My Name is Derek Hale
isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Summary:
“What day is it?” Derek demanded.
“What?”
“The day! What day is today?!” Derek let Stiles go, but only so he could reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. He tapped at the home screen, and then went so perfectly still that Stiles was pretty sure this guy wasn’t human. No human could stand that still.
When it was clear Derek wasn’t going to move again without some prompting, Stiles said, “It’s Wednesday.”
“That’s impossible,” Derek whispered.
“Not really, it comes around every seven days.”
“This is impossible,” Derek said again, looking around himself, as if he was searching for something.
More by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (37)
Summary
“When McCall called to say you’d lost your mind, I thought he was fucking with me. It implies you had a mind to lose to begin with.”
“Do you know what this heathen did?!” Stiles demanded, facing Jackson around the side of the board, but pointing his marker backwards towards the apartment across the way.
“I probably don’t care,” Jackson admitted, sighing in annoyance.
“He was watching Star Wars out of order, Jackson! Out. Of. Order! Not like, the original trilogy, then the prequels, then the sequels, oh no! No! He was watching them all willy nilly in whatever order he wanted!”
“The tragedy,” Jackson deadpanned, coming around the entertainment unit so he was beside Stiles at the whiteboard.
Shelves: Teen Wolf
- Site:
- archiveofourown.org
- Words:
- 118,238
- Status:
- Completed
Summary
Derek nodded once, reaching for it, all while reminding himself over and over again in his head to thank him with the pun. This was it, this was the moment for him. Stiles would realize he’d understood the pun from yesterday, and would laugh, and Derek would feel relieved, and everything would be great.
His hand closed around the cup and he said, “Thanks for the latte.”
Fuck.
Fuck!
Stiles looked startled, eyes dipping down to the drink Derek was now holding, and then back up. “Sorry, did you—I thought you wanted a coffee, did you want a latte?”
“No.” Derek turned his back on him and walked away, resisting the urge to just head straight back to his car to drive off a cliff.
Thanks a latte! The fucking pun was thanks a latte! Not thanks for the latte! Fuck! How had he messed it up so fucking badly?! It was three words!
“That went well,” Boyd said, catching up with him. Derek just reached out to punch him hard in the arm without even looking.
Shelves: Teen Wolf
- Site:
- archiveofourown.org
- Words:
- 37,650
- Status:
- Completed
Summary
“Stiles?” Derek asked, sounding concerned.
“We need to call the pack,” Stiles said quietly.
“Why?”
“Because dad was wrong.” Stiles clenched his hand more tightly around his phone. “Dad was wrong about this not being Supernatural.”
And Stiles knew he was wrong, because he was staring down at a picture of Alyssa Campbell, with her long dark hair, her almond-shaped eyes, her high cheekbones, and that one little beauty mark down by the right side of her lower lip.
He was staring at the same person he’d been dreaming about for days.
And that dream had started before he even knew anyone was missing.
Shelves: Teen Wolf
- Site:
- archiveofourown.org
- Words:
- 62,472
- Status:
- Completed
Summary
Stiles winced, rubbing the back of his neck, and looked over at Derek again. “So... you know how you told me not to touch anything?”
Derek stared at him for a second, not seeming to understand, and then Stiles knew the moment it clicked because his entire face set so concretely it might as well have been carved out of stone.
“What?” Scott asked, looking between them, confused. “What’s going on? I don’t understand. What happened?”
“Yeah,” Stiles said slowly. “So the thing is, I uh, touched something. In the Witch’s house. And Derek came in and grabbed it from me. So he also touched it. And now it uh, it seems like whenever the two of us are a certain distance apart, we start getting sick. Or like, double over in pain. Or, you know, start dying.”
Shelves: Teen Wolf
- Site:
- archiveofourown.org
- Words:
- 46,431
- Status:
- Completed
One Night (misunder)Stand(ing) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella), KioFox
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
14 Oct 2023
Summary
“I have absolutely no need of any more favours from you!” Stiles poked him once in the chest. “We shouldn’t even be running into each other at all. Like I said, tracking device. You know that’s illegal, right?”
Derek crossed his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow. “Who says I need a tracking device to find you? Maybe you’re just overly predictable. We are in your dad’s workplace, after all.”
“Hey, I haven’t come by here in like, two weeks at least. So you’re following me.” Stiles pointed his finger at him again, but couldn’t poke him in the chest since he’d crossed his arms. “You are a stalking stalker who stalks!”
“I thought I was a lying liar who lies.”
“You can be both!”
Shelves: Teen Wolf
- Site:
- archiveofourown.org
- Words:
- 100,462
- Status:
- Completed