Sterek Oneshots
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"I wish I knew how to quit you.'" Stiles froze. Derek wrapped his arms around Stile's middle. "I wish I could just send you away. Away from this hell hole I call life."
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In which Stiles is self depreciating and Derek had just enough of it.Or the one where,
Derek Hale loves him! Hah! Holy crap! Derek Hale loves him. Is inlove with the Stiles.
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- Part 1 of Sterek Oneshots
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We can't all be Stiles by Hathly for gotta_ship_em_all, Lidil, 3White_Mage3
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
07 Nov 2015
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"You can't barge in here like that, this is a hospital." He hears Scott shouting at someone, as he hears the door open. "He's taking a rest, he sleeping, what part of that don't you get?"
He focuses on the beeping of the machine beside him, the feel of the IV on his left hand. Figures he would pass out any moment soon.
"He's up. Watch me." He froze as he recognise the voice, at the same time the door few open revealing a devastatingly handsome Derek Hale.
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- Part 2 of Sterek Oneshots
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So Stiles may or may not have failed his examination on purpose, so sue him for wanting to keep his perfectly brooding Tutor.
In which Stiles should definitely be punished.
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- Part 3 of Sterek Oneshots
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Police Officer Stiles Stilinski and Bar owner Derek Hale are roommates, friends, but after they hook up, things get complicated.
Inspired by a Gifset
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- Part 4 of Sterek Oneshots
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"Hey Derek" he greets, wishing the guy would remember him.
"Bartleby, hey, what, are you stalking me or something?" Derek raised his beautiful brows.
"Stalking's an ugly word" He smoothly leans over. "I like to thing of it more like obsessively shadowing. Oh"
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- Part 5 of Sterek Oneshots
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Whenever college drummer, Stiles Stilinski says he has a boyfriend, Derek Hale, no one believes him.
Because saying Derek Hale voted hottest man of the year 2015 and vocalist of the band of the year was too far fetch. Right? Right.And probably because Stiles owns a cat named Derek Hale too.[Sterek Version]
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- Part 6 of Sterek Oneshots
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"I don't know how but this is all your fault." Derek rolled his eyes, as Stiles tugged on the handcuffs wrapped around their wrist.
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- Part 7 of Sterek Oneshots
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Five Times Derek Was Jealous (and One Time Stiles Was—But It's Fine, They’re Just Friends) by Hathly
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
21 Apr 2025
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Derek’s perfectly calm. Totally unaffected. Especially when it comes to Stiles Stilinski—his partner, his maybe-best friend, and definitely not the reason Derek’s going through pens like candy.
(He is absolutely the reason.)
Five times Derek insists he’s not jealous, and one time Stiles proves he’s just as bad at hiding it.
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- Part 8 of Sterek Oneshots
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Stiles didn't mean to start a fashion trend.
BIRDS AREN’T REAL.
In Comic Sans.
Stiles dropped his tray. “HE’S TAUNTING ME.”
“No,” Erica said serenely, stealing one of his fries. “He’s flirting.”
“With Comic Sans?!”
“Bold move. Power play. I’m taking notes.”
Because who needs to update a WIP when you have 10,000 one-shots to post?
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- Part 9 of Sterek Oneshots
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Stiles throws his hands up. “It was love soup!”
That earns a blink. Very slow. Very judgmental.
“Okay,” Derek says, voice patient like he’s talking to someone actively unraveling (which, fair). “That’s not a thing.”
“Well, it is now!”
Or: the one where Stiles has a complete emotional breakdown over homemade soup, and Derek has the audacity to smirk about it.Series
- Part 10 of Sterek Oneshots
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“STILES.”
It was deep. Low. Fury wrapped in a monosyllable.
Stiles froze.
Mask #1 groaned on the floor, “What now—”
“That,” Stiles muttered, “is the sound of my husband arriving.”
The front door banged open.
Derek Hale walked in like the wrath of God dressed in black.
Or - the one where I am really sorry If I have not updated that WIP in 4 years.
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- Part 11 of Sterek Oneshots
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He wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. Subtle was for people who didn’t have two hundred feet of unfulfilled longing coiled in their chest like an emotional slinky. Subtle was for cowards. Stiles had Post-Its and no impulse control.
“Morning, sunshine,” he chirped one Thursday, chin in hand, batting his lashes as Derek signed in. “Have I told you yet today that your arms make my brain go soft?”
Derek didn’t blink.
