Derek/Stiles. “He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible." Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant. "Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy." "Send them my way," Stiles suggests
Derek/Stiles. So far, college has taught Stiles three things: 1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101. 2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes. 3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that...
Derek/Stiles. "So," says Stiles, lips barely able to move against Derek's shoulder. "This is a thing, huh? I don't think we can deny that it's a thing. A conspiracy. All supernatural beings want us to be trapped in enclosed spaces."
Sterek fic - We'll Get There One Day - Summary: “I…I didn’t…I didn’t cuddle you!” Stiles shouted it a bit maniacally, hoping the more surprise he expressed the less Derek would be compelled to kill him. “I know,” Derek replied easily, sitting up and stretching, muscles in his shoulder popping. “I did.” The whole pack stopped their movements to stare. “Because you sleep like a spaz, Stiles,” Derek grumbled.