubbed himself on each of his friends, and rolled around in the grass. Which he probably did. Then Derek started thinking about Stiles rolling around in the grass, naked, and he only came back to himself when he heard the others talking.

“Earth to Derek,” Scott said.

“His eyes are much bluer than they were,” Lydia stated.

“And he’s wolfed out,” Allison added.

“I’m more concerned about the fact that he’s half hard in his pants,” Isaac said.

“It’s natural,” Lydia said. “You can’t imagine how difficult this is for him.”

“I’m surprised he’s not humping the bleachers where Stiles was sitting, honestly,” Scott said.

“Better get a hold of himself before he goes to see the sheriff,” Isaac said.

“Dude! You’re not supposed to tell him the next stop!” Scott frowned as he handed Derek a blank speeding ticket. “Here’s your clue anyway.”

Derek grabbed it and ran back to the car, the others catcalling and yelling behind him. If the next stop was to see the sheriff, that meant it was the last one before he finally got to Stiles.

The inside of his car made it difficult for Derek to concentrate or even breathe. Everything smelled so much like Stiles. The book, the jersey, the scent of Stiles outside and inside of the car. Derek felt like he was going out of his mind. He just wanted to take off running in any direction until he found him, but he knew that would take much longer than using the clues. His mother had told him to enjoy the mating run, but it was almost impossible when he felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin if he didn’t find his mate soon. He glanced at his crotch, and Isaac hadn’t been lying. Derek was half hard in his pants. Dammit, he should have worn something looser.

He barely registered the ride to Stiles’ house. He parked in the driveway behind the cruiser and ran to the porch. The sheriff opened the door before he took the last step. “Derek.”

“Sir.”

The sheriff smiled and stepped aside to let Derek inside. Which was torture. Stiles’ scent was all around him, thick and heavy. He could taste Stiles on his tongue, and his fingers itched to touch.

“It’ll be all right, son,” the sheriff said, touching Derek’s shoulder. Derek hadn’t realized until then that he’d been whining. “Just a little longer, and then you’re stuck with him forever.” The sheriff gave him a smirk, but Derek knew just how happy he was for them.

“I didn’t think it’d be this difficult to be away from him.”

“Remember this when you’re both yelling and slamming doors.”

“We do that already.” Derek smiled.

“Do you have the rings?” the sheriff asked, and Derek reached beneath the collar of his shirt and pulled out the strand of leather. The sheriff nodded in approval. “I’m so happy for you both. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to take care of him.”

“I know. I love him, and I’ll always take care of him.”

“I know that.” The sheriff placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder and squeezed. “Welcome to the family.” Then, he gave Derek a piece of a paper with directions on it. “Go find him. He’s waiting for you.”

Derek took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with Stiles, and then ran back to the Camaro. The directions took him back to the Preserve, not far from where he started. He drove his car as far as he could, then got out and ran the rest of the way by instinct. His body could feel the pull of the bond, so close now, and his nose was filled with Stiles’ scent hanging in the air. When he got closer, he was able to hone immediately onto Stiles’ erratic heartbeat, beating slightly fast, but mostly calm. Waiting.

Waiting for Derek.

That thought made Derek lift his face to the sky and howl. His mate was close and waiting for him. He couldn’t be happier than this moment.

Finally, Derek broke the treeline to find a small cabin nestled between trees. It was almost hidden if you didn’t know it was there. Unmistakably, Stiles was inside. Derek could hear the creak of the bed as Stiles jiggled his leg nervously.

Derek felt like he could breathe again.

He forced himself to go slow as he walked towards the cabin, up the few steps, and across the porch. He paused, listening to Stiles on the other side of the door. Stiles knew he was there, his scent changed and emanating so strongly that it filled the forest air. Stiles smelled excited and joyous now that Derek was close.

Mine, Derek thought as he opened the door. Stiles was seated on the edge of the bed. When he saw Derek, his face broke into the most beautiful smile.

“Took you long enough,” Stiles said, standing as Derek rushed towards him and lifted him into his arms. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and kissed him deeply. “I thought you’d never find me.”

“It hasn’t been that long,” Derek protested between kisses.

“Long enough.”

Derek set Stiles back onto the floor and yanked the leather from around his neck. He dropped the two rings into his hand, and watched as Stiles took one, and then he took the other. Derek lifted Stiles’ hand and slid the ring onto his finger. “With this ring, you pledge to be mine forever.”

Stiles did the same to Derek, saying, “With this ring, you pledge to be mine forever.”

“Mine,” Derek growled, his eyes burning as he shifted, the metal burning his skin like a brand. He was Stiles’ and Stiles was his. “Mine.”

“I’m yours,” Stiles breathed against him. He bared his neck and whispered, “Claim me.”

Derek growled before leaning forward and biting down.

Later, Stiles told Derek how he’d spent the last day preparing the small cottage for their mating. “I know we’re supposed to be here for three days, so I hope we’ll do something other than have sex. I worked really hard on fixing this cottage up for us!”

“It looks wonderful,” Derek mumbled against Stiles’ belly where he was licking and nibbling.

“You haven’t looked at it at all,” Stiles said flatly.

“I will, I promise.”

“I even lit candles!”

