Power Of A Name (22,377) By @mindofmim Art By @eevylynn For @sterekbigbang 2023-2024, Round 6 Rating:

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else!

You don't know you're beautiful <3 

happy birthday, @risu-kii! Love you ~ 

Derek knew the moment he’d first seen Stiles, that he was it, as Kira liked to call it. His slim waist, his hips, his long neck and sharp face; that first day after watching him for hours he lay in bed, unable to sleep, with Stiles’ lips and eyes and his small fake smile not leaving his mind. He thought about Stiles all the time. Woke up and fell asleep thinking of him. The entire focus of his being shifted and centered on Stiles. Derek sometimes was baffled with himself, surprised that he was capable of feeling so much about another being. He was obsessed. He was fucking in love.

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Time will pass, and I will remember not you, but our love.

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

I'm very sorry, but my tumblr is very lagging and does not load anything absolutely :(

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Airplanes inspired 

Derek returned to Beacon Hills to figure out what happened to his sister — not realizing that in doing so, he signed up for (a lot) more than he bargained for (read on AO3).

Words: 3 882

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence

Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Minor Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Kitsune Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Peter Hale's Alpha Shift Form, Full Shift Werewolves, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Full Shift Werewolf Peter Hale, Full Shift Werecreature Stiles Stilinski, Dark Peter Hale, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship

for: @lalelilolusworld, happy birthday again, I hope you have the best day ♥

mobile phone wallpapers with sterek <3 

sterek x star wars au

— stiles is a senator oh the planet Naboo, fiercely fighting for the preservation of democracy. this displeased the Trade Federation, and Jedi Council have gotten a rumor, that the Federation has hired an assassin to kill a senator. the Jedi Council ordered the strongest jedi, derek hale, to protect stiles, and sent them to abandoned planet to hide there for a while.

or

derek hale, the strongest jedi, a secret assassin, was hired by the Trade Federation to kill a senator stiles stilinski. he has his own reasons to take revenge stilinski family. derek has to protect stiles for a while and after that, when the Trade Federation give a sign they are ready for rebellion, he will kill a senator.

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"i guess this is a good lesson in not trusting people, right?" derek smirked, giving a broken smile. his eyes crackled with pain. the eyes were dry, and there were no tears. unlike stiles's eyes. a large hot drop burnt his cheek. senator was watching into those cold mesmerising eyes and trying to stop shivering, unable to take a breath due to a lump in his throat. it hurt so much.

"why?" all stiles could wheezed. icy numb fingers gripped his shoulders. he was so unbearably cold. "i opened my chest for you. wide open. so every corner can be seen. what was it like to kiss my heart, knowing from the very first second that you would tear the same heart to pieces?"

derek felt his own heart hurt. he felt how it was beating and rushing around the chest, trying to break the ribs.

"i wish you never had trusted me, senator"

and how painful it is to look into those impossible eyes.

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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