Sterek Stories

I found you hidden in plain sight (why’d I take so long?) 

by Gorgeousgreymatter

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 25419

Stiles is pretty sure he’s hallucinating. He’s got to be. There’s no other plausible explanation, he thinks, as he sits on the sidelines of the lacrosse field and feels the cold, hard bench underneath him, the roar of the crowd at his back like the worst white noise machine in the world.

There’s no other reason why he sees it, the hulking, black figure of a wolf peering at him from the treeline behind the bleachers. Its eyes flare in the glaring glow of the stadium lights, but they’re the wrong color, he thinks: blood-moon red instead of cobalt blue, but the familiarity of it all makes his stomach roll and clench.

Stiles Stilinski’s Adventures in Fitness by theyarenotfree

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 7147

“This is Derek,” Isaac says, looking like an evil villain, “He’ll make sure you don’t sit on a bike machine for an hour eating Twizzlers.”

“You’re shaped like a Twizzler,” is the only response Stiles can form in his haste to follow Derek. The guy is literally stalking away, like who does that? The view from the back is just as amazing as the front, though, what the fuck.

Stiles has a gym membership now, and his new personal trainer sure knows how to get his heart rate up.

Year-Round by cheshiredog

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 51382

1950s Sterek farmer!Derek and college!Stiles AU. TW FOR HOMOPHOBIA (1950s, duh)

And If I Die Before I Wake by consciousness_streaming

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 60411

When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn't think it's a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he's going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.

Poetry in the Raw by Jmeelee

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5509

Derek answers his phone on the second ring.  “What.” No inflection whatsoever.  

“Does the ‘S’ in your middle name stand for Sexy?”

Silence.  Then, “Stiles.”  Still no inflection.  

“I doubt it stands for Stiles, dude.  There can only be one,” he answers in a kick-ass impersonation of The Kurgan.  “But tell me it isn’t, like, Sawyer or Skylar or something equally new-age and white-boy contemporary.”

“How did you get my number?”

OR: 5 times Stiles guesses Derek's middle name +1 time he knows.

The One with Raising a Baby Together by tearsandholdme

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 72578

"I'm pregnant."

Derek froze, his mug of coffee resting against his bottom lip.

"And it's yours, all yours... Derek?"

Strange to Know Nothing, Never to be Sure by IDreamOnlyOfYou (lauren3210)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 26221

Stiles finds himself working with Derek much more often than he'd like, or at least that's what he tells himself. And in all honesty, he would be totally fine with it, if only Derek could learn what personal space meant.

Or

The fives times that Derek accidentally touches Stiles' ass, and the one time he does it totally on purpose.

Undercover Powercouple by fantasybean

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 42212

Stiles and Derek both have their own thriving Youtube vlogging careers, but they keep them seperate. Little do their fans know, the two have been living together, sleeping together, and dating each other in secret! But how long till they get exposed?

The Wolf Den by BigBadLittleRed

Rating: Not Rated

Word Count: 33628

Stiles Stilinski works for the Sheriff's Department in Beacon Hills County. He considers himself a rather invested young father to his only son, Spencer. He knows everything about the boy, except maybe he doesn't.

On a day where Lydia's caught up in work for too long, Stiles has to take his son to a weekly event at the library he knew nothing about. He's especially confused when he finds out it's hosted by a young man his age with rather eccentric style, and a service dog.

His name is Derek, the kids call him Dee-Dee.

Fuck Protocol by fullmoontonightt

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12466

“You’re him. The Hale kid.” The werewolf is on him in a split second, pushing him roughly against the shop window. “How do you know who I am?”

“Put the fangs down boy." Stiles rolls his eyes. "Unlike you apparently, I actually do my research."

There’ll Be A Future Down The Road by clotpolesonly

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 6885

Stiles must have made some kind of noise, because the woman’s head snaps up.

“Oh,” she says. “You’re awake. That’s a good sign. Try to stay that way this time, will you?” She turns back over her shoulder and calls out, “Derek! He’s conscious!”

The loudness of it makes Stiles’ head throb so hard that he almost doesn’t comprehend what she said. It isn’t until Derek is right there, in the room, leaning over him with that same concerned scowl, that Stiles realizes he wasn’t dreaming earlier.

“Derek,” Stiles croaks. “What are you doing here?”

The scowl deepens. “You break into my house after four years of nothing, collapse on my floor covered in blood, and then have the gall to ask me what I’m doing here?”

All It Is Is Eight Letters by spaceprincessem

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 5673

There had been plenty of things over the years that had taken Derek down, broken him to his core, unforgiving and merciless. There was always some sort of darkness, some threat looming around the corner, but he could face those a thousand times over because he had faced them before and came out the victor.

Who knew his undoing would be a simple cup of coffee?

Or five times Derek stopped himself from saying "I love you" and the one time he didn't.

And they were roommates! by Smowkie

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 2849

He was annoying. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t cute. He didn’t smell good, he wasn’t pretty, and Derek didn’t like living with him at all. If he told himself that often enough, maybe he would actually start believing it.

Stiles was infuriating though, really, he was. He liked Star Wars, said Star Trek was meh, which was clearly wrong, and when he had noticed that Derek liked a specific protein bar after the full moon he made sure Derek always had them at home.

Damn it, Derek couldn’t even lie to himself.

Written for the prompt Sharing/borrowing clothes.

Anniversary by Sophtly

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 9533

Derek always spends the anniversary of his family’s death alone, other than the years when he still had Laura, still had family left to mourn with. Now he just has another person to mourn. He makes sure he has everything he needs in his apartment because he knows he won’t go out. Not that he needs much. There are not many supplies required to sit in one place and think about everything you’ve lost.

Racing Hearts by TheRealDanniX

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 8259

Stiles' heartbeat confuses Derek. It gets more confusing once Derek's an Alpha.

Featuring Panic attacks, heartbeats, Gentle Alphas, and a frank conversation with a creepy Uncle.

Taboo by rileywrites

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 2009

Derek has been cursed, and none of the usual healers can unravel what exactly Jennifer did to him. He ends up in a nondescript coffee shop after a tip from Lydia, waiting to be seen by the most powerful wizard she knows.

Soft Derek, Warm Stiles, No One is a Little Ball of Fur by tiedtogetherwithadagger

Rating: General

Word Count: 3799

Stiles is wiping down the counters and humming California Gurls to himself when the bell above the door chimes and Derek walks in. The next notes of the song get stuck in his throat and he freezes. Stiles shouldn’t be surprised, really. The rest of the pack have already been by to visit him, even Jackson. Of course, Boyd was the only person Stiles ended up giving a free drink to, much to their disappointment. So what if he had favorites? How could he not when Boyd was the one to get him ComiCon tickets?

Derek swaggers up to the counter Stiles is stationed behind, because that’s the only way Derek apparently knows how to walk. He’s wearing a maroon knitted sweater today that looks unfairly cozy. Stiles slaps his own hand down from reaching out and touching the fabric because that would be weird. Although slapping yourself might be weirder. Oh well.