“You’re perfect,” Derek said before trailing a line of kisses lower.

They’d have three days to check out the cabin before the Pack came to see them as the last part of the ritual. Derek wasn’t thinking about that right now. They’d only been together for half an hour, and they had three long days to be together. Stiles had a bite on his neck and an assortment of bruises sucked into his skin, but they were just getting started. Derek had plans still.

Derek grinned against Stiles’ skin as Stiles said, “I love you,” his fingers carding through Derek’s hair.

Derek pushed up so they were eye to eye, stared at Stiles’ face, and couldn’t believe his luck, that this man was his. “I love you, too. Forever.”

“Forever,” Stiles said, then pulled Derek down for a kiss.

-fin

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who are you really?

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pairing: Stiles x Derek

word count: 5763

warnings: blowjobs (because apparently shower blowjobs is a thing in this story); rougher than usual (?) sex (i don’t know what people would consider rough sex in fic so I’m just putting it just in case); let me know if i missed anything!

notes: this is pretty much filler, but have some relatively happy domestic sterek!

“He’s just tired I think, we had a talk after you and Scott left.”

“Did he actually say anything? Or was it mostly deflection?”

“Well, he tried. But I can be very patient and persistent when I want to be. He opened up to me,” Derek sounded so fond and content.

I tried not to move or let anything about me change right now. I wanted to see where this went. I was still half-asleep so I just had to stay like that for as long as possible and Derek wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

“I won’t ask you to tell me what he said, because that’s not fair to you, but can you just tell me if he’s okay? I just–I worry about him. He’s so young to have so much on his shoulders. His mom dying was bad enough but then to have to deal with the extra responsibility of becoming an Alpha with no pack… he was so lost and confused. I couldn’t help him, I didn’t know how, and I was trying to deal with it but I started drinking… I let him down.” Dad sounded so dejected, more upset than I had heard him in a while. I hadn’t even realized he had felt this way.

This was making it harder to stay like this. But I wanted to know what was happening, I wanted them to be able to talk, this would help them. And even if dad wasn’t a wolf, he was still pack.

“Sir–”

“Please Derek, call me Noah.”

“Noah. I don’t think you let Stiles down at all. I think you raised him as best you could, and I might be biased but I think you did a great job. He’s kind and compassionate, hilarious, crazy smart, and a great Alpha. Your wife died, nobody expected you to get through that without caring. You were devastated and Stiles understands, because he was too. Stiles is doing just fine, Noah,” Derek reassured him.

“Thank you Derek, he’s wonderful, best thing I ever did, but I still worry. He just has so much on his shoulders and he doesn’t always talk to me about it. I’m glad he has you, to help him and support him. And Claudia loved you, was actually excited about you becoming her son before…” Dad trailed off, not needing to say anything else.

“I’m really sorry about Claudia. She was always such a nice woman, and truly my mom’s best friend. I would have been proud to be considered her son,” Derek told my dad. I couldn’t stay ‘sleeping’ any longer, I had too many emotions running through me.

I shifted a little on Derek, stretching and making sleepy noises.

“Have a nice nap, kid?” Dad asked me from the doorway, smirk evident in his voice. I blinked sleepily up at him and grunted in response.

“Are you still tired? Do you want to go back to sleep?” Derek whispered, running his hand over my hair and my cheek.

I smiled at him, “I’m okay. Are you guys hungry? I can make us some dinner.” I rolled off Derek, almost falling to the floor before I caught myself.

“I’m not really hungry, but maybe you guys should go out and get something to eat? You’ve been cooped up in this house and you deserve a treat. You did a great job this weekend,” Dad told me.

“Yeah, come on baby, I’ll take you for dinner. Where do you wanna go?” Derek asked me, standing up and heading to the kitchen. I followed him.

“Whoa, why are you taking me? Why not the other way around? Because I’m younger?” I demanded, mostly just being difficult.

“No, love, because I have way more money and you worked hard this weekend. I want to show my respect and appreciation for my wonderful Alpha,” he countered. He kissed me and nudged me towards my shoes.

“Fine, fine. You pick though, if you’re paying.” I put my coat on and tossed Derek his.

“Noah, are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Derek asked dad as he put on his coat and shoes.

“No,” Dad answered. “You guys go ahead. You haven’t really had much of an opportunity to go on a date or anything, and you both deserve it. Just don’t be out too late–it is a school night. I have to go back into work for the night shift, so I’ll probably be gone when you get back. Have a good time,” he smiled at us and went upstairs to change. I took that as our cue to leave.

I was about to climb into the Jeep when Derek yanked me out and dragged me over to his car.

“Dude!” I protested and flailed.

“Hey, I’m taking you on a date, that means I’m driving. Come on, you did so much for me this week, let me do this for you, please?” He was practically begging, pouting and trailing kisses along my throat. How could I resist?

“Alright, you drive,” I relented, laughing at his persistent pouting. He kept kissing my neck, pulling me in closer to him. “Dude, if you keep this up we aren’t going to be eating, we’ll just end up fucking in your car.”

“I don’t see the problem,” he moaned against my collar bone, sucking quickly disappearing marks into the skin there.

