Be Still My Heart (You’re Beating Too Loud and my Neighbour’s a Bitch) – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
34,214 words
“Don’t worry about it,” the sheriff said again. “You usually gush about Derek, so why don’t we focus more on that instead?”
Stiles let out a small laugh, shaking his head and taking another bite of his food. He’d been ranting and raving about the noise complaint all day, first to Scott, and now to his father. He supposed it was time to let the topic die and move on to something else.
“I’d love the opportunity to speak to him more often, but he’s always running around doing things, and he’s such a busy guy.” Stiles shrugged. “He’s in charge of four buildings, and with over fifty apartments apiece, I don’t know how he has enough time to stay sane.”
“Even he gets time off,” his dad argued. “If you want to get to know him, just ask him out to coffee.”
“I can’t just ask him out to coffee,” Stiles insisted, appalled. “Do you know what the dating scene is like nowadays? Brutal. Brutal, dad! Remember Lydia?”
“Lydia was out of your league,” his father argued with a small smile.
anxiety, au: human, au: neighbors, au: no powers, everybody lives, getting together, mutual pining, panic attacks
It’s A-Boat Time! – Fae_vorite, isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
33,681 words
He could hear the others talking outside, Scott and Isaac freaking out over something and Stiles snapping at them to shut up and help him get inside.
“Dude, how the fuck can you expect me to stay calm right now! Seriously, that’s a fucking tail!”
“We can talk about it later, just get me inside before someone fucking sees me! I don’t want to end up in a fucking aquarium!”
“Christ, you’re heavy!” Isaac grunted. “How much does this thing weigh?!”
“Shut up and walk,” Stiles snapped.
au: mermen, everybody lives, found family, getting together, mutual pining, PTSD
Stupid Say What? – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
8,437 words
Stiles shoved another bite into his mouth, glancing over at Boyd and Erica. Boyd was smiling down into his eggs benedict and Erica was grinning at Stiles.
He frowned in confusion, his chewing slowing. Tucking the food into one cheek, he asked, “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just nice. I like when the four of us come out together. Our little double dates,” she teased, stabbing her fork into a strawberry and putting it between her lips.
Stiles snorted at her comment, since this wasn’t a double date—he wished—but didn’t comment on it because he liked their outings, too. Even if he whined incessantly about it until he got there, it was always a good time.
au: soulmates/soulmarks, canon divergence, didn't know they were dating, everybody lives, idiots in love, mutual pining
Would You Forgive Me If I Called You Hope, Peter Hale? (Hope, By Any Other Name) – Whispering_Sumire
Peter/Stiles
10,099 words
Stiles has scars. He owns that, he accepts it, he's cataloged and memorized every single one, he's hyper fucking aware of them all.
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"What do you want, Peter?" Having the more untrustworthy of the Pack getting protective weirds him the fuck out, leaves an odd fluttering in his chest, like moths, waiting perilously and suicidally to be burned.
He doesn't like it.
"You're injured," the man says, "and whatever it is, it's put you in enough pain that I nearly fainted when I-"
"- Used your werewolf mojo on me without my permission?" Stiles smirks, and Peter gives him a black look, crossing a leg over his knee and smoothing out some invisible wrinkle on his pants.
"Tell me the truth Stiles, how bad is it?"
[Or: The one where Stiles has scars, is more than a little fucked up, and Peter notices. He helps.]
baking, canon divergence, depression/mental illness, everybody lives, found family, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, PTSD
