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panevanbuckley · 4 months
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soulmate au where your soulmate's thoughts appear on your skin except your soulmate has adhd and your body becomes a living canvas of nonsensical, never-ending, constantly entertaining trails of thought
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Derek: Did you have a good day?
Isaac: Yes.
Stiles: No.
Isaac, to Stiles: Shut up.
Derek: So, you had a good day?
Isaac: Yes.
Stiles: No.
Isaac, to Stiles: Shut up!
Derek, to Isaac: You were meant to make sure he got some sleep.
Isaac: I made sure he got some sleep.
Stiles: He knocked me unconscious.
Isaac: It’s the same thing!
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stereksthings · 1 month
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someone said this reminds them of derek and stiles 😭
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imagine-sterek · 2 months
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Imagine actor Au where stiles and derek always and only play rivals or enemies in movies. But they’re married in real life.
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13ag21k · 10 months
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Character A *with their guns pointed at Character B*: get on your kneeees.
Character B *gets on their knees* *pulls a ring out*
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hedwig221b · 1 year
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“Where is he?” Stiles rumbled, glancing at each member of the pack in front of him, before settling his incinerating gaze on one person he once considered a brother. “Tell me, Scott, where is my husband?”
Stiles knew the moment it happened that something was terribly wrong. It was the middle of the night when he was woken up by a scorching hot fire, running up his entire body. It took him a full minute of panicked breathing to realize it wasn’t a nightmare, but the pain of his mate he felt through their bond. It stopped rather abruptly, but that did little to calm him.
He didn’t feel Derek. On the other end of the bond, blessedly still existing, there was no usual warmth and steady presence. There was nothing but agonizing emptiness.
Stiles knew, he felt that it was wrong to let Derek pick up their son from Beacon Hills alone. Eli whined all week that he missed his grandpa and Derek, who couldn’t for his life say ‘no’ to their son, volunteered to drive him over for a mini-vacation.
Stiles should have listened to his gut, tell his boss to fuck off and go with them.
It took one wave of a shaking hand to open the portal. He didn’t care about the magic exhaustion. He wanted his husband.
To say that BH residents were shocked to see the empty space in front of them tearing apart in a strobe of lightning…
“I couldn’t do anything,” Scott shook his head, looking up at him remorsefully. Stiles learnt long ago not to believe him.
“Papa!”
Eli.
Stiles raced to his son, who was sitting on the cold ground, reaching with both of his hands towards him. His entire face was red and wet from tears, though his eyes shined beautiful gold.
“Oh, pup,” he murmured, taking Eli into his arms. The boy put his forehead on his shoulder and sniffed silent tears. It was obvious he was in too much of a shock to tell anything — Eli clutched at his father’s back, digging into the skin with the claws, but Stiles paid them no mind.
As Stiles shushed his pup, scratching the back of his head, he looked up at Scott with murder in his eyes.
“Where is he?”
“Nogitsune,” Stiles’ father rasped. He looked almost as awful as his grandson.
“He sacrificed himself,” Scott interrupted him, clenching his jaw. “For the greater good. For the pa—“
Stiles shut him up with a growl he learnt from his husband.
“We have our own pack!”
“He helped kill the nogitsune,” Scott insisted, stepping closer, but then immediately flinching backwards at Stiles’ glare. “He died as a hero.”
Eli’s anxious and terrified breathing grew heavier.
“Shh,” Stiles muttered in his messy hair. “He didn’t die, pup, it’s alright.”
He didn’t know what the fuck happened that brought the fucking thing back, but apparently it had something to do with Derek’s disappearance.
Oh, he would never allow them to take another step in this forsaken place anymore.
“Nogitsune can’t be killed,” he grit out, taking Eli’s hands from him and standing up. “Dad, look after him. Take him to your house, make a mountain ash circle — he’s not in control yet.”
“Stiles…”
“Our bond is alive,” Stiles shouted, making everyone shut up again. “I don’t see a body, and I bet you didn’t scream, either,” he thrust an accusatory finger at the banshee, who just looked away in shame. “If I’m not back in an hour, call Kira.”
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“Papa?”
“Yes, pup?”
Eli stomped in one place near the bedroom door, glancing nervously at Stiles. He was afraid to look at his dad’s scarred face.
“Is he gonna live?”
Stiles looked up from his husband’s burnt red skin on his torso, but didn’t stop moving his glowing golden-white hands in an intricate pattern of healing magic. Derek already looked better than fifteen minutes ago. By the morning, Derek wouldn’t feel an ounce of pain and all his scars will be gone.
“Of course,” he smiled tiredly. “You know dad’s a tough cookie.”