Thanking whatever divine presence there was for the dark that made us invisible to all prying eyes, I shoved him against the side of his car, growling low in my chest and sinking my teeth into the mark on his shoulder. He groaned and went lax under my hands. I licked the mark, hearing him moan quietly.

“Now,” I whispered as I pulled away from his shoulder and brought my red eyes up to his blue. “As much as I want to fuck you, and believe me I do,” I rubbed the front of my jeans against his to prove just how much, “I thought you wanted to take me on a date?”

“I do,” he whispered back and there was a slight growl in his voice. God, he really made it difficult to concentrate.

“How about we pick this up when we get back,” I suggested with a quick kiss. I smirked at the eager look in his eyes.

“Okay, let’s go eat,” Derek conceded, smiling back at me as I pushed away from the car and went to the passenger seat of the Camaro. He drove to a little diner in the middle of town. It wasn’t anything special but they had the best pie that money could buy. He must have talked to Scott because this is my favourite place to eat.

“Hold on, let me get the door for you,” he said, laughing at the fact that I was practically vibrating with excitement. It felt good to get out of the house and go on an actual date with Derek.

Once the door was open he grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a kiss, a short but disorientingly perfect kiss. He pulled away and I pouted, momentarily forgetting about where we were and why we were here.

“I thought I was taking you on a date?” He asked smugly, before leaning in to whisper in my ear: “Unless the offer of fucking in the car still stands.”

I shivered, nipping playfully at his ear to try and hide just how much he was affecting me.

“Well, I’m starving but if you want me to skip dinner…” I teased, smirking right back at him. He just laughed and started walking into the diner, dragging me along with him.

When we had found an empty booth, a waitress came over to give us menus and take our drink orders. I was going to let Derek order first but he looked at me pointedly, meaning he wanted me to go first. Ever the gentleman.

“I’ll just have a Dr. Pepper and a water,” I told her, smiling politely. Not that she even saw it.

“And what can I get you?” The suggestion clear in her voice, and body language, and chemo signals. I understood how attractive Derek was, and this was something I should probably get used to, but it took every ounce of control not to growl and pull Derek in for a kiss to show dominance.

“I’ll have the same,” Derek answered, barely even sparing the waitress (Ashley, according to her nametag) a glance. I smirked when I smelled her disappointment as she walked away. Derek raised his eyebrow at me, questioning my mood swings. I just shook my head, smiling brightly at him.

“So, do you know what you’re getting?” I asked him, not even bothering to open my menu. I got the same thing every time.

“Yeah, the bacon cheeseburger and extra curly fries,” he told me. Also not opening his menu.

“That’s what I was going to get!” I shouted, and then slapped my hand over my mouth when everyone turned to stare at me. “Sorry, I’m just excited,” I admitted, blushing at the fact that I was probably embarrassing the shit out of him right now.

“It’s alright, you’ve had a lot on your shoulders this weekend, you’re allowed to be a teenager sometimes,” he reassured me, squeezing my hand. I smiled at him, forever grateful to be mated with someone so understanding.

He was rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand when Ashley walked back over with the drinks. She looked at our joined hands for a moment before placing the drinks on the table and turning to Derek. I forced my hand to stay where it was and looked down at the table, sure that my eyes were red.

“Have you decided what you want to order?” She asked Derek, probably fluttering her lashes at him.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll have a bacon cheeseburger with extra curly fries. Stiles?” Derek’s voice was heavy with concern. I took a deep breath to gain control and anchored myself to Derek’s hand in mine. Ashley turned to me, reluctant to take her eyes off Derek.

“I’ll have the same,” I told her, smiling. Okay, so maybe I let my teeth go just a little sharper than usual, and maybe I let red tinge my eyes for a second. But hey, she wouldn’t notice anything. At least, not really–she would just assume she was imagining things. She gasped and backed away quickly before practically running from the table.

“Stiles!” Derek admonished. I turned to him and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I said when I stopped laughing. Because I was for sure not giggling like a child. Derek raised an eyebrow at me again–the dude had expressive eyebrows.

“Are you telling me you didn’t notice?” I asked incredulously.

“Notice what, Stiles?” Derek demanded, absolutely and completely baffled about the current situation. He was actually oblivious, probably didn’t realize how often people hit on him.

“The fact that she was ready to fuck you right here in this booth, despite being fully aware of us,” I told him bluntly, squeezing his hand to emphasize the ‘us’.

He gaped at me, a blush rising up his neck and into his cheeks. “No she wasn’t,” he denied.

“Fine, I won’t say anything the next time she comes back and you pay attention,” I suggested. He just shook his head at me like I was crazy and changed the subject.

Ashley came back ten minutes later with our food and she seemed to have calmed down. She put our food down and turned to Derek, as I had expected.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” She asked, smiling brightly at Derek. I just leaned back in my seat and smirked. I was competitive and smug, I was aware of my flaws.

“No, thanks,” Derek said bluntly. I couldn’t help the joy that brought me, him being completely uninterested in her. I smiled broadly, which she happened to turn and see. She scoffed and stalked away, annoyed that a scrawny teenage boy held Derek’s interest more than she did.

“I’m not one of those people that likes to say ‘I told you so’, but…”

“Yes you are,” Derek corrected me, taking one of my fries before starting on his burger.

