Anonymous asked: do you have any fics where stiles runs away froom beacon hills? ive read the one by allo-all.
Off the top of my head, I know The Difficult Kind series involves Stiles leaving.
Zosofi’s Just Act Normal series also involves Stiles establishing a new life as an actor.
You may have good luck finding fics if you search the future fics tag or the reunion tag on AO3 as well. hope this helps! I’ll edit this if I think of any more.
HAS ANYONE ELSE NOTICED THAT STILES IS LITERALLY THE ONLY PERSON DEREK PROTECTS WITH ALL HIS ABILITY. I MEAN IN THE FIRST GIF DEREK KNOWS THAT HIS UNCLE IS NOW THE ALPHA, AND FOR MOST PEOPLE IT’S “FAMILY FIRST” RIGHT? BUT INSTEAD HE TELLS STILES TO GET OUT OF THE WAY SO HE CAN TAKE HIS MOTHER FUCKIN UNCLE DOWN AND KEEP STILES FROM GETTING KILLED. IN THE SECOND GIF, IT’S ISAAC’S FIRST FULL MOON AND HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT HE’S DOING, HE JUST SEES A CHANCE TO ATTACK, AND THE WAY THAT DEREK LOOKS AT STILES CROUCHING BEHIND THE DESK IS LIKE “OH HELL NO ISAAC DON’T YOU MOTHER FUCKIN DARE” AND THEN HE GOES ALL ALPHA ON HIS ASS AND LATER STILES IS LIKE “HOW’D YOU DO THAT” AND DEREK IS LIKE “I’M THE ALPHA” BUT WHAT HE REALLY MEANT WAS “I’LL DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT YOU LITTLE BABY STILES”. IN THE POOL SCENE, THE KANIMA ATTACKS ERICA BEFORE IT ATTACKS DEREK, AND DEREK DOESN’T EVEN BLINK. HIS ONLY CONCERN IS STILES STILES STILES MOTHER FUCKIN PROTECT STILES AND THAT’S WHAT HE DOES. HE PHYSICALLY TURNS AROUND TO PUSH HIM AWAY, AND EVEN SCOTT WHO’S BEEN DATING ALLISON SINCE THE MOMENT HE LAID EYES ON HER, DOESN’T PHYSICALLY TURN AROUND TO TELL HER TO RUN AWAY. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS SAY ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP, HUH? ANYWAY THIS RESULTS IN THE KANIMA SCRATCHING THE BACK OF DEREK’S NECK AND PARALYSING HIM, WHICH LEADS TO THE KANIMA HOLDING THEM HOSTAGE IN THE POOL FOR TWO HOURS. THEN DEREK SAYS “DON’T LET ME GO” AND “YOU DON’T TRUST ME, I DON’T TRUST YOU” BUT STILES LETS HIM GO ANYWAY TO GET HIS PHONE BECAUSE HE DOES TRUST DEREK, DEREK HAS SAVED HIS ASS MORE TIMES THAN HE CAN COUNT AND NOW IT’S HIS TURN TO RETURN THE FAVOUR. AND I’M NOT EVEN DONE YET. IN THE LAST ONE, DEREK HAS TO GO SAVE SCOTT’S MOTHER FUCKIN ASS AGAIN SO HE TELLS STILES TO BREAK THE CIRCLE OF MOUNTAIN ASH SO HE CAN GET THROUGH. AND STILES’ FACE IS LIKE “SHIT MAN REALLY I JUST WORKED SO HARD ON THIS CIRCLE CRAP” BUT HE STILL DOES WHAT DEREK ASKS BECAUSE HE TRUSTS THAT DEREK KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING AND HE CARES ABOUT SCOTT MORE THAN HE CARES ABOUT SOME STUPID CIRCLE OF MOUNTAIN ASH. THEN DEREK SQUEEZES HIS SHOULDER BEFORE HE RUNS OFF LIKE HE’S REASSURING HIM THAT IT’S GOING TO BE OKAY, AND SILENTLY THANKING HIM AND RECOGNIZING HIS HARD WORK. AND STILES’ FACE IS LIKE “WAIT HE JUST SQUEEZED MY SHOULDER WHAT DOES THAT MEAN DEREK NEVER SHOWS AFFECTION TOWARDS ANYONE EVER” BUT HE DID, THEN. HE DID SHOW AFFECTION. I’M JUST SAYING THAT WE’VE NEVER SEEN DEREK WOLF OUT ON STILES, LIKE HE DOES WITH SCOTT WHEN THEY HAVE A BITCH FIGHT EVERY OTHER EPISODE. AND I’M JUST SAYING THAT I’VE NEVER SEEN DEREK COME TO HIS OWN PACK’S SIDE FASTER THAN HE COMES TO STILES’ SIDE. AND I’M JUST SAYING THAT YES, STILES DOES ANNOY THE SHIT OUT OF DEREK AND MOST OF THE TIME HE FEELS LIKE SLAMMING HIS FACE INTO THE WALL, BUT WHEN IT COMES TO LIFE AND DEATH SITUATIONS DEREK DOESN’T EVEN HESITATE TO STEP UP AND PROTECT STILES. I’M JUST SAYING.
