For real we need more fics where Stiles crushes on Deputy Parrish and Derek is jealous.
"Wait, wait, wait," Stiles said, hauling Derek back. "Let me do it this time."
"Do what?" Derek asked.
"The seduction routine. I can absolutely flirt with that hot deputy.”
"And he can absolutely roll his eyes and tell you to beat it, because you’re his boss’s son.”
"Uh." Stiles paused. "Forbidden fruit is the sweetest? Also, he’s into Star Wars. We could always bond about Star Wars.”
Derek sighed and pushed gently at Stiles. “Forget it. I’m doing this.”
But Stiles didn’t budge. “Nope. C’mon, man. It ain’t gonna hurt if I, y’know, try to charm him. I’ve been told I’m very charming. Maybe he’ll fall for my flailing instead of my non-existent suave flirting, but he’ll still fall.”
"And I’ll rip his throat out," Derek muttered, under his breath, as Stiles turned to blink at him.
"Nothing," said Derek, letting his grin turn toothy and menacing. "But if you fail - and you will fail - then we’ll have to break into the police station the old-fashioned way, and if we get caught doing that, it’s be your fault.”
"My fault. Gotcha." Stiles cleared his throat, straightened his shirt and ambled confidently into the station.
Derek watched with narrowed eyes as Stiles leaned against the front counter, quirked a smile at Deputy Parrish, and got another smile in return. A far too friendly smile.
"Fuck it," Derek said, and marched in after him.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Stiles said, when Derek materialized at his shoulder and dug his fingers into Stiles’s shoulder.
"I just remembered we have something to do."
"Yeah," Stiles hissed, low enough for only Derek to hear. "And I’m trying to do that something, so maybe you could scram?"
"Oh, hello," Deputy Parrish said. "You’re Derek Hale, the ex-con, right?" His voice was a little too polite. “May I ask what you’re doing with the sheriff’s son?”
"None of your business," Derek spat, pulling Stiles closer against him as Stiles spluttered.
"Allow me to remind you that Stiles is still underage."
"Yeah? You didn’t seem to recall that, a couple seconds ago.”
"On the contrary, I have a photographic memory." Parrish’s tone was downright icy. "I don’t forget anything. Especially faces. I never forget faces. Particularly those that’ve been on Wanted posters.”
"Why the hell are you guys talking about me being of age?" Stiles squawked, and then followed that up with, "Hey!" when Derek literally dragged him out of the station without so much as a word of goodbye to Parrish, who followed their departure with a suspicious gaze.
"What the heck were you doing?" Stiles said accusingly, the moment they were out, shoving Derek off him. "I thought you were the one who didn’t want to break in the old-fashioned way!”
"Change of plans," Derek said, without bothering to explain himself any further.
"Change of plans, he says," Stiles mumbled to himself, running a frustrated hand over his hair. "I get it. You don’t think I’m sexy enough to seduce anyone, or cute enough to, I dunno, distract them, or whatever, but - ”
"Shut. Up," Derek said, and yanked Stiles in to kiss him.
Several minutes later, Stiles was plastered against the hood of Derek’s car, with his legs trembling and his scent thickening with musk and sweat and his mouth a soft, bruised red.
"Oh," Stiles said, eventually. "Oh.”
"Yes, ‘oh’." Derek drew away and walked across to the driver’s side. "Now get in the goddamn car. We have a breaking-and-entering to plan."
Sterek fic rec » No Homo by RemainNameless
“Yeah. Really. I’m totally secure and comfortable in my hereto— in my straightness, and I’m going to prove it.”
Derek raises this one stupid eyebrow, and Stiles knows what he’s gotta do.
“I need you to let me touch your junk, dude.”
Derek’s other eyebrow joins the first.
“It’s only gay if we’re actually gay,” Stiles says as it comes to him. “Which we’re not. So it’s just straight guy dick-touching.”
you forgot the best set….
Sterek AU: Stiles is a chess wunderkind and he’s been sent to learn from the world-famous Grandmaster, Derek Hale. The problem is, Derek is obscenely hot and when he’s around, Stiles finds it pretty hard to concentrate on chess. Who cares about protecting your king when you could be protecting your dick. With a condom. For sex. With Derek.
"I care. I care to the point where impaling you with my claws would hurt me as well.”
The first thing Stiles says after the nogitsune is banished from his body is, “I’m sorry. Oh my god, I’m so fucking sorry.”
His dad wraps him in a hug, presses a kiss to his temple, and harshly whispers, “You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay, kid. I got you.”
Gradually, Stiles makes his rounds. He takes a few days to himself, trying to sort through the mess of memories he has. Asks what’s real, tries to forget the hallucinations the nogitsune showed him.
Quells the nausea when he realizes some of those hallucinations weren’t hallucinations at all.
Scott, Melissa, his dad - hell, everyone he talks to says the same thing when he apologizes.
"Wasn’t your fault, Stiles. It wasn’t you."
It’s three months before Stiles is able to look down at his hands without seeing them covered in Coach’s blood, without seeing them curl over an electrical wire to strip away the covering, without seeing them wrapped around a knife that twists deeper into his brother’s body.
(He cries for almost an hour in Scott’s arms, pressing his hand to Scott’s stomach just to make sure that it’s actually healed even though it’s been months.)
It’s three months before Stiles is able to look down at his hands without remembering the phantom feeling of them wrapping around Derek’s shoulders and throwing him into the wall. It’s three months before he goes to see Derek at all.
i just spent 10 minutes of my life making this
what have i become
"You don’t look like a man who gives up hope easily"
”… But Stiles might”
Derek’s look here kills me
Stiles who is possessed by an evil spirit, thinks he is dying because he has the same illness that killed his mother, Stiles who has lost people he loved and cared about, Stiles who has killed people against his own will, thinks he has let people down, Stiles who was trying to protect others from himself… might lose hope?
Well if someone can relate, that person is Derek bye
'Hmm…Oh Shit I'm Stiles's King….NO! Don't look the Sheriff in the eyes. It'll give it away. No, look at the board…..Don't make eye contact!”