I laughed, “You’re right, I told you so. Dude, have you seen yourself? Do you know how people react to you?”

Derek ducked his head, but I could see the blush heating up his ears. “Stiles, stop. Not everyone sees me like you do,” he whispered.

“Derek,” I reached over to lift his chin so that he was looking at me. “You and me, that is all that matters. But I just want you to understand that you are so much better than you think you are, so much more than you see in yourself. But I get it,” I admitted.

He smiled at me, grabbing my hand and kissing it. He was still blushing but I don’t think he was embarrassed, more pleased than anything. “Thank you,” he whispered, ducking his head. “I’m starting to think that now that I have you – I have to have done something right.”

Now it was my turn to blush. “Eat your dinner,” I told him, trying to hide my embarrassment but I couldn’t find the energy to care too much. This was Derek and I loved him and there was no point in being embarrassed when he said something nice to me. This was supposed to be normal–healthy even.

I decided then that I wasn’t going to be embarrassed anymore when he complimented me, I was going to accept it and acknowledge that he truly meant what he was saying.

We ate our dinner in comfortable silence. It was nice, one of the best dates I had ever been on.

Okay, it was one of the only dates I had been on, but still. If I had been on any number of dates, this would probably still top the list. It was Derek, and smiles, and the best burgers and fires one could buy in Beacon Hills. How could it get any better?

“Are we all finished here? Can I get you anything else? Dessert?” Derek and I looked up at the new waiter. I listened to see if Ashley had left, maybe her shift had ended?

Nope, she was still here. I tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back my laugh. She was avoiding us.

“… why he’s with someone like him. He’s definitely a few years older, and completely out of his league. I’m so much hotter than that kid anyways…” She was muttering to herself in the back.

“Stiles, do you have a favourite pie?” Derek asked. He seemed to be unaware of Ashley’s commentary, which was probably for the best. Derek didn’t exactly deal well with people insulting me.

“Can we get an apple pie to-go?” I asked the waiter, smiling politely.

He flashed me a slightly too-friendly smile in return. “Of course,” he answered. I felt his hand brush mine as he grabbed our dishes. Wow, were Derek and I giving off some sort of signal here?

I could hear a growl building up in Derek’s throat and was glad when the waiter left with our plates quickly.

I reached across the table to grab Derek’s hand–if I touched him, his scent would cover the waiter’s scent and that would probably calm him down.

After about a minute he relaxed and the tension left his shoulders.

“People are really testing our patience tonight, aren’t they?” I joked with him, kissing his knuckles. The second waiter came back with the pie just then, and I wasn’t sure if he had heard me. Either way, he acted as though he hadn’t.

“Alright, here you are,” he announced, placing the box on the table between us. “is there–”

“Just the bill, please,” Derek said, glaring openly at the waiter. ‘Steven’, according to the nametag.

Steven’s heartrate increased at the dangerously annoyed look in Derek’s eyes and quietly slid the bill over. Derek pulled out the correct amount of cash from his wallet, slammed it on the table, and left the booth. I followed quickly, a wide smile on my face.

God, I was going to be getting some good sex tonight.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” I asked him when we were almost to the car, feigning innocence.

He pushed me against the side of the Camaro, his body pressed against mine. “He touched you” was the only answer that I got before he started trying to leave marks all over my neck.

“Are you jealous? Did you think I wanted him?” I teased, trying to get him riled up a little more.

He just growled, grinding against me like he was hoping the friction might tear a hole through my jeans.

I ran my hand up his back and into his hair, my fingers combing through the strands before flipping us around and tugging his head to the side, giving me better access to his throat. He whined, high and needy. I was very happy nobody could hear us, but we definitely needed to get home before this escalated and he started wolfing out.

“Okay baby, I’m driving us home,” I mumbled against his jugular. It was a sign of how far gone he was that he didn’t bother arguing with me and just got into the passenger seat while I got behind the wheel. I pealed out of the parking lot, and was home faster than was probably legal, but I was keeping myself just barely under control, and the whines and heavy scent of Derek’s arousal were not helping.

“Okay, upstairs. Then I’ll show you just how much I only want you, alright baby?”

Derek could only nod before he was bolting upstairs. I put the pie on the counter, taking my time. I wanted him, badly, but if I stayed calm and didn’t rush, Derek would only get that much more worked up and that would make everything so much better. Not that it wasn’t unbelievably fantastic last time.

I forced myself to walk up the stairs at a normal pace and I was so fucking happy I had when I got to my room and saw Derek.

He was on all fours on my bed, his clothes all over my room like he had ripped them off in a rush. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes glowing and a whine coming from his throat. He was the picture of desperate and needy. And he was all mine. I breathed out shakily and I then proceeded to frantically rip off my clothes. I had planned on taking this slowly but I needed to feel his skin against mine, I needed to hear him moan my name and beg for more.

I pounced on the bed behind him and pressed a finger to his hole.

I groaned when it slid in with no resistance. “Fuck, Der,” I moaned and added another finger. “Did you stretch yourself open when you were waiting?”

He groaned and pushed against my fingers. “Yes, I need you, please Stiles,” he begged. He was trying to fuck himself on my fingers but I pulled my hand back so he couldn’t. I heard a desperate sob and another “please.”