In which Stiles and Derek hold hands when they sleep.
“You know otters hold hands when they sleep?”
Derek’s response is something between a noncommittal grunt and a noise of inquiry that doesn’t mean talk forever, but it doesn’t mean shut up either.
“They do,” Stiles says, gently tightening his grip on Derek’s hand. “They hold hands while they sleep so they won’t float away from each other.”
Derek’s eyes open, then, and Stiles tries to pretend Derek won’t hear the way his heart skips. In the dim light from the full moon outside, Stiles is having an all too familiar problem trying to figure out if Derek’s eyes are hazel or green or gold or maybe a little red.
“That what you’re doing?” Derek finally murmurs, voice a soft rumble that lilts across the space between them. “Holding me so I won’t float away?”
Stiles could be flippant, he knows. Could answer in a way that masks the lump in his throat and hides the ache in his chest that’s become a constant wherever Derek’s involved. But they’ve spent too many nights pretending that Derek doesn’t wake up shaking because of nightmares -
“You should smile more, Derek. The world should know how happy you are.”
“You mean how happy you make me?”
“Yeah. Something like.”
- and that Stiles doesn’t remember what it feels like to watch the line of his mother’s heartbeat slow until it’s a straight, painstakingly even line.
“We’ll turn the monitors off so you won’t hear when it flatlines, okay? It will make things easier if…”
“Leave them on. I don’t want easier.”
“Maybe,” Stiles finally whispers, stroking his thumb over the back of Derek’s hand. “Or maybe you’re doing that for me.”
so Stiles and Derek get stuck in an elevator. that’s it. that’s the fic. then there are feelings. then sex. this was supposed to be for a Quiet Me prompt? they got loud instead. whoops.
“I really don’t see why I have to come with you just to talk to a stupid saleswoman,” Stiles bitches for the hundredth time as Derek herds him through the department store. “Like really, Derek? Asking about cribs is so terrifying for you, you need another adult present?”
“I don’t like the way she stares at me,” Derek grumbles.
“And what am I supposed to do about that? Cure your face of its unnerving ability to terrify people into speechlessness? I know I’m awesome but I’m not a miracle worker.”
summary: It’s Stiles’s final Spring Break of his college career, and he’s got plans to do a whole lot of nothing. But Derek has other plans for him, and before he knows it, Stiles is joining Derek to go undercover at a couples’ retreat in a bid to catch a ring of thieves. It’s the world’s most perfect plan! Nothing could possibly go wrong!
No, no, no, gentlemen.” One of the instructors came over, gently chiding them. “The afternoon session is for nice things. Compliments. Derek, can you compliment Stiles?”
Could he? Stiles couldn’t look him in the eye.
“Uh, Stiles…” Derek began. The instructor nodded encouragingly. “You have pretty eyelashes.”
Stiles’s jaw dropped. He – what? Derek was complimenting him on… his looks? Stiles couldn’t have been more surprised if Derek had stood up and started singing ‘I’m a Little Teapot.’
“Awww. Now you, Stiles.” The instructor smiled beatifically.
“I, uh, I like…” Crap, what could he say without giving too much away? Why hadn’t he planned for this? It would have been so much easier to share like the couple they’d passed that morning. “I, um, like the way you…” Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! “… ask me to go on fun outings with you. They’re… fun.” The instructor was giving him a weird look. Danger, Will Robinson. “Because you’re there.” Moment saved.
“Lovely. Now kiss, and do it again.” She waited expectantly.
Sweat broke out on Stiles’s palms and beaded his upper lip. Derek leaned forward, his gaze intense. Stiles was sure his own face resembled that of a deer caught in the headlights. He tried to get a hold of his confidence. He’d kissed people before. Lots of people! And one of them had even been a dude. He totally knew what he was doing here. He threaded his fingers in the hair at the nape of Derek’s neck and pulled him closer.
Derek’s lips were softer than Stiles had been expecting, his breath minty fresh, and he parted his lips right away. Stiles made a low, needy noise in the back of his throat and immediately licked into Derek’s mouth. Derek’s hands were on his hips and Stiles could feel him squeezing, fingers slipping under the soft cotton shirt to caress his skin.
The instructor cleared her throat and Stiles startled, finally pulling back.
“Very nice,” she said, cheeks pink. “Do continue.”
She moved away to critique someone else’s makeout skills, presumably.
“Got her off our case,” Derek said. “Come on.”
He tried to stand up, but Stiles yanked on his neck. “Are you nuts?” he hissed, heart racing. Dammit, Derek could definitely tell the effect the kiss had had on Stiles, and he was just humoring Stiles by not breaking his grip, too. Had he been humoring Stiles with that bit about the eyelashes? Stiles tried to pretend that wouldn’t hurt. He squeezed Derek’s neck. “Everyone is looking at us.”
It was true. Even the couples who were actively engaged in kissing each other were watching them. Derek cursed under his breath and swooped in for another kiss. This time he took control, licking into Stiles’s mouth and pressing him into the back corner of the bench.
Stiles didn’t get any more compliments for the rest of the session, but he did get plenty more kisses. By the time the hour was done, he had a raging hard-on he knew Derek could feel, smell and see.