Eli shuffled towards the bed and fell on his knees in front of it, putting his chin on the bed. He leaned on his side, putting half of his weight on Stiles’ legs. His big eyes didn’t leave his dad’s still body.
Stiles wanted to hug his little boy so much, but it will have to wait. For now he just nudged Eli with his toes, making him look up at him.
“I’m proud of you, Eli,” he said quietly. Eli squeezed his eyes shut and put his temple against Stiles’ knee, breathing harshly. “You shifted. That’s amazing.”
“Lot of good it did,” Eli muttered. “If I was faster…”
“Nuh-uh, the guilt wagon is stopping right now,” Stiles shook his head. “Dad wouldn’t have risked taking you with him back to that inside-out place. None of this is your fault, kiddo.”
Eli sniffed.
Suddenly, Derek grunted something under his breath. All attention instantly zeroed on the wolf, both his mate and his son waiting with bated breath for another sign of consciousness. One of Derek’s hands, lying closest to the edge, moved bit by bit, until it reached Stiles’ knee.
Eli sniffed once again, then carefully took his dad’s hand, mindful of still healing burns, and put it on Stiles’ knee, then laid his head on top. Clever pup, letting his Alpha know his pack was here.
“Eli,” Derek breathed out, his eyelids fluttering.
“Shh,” Stiles shushed immediately, lightly caressing his cheek with his glowing hand. “He’s alright.”
“Stiles.”
“I’m here, love. You’re safe.”
Derek relaxed once again, falling into much needed sleep.
“See,” Stiles said with a relieved smile, looking down at Eli, who finally had some hope in his puppy eyes and a wobbly smile on his lips. “Everything’s gonna be alright.”
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gusobrien · 5 months
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daddiesdrarryy · 1 month
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Remus: Are you okay?
Sirius: In what aspect? Physically, no injury whatsoever and no signs of exhaustion. Appearance wise, I’m not just okay, I’m a whole ass meal, Moony! We’re talking three courses, five stars!
Sirius: But mentally? I could use some therapy, I guess
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gotranting · 7 months
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I love how there are so many warnings for minors to not interact with smutty stories. I guess it is for the writers to shield themselves in a way.
But come on now. As if most of us didn't read the most filthiest of smut stories when we were 15. Some younger than that probably.
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thebookwormfanboy · 1 year
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Could not stop thinking about Dadbod!Derek so enjoy....
🎶Gimme A Big Boyyyyyyy🎶
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Y/N x Theo Raeken
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panevanbuckley · 11 months
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best ship dynamic is everyone thinking person a is a badass and person b is a softie but it turns out to be the other way around
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Imagine there’s an artist in Beacon Hills who’s famous for their work but no one knows who it is (like Banksy). Allison loves art, and drags the others to see an exhibition.
One particular piece catches their attention: a gorgeous sculpture of a nude body, from the thighs to the neck, and carved so to give the illusion that slender arms were holding a piece of fabric to their waist, covering their genitals, but the bare chest suggests it’s a male figure.
“Am I crazy in thinking that that looks like you?” Allison hesitantly asks Stiles.
Stiles snorts. “I’m flattered that you think I look that good.”
“I don’t know,” Scott says slowly. “I’ve seen you naked more times than I’d like.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Stiles says defensively.
“Allison’s right,” Scott says. “It kinda does look like you. The arms, the moles—even the dimple in the butt cheek.”
Stiles opens his mouth to object but hesitates. He looks closer at the details. His eyes go wide. It is his butt.
“Holy shit,” he whispers.
The others laugh it off and move on to other pieces but Stiles can’t take his mind off the statue. That’s when realisation hits him.
There is only person who has seen him naked often enough to be able to create such detail. His boyfriend. Derek.
The mysterious anonymous artist is Derek.
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stereksthings · 3 months
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sterek should have been canon :(
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imagine-sterek · 7 months
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Imagine stiles living next to Derek and he only ever catches glimpses of him through the window and Derek never leaves his house and has his groceries delivered and stiles always sees him doing random stuff in his home. Practicing magic, karaoke, learning dance moves, burning his dinner, re-enacting movie scenes and stiles completely thinks Derek is just a shut in who doesn’t leave the house so he goes over to introduce himself and that’s when stiles finds out Derek isn’t a shut in (well he is a homebody) but he’s actually just on house arrest. But don’t worry cause he was framed and he’s getting the whole thing thrown out of court soon anyways.
I can just imagine Stiles, the son of the Shreiff, climbing out his window, over the fence and in through Derek’s window to visit. And then when he goes home, he does everything he can to prove Derek’s innocent.
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casket-robin · 1 year
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If I had a nickel for every time I obsessed over a show that queerbaited us for years and then came back to make it half canon to then kill one part of the ship I'll have two nickels which it isn't much but it's weird that happened twice
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