I shushed him, stroking his thigh soothingly. “It’s alright baby, I just want to show you how much I love you, can you be patient?” I asked as I slid one finger back in slowly.

He whimpered but nodded. I kept stretching him out slowly, telling him how good he is, how perfect. Once he was stretched more than enough I pulled my fingers out. Derek made a panicked sound before I covered his back with my body. He noticeably calmed down.

“You’re such a good boy for me Der, so perfect,” I whispered against his skin. “I’m gonna show you just how perfect you are for me; do you want that?” Before I had even gotten the whole question out he was moaning and pushing back against my cock.

“Yes Stiles, please, please, please,” he begged.

He was almost wolfed out, I could hear it. I slid into him and groaned against his skin. Derek groaned, his face pressed into a pillow to muffle the sound.

I couldn’t have that.

“No baby, come on, I want to hear every beautiful sound you make. It makes me so happy to hear how good I can make you feel,” I told him as I began to move in and out of him slowly. God, how was he still so tight around me? It was taking everything I had to not start fucking him into the mattress. But I had a plan and I wanted to stick to it.

“Stiles, please,” he begged.

“Oh baby, I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry,” I told him quietly speeding up only slightly.

“Stiles, that girl at the restaurant,” he said. I growled warningly and grabbed his hips and pounded into him a couple times before calming down again.

“Stiles, she wanted me. She thought she was good enough for me, that I should want her instead. Show me how wrong she is and wreck me, my Alpha,” he goaded. His words had the effect he wanted.

I completely lost control and the wolf took over. I started fucking him relentlessly and leaned over him, biting and sucking every inch of skin I could reach, wanting to mark him, to show everyone that he was mine.

“Oh fuck, yes Stiles, I’m yours, only yours,” I heard Derek saying, which appeased my wolf.

“Mine,” I growled in agreement. I was close and I could smell that he was, too. I reached around to grab his cock and had barely touched him before he was tensing up around me and shouting my name as he came on the bed.

His orgasm pushed me over the edge and I thrusted twice before biting the mark on his shoulder and cumming in him. I moaned against his skin, letting the feeling of my climax wash over me this time.

When I had come down from the sex high I pulled out of Derek. When I saw my cum start leaking out of him I whined and began trying to push it back in. I wasn’t fully aware of what I was doing until I heard Derek whine, probably from overstimulation.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whispered sheepishly. “I didn’t even think, it was just instinct,” I admitted as I lay beside him and pulled him closer to cuddle. I buried my nose in the crook of his neck; my wolf was elated that I could smell myself on him, that he was properly marked and everyone would know.

Well, anyone who was a werewolf.

“I know Mischief, it’s pretty normal,” he told me.

“Okay, good. I know I’m an Alpha so I should probably have a better idea of what the fuck I’m doing but I honestly have no clue. I’m pretty much going on instinct and logic and hoping I’m doing okay,” I said.

“I promise, you’re doing a great job, and anytime you have questions I am here to help. That’s my job, I want to help you,” he said, turning his head to look up at me. I smiled and pulled him up so I could kiss him, trying to put everything I was feeling and everything I wanted to say into it.

“By the way, I had a plan. You derailed my sex-plan,” I admonished him jokingly.

“Your ‘sex-plan’?”

“I was going go slow and show you just how much I love you and how perfect we are for each other. That is, until you got me to go full-Alpha and fuck you senseless,” I explained. “Not that I didn’t like your way.”

“Well, who’s saying you can’t still show me?” He asked, climbing onto me. I grinned at him, flipping us over.

“That’s true, I wouldn’t want to leave you feeling anything less than adored,” I smirked and kissed him. Derek really was perfect for me and fuck, I really did love him.

“Well, I really liked your plan,” Derek told me an hour later. I was in his arms as he ran his hand over my hair, which was almost long enough to grab. Which brought new possibilities…

“I’m glad,” I told him, smiling and storing away my hair-grabbing thoughts for later. I wanted to enjoy this, laying here where we could pretend the outside problems didn’t exist. “Though, I think your plan was pretty good, too. I didn’t realize I would get that possessive so easily,” I said.

He smirked, he was still very smug that I was any level of possessive over him. I didn’t understand what there was about me to be proud of, but I wasn’t going to question my luck.

“We should probably get some sleep,” he suggested. “You have school tomorrow, and I have to get back to looking for stuff about the Alpha. I was thinking about going to see your dad about what they found out about Laura.”

“You should talk to Deaton, too,” I told him, shifting around to our regular sleeping position–him in my arms.

“Who?”

“Alan Deaton, he’s the vet in town. He was Hale Pack Emissary, and he helped me a lot after my mom died,” I told him.

“What? What is an Emissary?” Derek looked genuinely confused by this information.

“How about we go tomorrow, he can explain it to you. I don’t know everything and I won’t be able to answer all your questions,” I explained. He nodded reluctantly, probably hating the fact that he had to wait. I laughed.

“Let’s sleep, Der,” I whispered. He closed his eyes, smiling when I started running my fingers through his hair.

Derek fell asleep fairly quickly, which was no surprise after the long day we’d had. I felt wide awake, but the next thing I knew, I was waking up to my alarm.

