ЭТО.ЛУЧШЕЕ. я тебя так люблю, солнце!!! спасибо огромное!!!!

Cut the bullshit. What really made you change your mind? You. You did, Eddie.

The Animal Inside (Distance makes the wolf grow fonder) 14k, sterek, feral!derek, domestic fluff, getting together

Summary: Stiles comes back from a month in Poland to... a half-naked, non-verbal, semi-feral Derek. He's determined to help Derek get back to normal, and if that involves cuddles... who is he to say no?

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He sees blue eyes blink in the darkness. 

“Derek?”

The growling continues. 

“Peter?”

The growling grows in volume and pitch. 

“Shit.”

Stiles takes a slow step toward the door, careful to keep his motions smooth. 

“Der, I really hope that’s you.”

The growling softens. 

“You can come out, you know. I don’t know what’s happening, and I know you don’t like using your words all that much, but, c’mon, man,” Stiles keeps his voice low and calming as he takes another few steps toward the door. “Whatever’s going on, you know I’ll help. That’s my whole thing.”

Just as Stiles reaches the steps that lead up towards his door, a shape moves in the darkness and he tenses again. 

Then Derek steps toward the house and Stiles feels the air whoosh out of his lungs. 

Derek is wearing only a pair of dirty, ripped jeans. He doesn’t have any visible wounds, but blood is smeared across one arm and his ribs. He’s also still growling. 

“Der? What’s up, dude?”

Derek rushes forward and Stiles flails one arm and doesn’t even have time to trip or stumble or grab for the door before Derek is on him. Strong arms wrap around Stiles’ back and warm breath washes over Stiles’ neck as Derek practically buries his face there. Stiles breathes heavily for a few seconds. He hadn’t truly been scared of Derek hurting him, but he definitely feels wary about this strange behavior. 

Stiles brings one arm up and pats at Derek’s bare back. “Hey, Der, good to see you too. How about we go into the house?”

Derek whimpers softly and Stiles pats Derek’s back more resolutely. “C’mon. We’re going inside.”

He tries to pull back slightly, but Derek doesn’t let go at all. 

“Der,” Stiles says softly. “C’mon. I’m cold and I’m wearing clothing. Unlike you. Let’s go inside so I can warm up. And then I’ll try to figure out what’s going on with you. While you warm up. C’mon.”

He turns slightly and pulls on one of Derek’s arms a little and they reach for the door together. Derek seems to realize that Stiles isn’t trying to get away from him at all, and lets himself be manhandled a little, but he also keeps his other arm firmly around Stiles’ back, holding him so their bodies touch pretty much from shoulder down to knee. 

“This is a little awkward,” Stiles half-laughs as they move through the doorway. 

Once inside, Derek pushes the door closed and locks it before crowding Stiles up against the wall and tucking his face in Stiles’ neck again. At least the growling has stopped.

“I know I’ve been gone for a few weeks,” Stiles says as he brings a hand up to rest on Derek’s shoulder again, “and I’ve missed you too. But this… Derek, it hasn’t been that long.” When Derek doesn’t move or respond, Stiles asks, “Dude, what’s up? This isn’t normal, even for you, and you’ve got a pretty wide range of what I consider normal.”

Derek shrugs and runs his nose slowly up Stiles’ neck. 

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Side Character

sterek | teen | 17,4k | ao3

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Derek Hale, Beta Stiles Stilinski, once again I'm asking you to trust me, Self-Esteem Issues, Jealous Stiles Stilinski, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective Derek Hale, Werewolf Derek Hale

Summary: He should’ve kept his mouth shut. He should’ve smiled like always. Now everything was ruined, crushed, destroyed. Dust, shards, and the remnants of his pride. Love that no one needed.

Derek’s gaze scalded the side of his face but Stiles refused to meet it. He had already revealed too much.

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~ stay with me, no, you don't need to run. stay with me, my blood, you don't need to run ~ 

Loud Love

sterek | T | 5k | ao3

established relationship, alpha Derek, alpha mate Stiles, 5+1, POV outsider, possessive behaviour, PDA

Summary: There wasn’t a single moment when they weren’t touching. They didn’t notice anyone — obsessed with each other, they were blind to all jealousy. The circle of one another’s arms encapsulated their world.

Close, tight, inseparable. They didn’t care if someone watched them, both lost in each other, entrapped.

for @kittenstiles

you are my universe.

This fool, this liar Lit a match and set his life on fire I guess I'd rather be alone In a house that's not a home

AU, where Derek is the U.S. Secretary of defense and Stiles is a state-level criminal and Hale's former lover.

I'm not afraid of heights anymore, I'm not afraid of wild pain. I'm just afraid I won't find you because this moon will hide you from me.