“Because they do,” Stiles added brightly. “They’re criminal, really. I could press charges. Or maybe just press myself against— okay, wow, you’re already walking away. Rude.”
The thing is: Derek didn’t tell him to stop.
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- Part 12 of Sterek Oneshots
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“Come on,” Stiles said, sitting up and leaning in like he could pull Derek into his orbit by sheer gravity. “Teach me.”
Derek shot him a look. “Your dad is gonna kill me.”
“He’s not gonna find out.”
“He’s gonna take one look at you and know.”
“Okay, yes, my face is expressive and honest and—some would say—devastatingly handsome, but he’s not psychic. Just gimme one hit.”
or
Collections of Oneshot, I do not think is good enough to publish.
I'll think of summary someday but for now it's just basically PWP.Series
- Part 13 of Sterek Oneshots
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So when Derek breaks from the script—says “This one’s new,” into the mic, soft and unhurried like he’s got all the time in the world—Stiles’s stomach knots so fast he nearly doubles over.
No.
No, absolutely fucking not.They don’t go off-script. Not in his show. Not when there’s timing and pyros and light fades scheduled down to the damn second.
And not—not—with a song Stiles doesn’t know. A song Derek didn’t tell him about. A song that has the nerve to exist outside of their shared world, without Stiles’s fingerprints on it.
His feet are moving before he even realizes it, headset half-on, chest buzzing. He’s at the edge of the stage, just inside the wings, heart in his throat and a thousand violent questions forming all at once.When did he write it? Why didn’t he say anything? Who the hell is this for?
Or The one where Derek sings a surprise love song, Stiles almost dies of feelings - and I have still yet to reply to the comments on my fics.
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- Part 14 of Sterek Oneshots
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He doesn’t look over. Not even a glance. Because if he looks, he’ll see. And if he sees, he’ll have to deal with the way Derek’s still not moving. The way that second stretched too long. The way his hips shifted just slightly up into Stiles’ weight before he froze like a goddamn statue.
So he doesn’t look.
But he thinks. Oh, he thinks.
Because that wasn’t just a moment. That was a reaction. That was heat under his hands and stillness that screamed yes and Derek not throwing him off when Stiles had him pinned. And the part that really messes with his head—the part he can’t stop circling in his brain like a fucking vulture—is that Derek could’ve stopped it. Could’ve ended it with one arm and a snort. And he didn’t.
Which means—
Shut up, Stiles tells himself. Stop. Don’t be that guy.
He scratches the back of his neck, sits up a little straighter, grabs the nearest throw pillow just to do something with his hands. He pretends he’s watching the screen. He pretends he didn’t notice the way Derek was breathing like he’d just run a mile, like Stiles had done something to him without even trying.
But he let me, Stiles thinks.
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- Part 15 of Sterek Oneshots
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“Yeah, and I’m just saying.” Stiles crossed his arms, cocked a hip, and planted himself in front of the distressed denim display like a final boss made of sarcasm and questionable fashion choices. “It’s seventy-five degrees out, you’re dressed like the lead singer of a post-apocalyptic boy band, and this store doesn’t believe in the phrase ‘too much effort.’ So if you're here, you're getting styled. You’ve officially wandered into my domain.”
He gestured around them with a flourish that nearly knocked over a hanging rack of silk camp shirts. “Welcome to Hale’s. Where style goes to live, and black goes to die.”
The guy blinked. Very slowly. “Do you talk like this to every customer?”
“No,” Stiles said, grinning. “Just the ones who look like they bench press small cars and scare children for fun.”
Or The one where I will spam this tag hehe
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- Part 16 of Sterek Oneshots
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The man nods once. Doesn’t break stride. Doesn’t smile. Just that stiff, silent acknowledgment like the world’s made of tolerable obstacles and he’s choosing not to bark at them.
Stiles blinks.
Deputy.
Oh. Oh.
Well that makes things easier.
Not that he was struggling. Please. He could find Officer Puppym on a map, in a nightmare, from memory alone with three broken crayons and a prayer. But now he’s got a job title, a department, and the knowledge that someone in that department is walking around Beacon Hills in government-issued pants with three semi-feral emotional support grenades at his heels.
But now he’s got a job title, a department, and the deeply unnerving realization that someone in his dad’s department is walking around Beacon Hills in government-issued pants with three semi-feral emotional support grenades at his heels.
Which is fine. Fine. It’s not like Stiles has a type or anything.
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- Part 17 of Sterek Oneshots