“Ugh, why does school have to be so early?” Derek groaned, rolling away.

“Dude, you don’t even have to get up!” I complained, walking to the bathroom for a shower.

“Uh, well, you know, maybe I should shower,” Derek said, following me to the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes, laughing. “Yeah? Is that so?”

“Well, after last night…”

“Yeah, sure, that’s what you mean. So, you won’t mind if I keep my hands to myself?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“Oh, that’s perfectly alright with me,” he said, grinning widely before dropping to his knees. I just stared as he took me in his mouth.

And wow, this was… fucking magnificent. I leaned against the wall and groaned. His mouth was so warm and wet.

My hips jerked involuntarily into his mouth. He moaned–and fuck that was great, he should do that again.

“Der-ek,” I groaned again, grabbing his hair to keep me grounded. It was so good I felt like I was going to float out of my body forever.

I was so close, and when I told him this he slid a finger over my hole, letting it slip in a little, and then I was cumming down his throat. I had to shove my fist in my mouth to keep from shouting and then waking up my dad. He was a heavy sleeper, but not that heavy.

Then Derek was standing and holding me up because I felt like my legs were made of jelly and would collapse any moment.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, kissing him hard.

“I wanted to repay you for our other shower,” he told me, smiling sweetly.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Now, we really should shower,” I said, laughing. He laughed too, and grabbed the soap.

I drove to school, and Derek came with me. He said it was because he wanted to run some errands, and the Jeep was less obvious, but I think it was because he wanted people to see us together. I was perfectly okay with that.

Even with the longer than usual shower we still got to the school earlier than most people. So we used the extra time productively – Derek crawled over to my side of the Jeep and we made out.

“Dude,” Scott whispered as he walked over to the Jeep. We broke apart, breathing heavily. Derek opened the door and jumped down from his seat on my lap and I followed, grabbing the keys to give to Derek.

“Hey Scotty,” I greeted, pulling him in for a hug. After the weekend he had smelled a lot like pack, and he still did mostly, but it had faded. Derek pulled him in for a hug, too.

“So, is Isaac around here?” Derek asked, looking around like he thought he might be able to figure it out on his own.

“Uh, yeah, he’s over at the bike rack, locking his bike to it…” Scott said, looking at his shoes like he was embarrassed that he knew where Isaac was without looking.

It was actually adorable how much he liked Isaac, but I didn’t want to bug him about it. Yet.

“We should go say hi!” I said excitedly, grabbing Derek’s hand and dragging him along with me.

Isaac looked surprised when he realized we were walking towards him, but he seemed pleased that Scott was with us. That was good.

“Hey guys,” he smiled shyly at us.

“Hi, Isaac,” Scott replied quietly.

Too cute for words. I could barely stand the emotions flying between them.

“Isaac, this is my boyfriend Derek, he wanted to meet you,” I told him, forcing myself not to say anything that might embarrass Scott or Isaac.

“Hey,” Derek said, smiling.

Isaac smiled back at him and was about to say something before a car door slammed and he jumped away from the noise. Scott immediately stepped between him and – Jackson had just got out of his car.

The level of fear coming off Isaac couldn’t be just from Jackson, something was definitely happening to this kid.

“Seriously, I don’t get it, what is the appeal of Stilinski? You are obviously way out of his league,” Jackson demanded, seemingly annoyed at the fact that we had the audacity to exist in front of him.

“Jackson, seriously, did you learn nothing last week?” I turned my head to see Lydia standing beside Scott and Isaac, Allison on their other side.

“Stiles is beautiful,” Derek answered Jackson’s question like it was an obvious answer and he couldn’t understand why somebody couldn’t see it. I knew he thought it, but it still thrilled me every time he said it.

“Is it because he’ll take it whenever you want some?” Jackson asked, smirking. I wasn’t even going to deign that with a response but apparently Derek felt like continuing this interview.

“Stiles doesn’t ‘take it,’ as you so tactlessly put it.”

Apparently Jackson hadn’t been expecting that Derek was the bottom in the relationship, because he couldn’t get out any response that sounded like coherent English.

Derek smirked, turning to me. “I should get going, I’ll pick you up after school and we can take Scott to work and talk to Deaton,” Derek kissed me. He traded me his jacket for my keys and I smiled. He was so territorial and it made me happy that he cared enough.

“Okay, love you,” I called after him before turning to my friends.

“You need to talk to Deaton?” Scott asked, confused. I couldn’t explain everything with Allison, Lydia, Isaac, and Jackson standing with us, but I could give the truth without the supernatural details.

“Yeah, Deaton knew and worked for Talia Hale, and Derek just wanted to ask–”

I was interrupted by Jackson finally being able to come up with a response to Derek being bluntly honest. “He’s the bitch in the relationship?”

I growled, possibly a little too primal, but I was using all of my control to stop myself from slashing his throat.

“Don’t you ever say that to me again. Firstly, who fucks who in my sex life is none of your business, and secondly, just because he’s the bottom does not make him the bitch. Take your heteronormative ideals and shove them–”

“Stiles! You need to calm down,” Scott told me urgently, and I could tell he meant that I was very close to losing control. He wasn’t wrong.

I took a deep breath, keeping my eyes on Scott. “Where’s your tattoo?” He whispered.

