‘Linski’s Late Night Antidote To Lame – WhoNatural
Derek/Stiles
13,865 words
Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan.
Also there's this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.
au: college, au: no powers, au: rock band, misunderstandings, texting
I Ran (So Far) – thepsychicclam
Derek/Stiles
33,794 words
“But, you don’t run,” Derek pointed out, confused.
“People can get new hobbies,” Stiles snapped. “Geez, if I’d known it was going to be this big of a deal, I’d have called you first. Want me to give you my workout schedule? That way you can coordinate your nose accordingly?”
In which Stiles' summer starts off so badly he starts running, gets pelted by paint balls, and decides he is, in fact, going crazy if he willingly wants to hang out with Derek Hale.
first time, hurt/comfort, kink: comeplay, PTSD, slow burn, texting
The Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart (is Through His Bottomless Pit) – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
54,170 words
Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment.
“You’re going to fucking kill yourself.”
His door slammed.
Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding.
It was a plastic bag, full of what felt like tupperware, which made no sense to Stiles because when had his neighbour broken into his house to steal his tupperware?
au: chef, au: neighbors, idiots in love, mutual pining, slow burn, texting
You’re Welcome In My Inbox – SushiOwl
Peter/Stiles
6,338 words
Stiles is at college and accidentally texts Peter Hale one night--instead of an entirely different Peter--and they don't hate each other as much with a whole state between them.
au: college, au: wrong number, kink: phone sex/sexting, texting
Asking for Trouble – ViciousHyperbolizer (B_Frizzy)
Chris/Peter/Stiles
15,963 words
So, a man and his husband walk into a bar. The punchline: stiles finding out his hookup from the other night is married.
On the plus side, he didn't help anyone cheat, exactly.
On the weird side, he ends up sleeping with the husband, too.
Or the one where Stiles ends up in the middle of Peter and Chris' marriage, and the only place he can end up is hurt
au: no powers, kink: phone sex/sexting, misunderstandings, texting
Parade Upon Your Victory – oriolevent
Peter/Stiles
43,685 words
Peter never planned on going back to Beacon Hills. But when his nephew asks for help, how can he refuse? Turns out there are some interesting people in Derek's new pack...and one in particular that catches Peter's eye.
Where trouble leads, Peter will follow - or maybe it's the other way around. He can never keep it straight.
canon divergence, faeries/fae, texting
Random Texts with Mr. Sexy – DenaCeleste
Peter/Stiles
10,746 words
Stiles and Peter agree to test out a relationship. The only problem is that Stiles is off to university, and much of their interactions will be at a distance. Thank goodness for technology!
They haven't really reached the boning level of relationship yet, because while Stiles is a horny bastard, he kinda wants to flirt and be wooed and develop a bond before they do the do. But sexting doesn't count, does it?
epistolary, kink: daddy, kink: praise, long distance relationship, texting
The Right Number – kyaticlikestea
Derek/Stiles
30,379 words
When Stiles Stilinski's phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he's expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who's got his phone.
So, of course, that's exactly what happens.
au: college, au: no powers, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, mutual pining, slow burn, texting
There’s No Escape for the Potato Man – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
53,977 words
“Who is this? Where’s Erica?”
“Wrong number, asshole!”
“Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively.
Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101.
“What kind of idiot thinks I murdered someone?”
“The kind of idiot who got your text messages, you fucking dumbass!” he retorted hotly. “Maybe double check your contacts before sending a random stranger details on your nefarious plans to dispose of a freshly cut up body!”
“What?!” the guy on the other end demanded, crossed between horrendously confused and livid.
au: college, au: human, texting, tw: drinking