I pulled my shirt up to look at the wolf curled up on my rib cage, brushing my fingers over it. It wasn’t moving, maybe because there were humans around–it was a magic tattoo, it had its own rules. I took another deep breath, feeling myself relax.

“Okay, I’m okay,” I said. And I meant it, I was okay.

“Let’s go to English,” Allison suggested, trying to get us out of the tense situation. She really was great.

We all nodded and started walking into the school, leaving Jackson standing by the bike rack.

Allison started walking with Isaac and Scott, and they started talking about the homework. Lydia, however, fell into step with me and pulled my arm a little to slow us down and keep us out of ear shot.

“So, you have a tattoo,” she noted. She made it seem like a question and an observation at the same time.

“Uh, yeah, I got it last week,” I said. It wasn’t a lie. I just didn’t mean it the way she thought I did.

“It’s a wolf?” She asked, seeming like she was trying to get all the facts before figuring something out.

“Yeah…” I said, unsure where she was going with this, but I could see in her expression that she was definitely going somewhere.

“We need to talk later,” she said urgently. “Alone.”

I sat in my seat beside Scott, and she sat between Allison and Isaac. She turned her head one last time to give me a look full of meaning before she pulled out her book and gave all of her attention to the front of the class where the teacher had just started talking.

I didn’t know why, but for some reason I felt like… she knows.

She knows I’m a werewolf.

Fuck.

#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #who are you really #writing #john stilinski #noah stilinski #sheriff stilinski #scott mccall #lydia martin #allison argent #isaac lahey #jackson whittemore #fanfic #my writing #otp: how do you know if you're still dreaming?#teen wolf

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I wanted to make something funny and @reidbyers posted this fun Sentence Starters list. So blame Jen for this... J/K I tried to get them all. This is the most shit post ever... Now I am paranoid I have read something like this before. Oh well.

Penelope had gathered everyone together for an impromptu “Team Building Seminar” at a local bar & grille. The establishment had a western theme, so she had somehow bamboozled an assortment of child-sized cowboy and cowgirl hats for the team to wear. The BAU team: Hotch, Rossi, Reid, JJ, Prentiss and her one and only Boo-thang Derek Morgan were all there seated around a banquet sized table in a private room next to the kitchen.

“Attention. I need attention.” Garcia began, her bright pink hat, nestled at an intentional angle on her curly head. The team was not getting the point, so she held up her toy pistol and shot the cap gun off. *snap* *snap*

Six sets of eyes slowly made their way to their hostess and tech analyst.

“Baby Girl, is 'no' an emotion? Because I'm feeling it." Derek teased from his lazy perch next to Rossi. He had kindly wore his black and silver cowboy hat at an angle like hers, but what he was really excited to wear was the Bolo tie.

Garcia rolled her eyes and tried to get the group back in line. “Guys, we are starting with a round of questions. Just quick responses, don’t think too hard. Almost like word association.” She looked around the table, ensuring everyone was playing along. “ Which layer of hell do you think you're going to?”

“Seven.” Derek shouted out, rather robustly. Reid looked at him, impressed that he knew the circles and had chosen a decently appropriate one. Spencer had to readjust his purple cowboy hat again, it kept on slipping. But actually it was JJ and Emily lightly tapping it from either side of him.

“Ninth,” mumbled Prentiss.

“Definitely sixth for me, too much sway with the press,” JJ admitted, taking a long pull off her pint.

“I don’t believe in hell, but if I did I think I would be banished to the second circle.” Reid pondered.

“Reid? Isn’t that the sexy one?” Garcia’s mouth was hanging open. “Nevermind, moving on: I am going with circle 8, hacking is kind of a multifaceted dominion.”

Everyone turned to look at Rossi for his answer, but he was looking at his phone screen. Derek nudged the older man.

“Oh, sorry. If a conversation goes on too long without being about me, I'm out.” He explained. Garcia nodded, but kept the exercises coming.

“I am going to start with a question and I want you guys to build a conversation around it. Only one sentence and then it’s the next person’s turn.”

Garcia flipped through her index cards, they were electric green. She grinned when she found the question she was looking for, she turned to Hotch at the head of the table.

“Sir, you start then we will finish going clockwise.” Everyone nodded. "Are we just friends or is this flirting serious?"

Without missing a beat or loosening his gold sequenced cowboy hat, Hotch replied, “Contrary to popular belief I'm actually soft and have feelings.”

It was now JJ’s turn, “Why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?"

Reid was not quite getting the game, he looked around the room at his team mates’ faces and thought for a minute, maybe longer. "I don't wanna get involved in drama I just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened."

Emily slapped the table in a muted fit of laughter, "Fill your heart with bees. If someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees."

Derek shook his head at her inappropriate outburst, “I panic a lot of other places besides the disco."

Rossi was looking at the room full of the Bureau’s finest and he couldn’t take it anymore, "All this sadness is bad for my skin."

Garcia hustled over to the senior agent and patted him on the back, the crocodile tears were shaking his frame. "Bro, you look so cute right now. Dude, you are so fucking adorable." She was so proud of the progress the question had brought about the team, she kept the game going. "I think I'm subconsciously trying to ruin my own life."

Hotch stood up and flipped his chair backwards, so he could straddle it. As he tossed his hat aside, he tossed his very short locks, "I don't want to look 'pretty', I want to look otherworldly and vaguely threatening."

JJ held her heart at Hotch’s honesty, "I may act like I'm sassy but if you're mean to me there's a 900% chance I'll cry."

Reid patted JJ’s back, slyly making a knot in her hair with her cowgirl hat’s drawstring. “Drugs? No thanks, the only 'high' I need is the natural rush you get from committing a murder."

Emily slid her chair closer to Derek and looked him right in his knowing eyes, "Why can't I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?" Derek grabbed her hands in comfort.

“I may be ugly but at least I have an ugly personality too. Consistency is key." The dark agent took a generous sip from his beer.

Rossi was now pacing the room, his hat trailing behind him like a cape. "I could win an Olympic gold medal in being ignored." Garcia had sat down in Rossi’s abandoned chair, putting her feet onto Derek’s lap. "What about netflix and kill?"

Hotch had been doing the chair routine from Flash dance as the team continued the training exercise. After he didn’t have a bucket of water to drop on himself, Reid grabbed the pitcher of beer to complete the choreography. “ Sorry for being awesome, loser." He spat at Reid, who didn’t know if he should clap or bow at their boss’s performance.

"Girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. I don't remember what I was going to say but I'm just gay." JJ had started talking as she kicked the chair that Reid had left towards Emily. Emily was ignoring her while she continued to comfort Morgan. Reid quickly returned with his abused chair, sitting beside Hotch, trying to mimic his stance.

“My kink is being right." He offered to his boss.

Emily barely controlled her laugh, cradling Derek’s bald head in her lap. "I am bysexual as in I'm not interested, goodbye." Derek was crying too hard to take his turn.

Rossi shouted his answer from the corner where he was now trying to get the waitress’s number. "My kink is being home alone."

Hotch had to put Reid in his place, the kid just didn’t have the skills to master the seminal 80s dance routine. "You're really sensitive for a selfish asshole." as Reid was starting to pout.

"No offense but why does everyone hate me?" Gideon said over speakerphone. JJ was angrily shredding straw wrappers and also trying to talk Reid down from actually groveling at Hotch’s wing-tips."I'm small, queer and something to fear."

Reid stormed off, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. He tapped his toe, waiting for Hotch’s apology. "I'm a strong independent introvert who don't need no social life."

Emily looked over the puddles of spilled drinks and empty beer bottles, as if seeing JJ for the first time. "She's beauty, she's grace, she's me."

Derek sat up, realizing Emily wasn’t in the comforting kink anymore. "I'm cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive"

Garcia decided she should begin to wrap up the activity, too many people had left the table. Besides the next booking, a Bat Mitzvah, the family had begun bringing in decorations. "I'm beautiful and underappreciated."

Rossi was kissing the neck of the waitress in the corner, slipping the young Jewish kid a twenty to take pictures. "To be honest I just need a hug."

Hotch was refusing to apologize to Reid, but he did know what would cheer him up. "Wanna watch this murder documentary with me?" He proudly held up his phone, teasing Reid’s curiosity.

JJ was sending spit wads across the table at Morgan while Emily kept score."I may act like I'm clueless but actually know what's going on at all times."

Reid gave in and mumbled, "I try not to sound like an asshole but it's really hard because I am an asshole," to Hotch, who let him sit on his lap to finish the You Tube video together.

Emily looked between Derek and JJ’s turf war and shrugged her shoulders. “This could be less hetero.”

Derek clapped as JJ spiked another mushy ball into his glass. "I can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, I have a big heart and can't treat people badly, that's just not me."

Penelope was in the corner, prying hand-sy Rossi off of the help. The waitress whined at the blonde, “Please! I'm so tired of not being a multimillionaire." She held out her hands in longing as the surprising strong tech angel pushed her back into the hallway.

Garcia stomped her feet in frustration. The team was a mess, they hadn’t even kept their hats on. Well except for JJ and Reid, but she was pretty sure she would have to cut JJ’s hat out of her hair later. “Guys? I'd love to relax but that's just not realistic."

Everyone stopped where they were. Hotch and Reid were watching the gag reel at the end of the documentary. JJ had won Emily in the battle of the spitballs, so she held her over her shoulder like a caveman and a fresh meal. Derek was trying to catch Rossi’s attention, because the Jewish kid was still recording with the famous author’s phone. Rossi was preening, trying to straighten his cowboy ensemble after his make out session.

Reid trembled at being chastised, again. "I don't have a nervous system. I'm a nervous system."

Hotch patted the thin man’s back, trying to console him. "I have this problem where I isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because I'm lonely."

Derek walked over to comfort Hotch now, "I'm the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know."

Emily was really annoyed at being carried around the room by now. "Why do I get struggles instead of snuggles?"

Rossi nodded at Garcia, she was done with this HR mandated crap fest. He graciously footed the bill and left.

Garcia stormed off closely behind the BAU veteran. Calling behind her back, "This is it, this is how I die: Lack of attention."

#i am so bored #Criminal Minds #shitpost #lol #what did i just do #sorry if you wrote something like this #my brain feels like it read something similiar #i read too much fanfic

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