Definitively_Different_Drivel
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A vase of fading silk roses unfurled their petals. The summer sun seared the air. The petrichor scent of warm, drying grave dust mingled with the cloying fake rose scent clinging to the fabric as they both warred, and lost, against the overwhelming smell of freshly cut grass.
Puffy clouds lazed about. Derek watched them, watched the trees, watched the way the graveyard looked in the sun for the first time since high school.
The fake flower scent drew his eyes back to last week's rose, left in the dead of night, still clinging to its colors beneath the inevitable bleaching light of the sun.
In which acknowledges the darkness of his past and recalls the events of 'Gas Station Roses' before embracing the present and moving towards the happiness of his future.
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- Part 2 of Silk Roses
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Stiles still seemed confused. "I don't get why you look so upset. I thought you'd be happy."
"Happy." Derek bit out.
"Yeah. You can stick around again. No more smelling shitty pinning Stiles. No more pack meetings where I make everything awkward. No more, you know, clumsy asinine attempts at flirting and friendship. No more dancing around the elephant in the room. The elephant has officially been put down. Dead and buried. No more elephants."
Derek swallowed hard. "What if I told you I didn't actually dislike that elephant?"
"I wouldn't believe you. Look, I get it if this hurts your ego, but you gotta get over yourself. Look on the sunny side of life, you know?"
In which an accidental blood offering to the fae results in a boon that removes all those pesky emotions regarding Derek. The boon is permanent unless removed before Stiles falls in love again. With a strange suitor sucking up Stiles' attention, will Derek solve the puzzle in time, or will Stiles fall in love and forever be incapable of feeling when Derek is on his mind?
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He'd always leave a single rose from the prior week behind. Sometimes, it'd be under the windshield wiper on the jeep. Sometimes it'd be on his door handle. Sometimes, on the rare occasions when Stiles left the car unlocked, it'd be tucked away inside Roscoe.
Sometimes, when Stiles wasn't paying attention, Derek would find a way to stick it into Stiles' work apron as Stiles craned his neck around to catch sight of a different customer.
The weirdest part? Derek always left them with last week's cash wrapped tightly around the stem.
The first few weeks Stiles felt flattered. Derek's glares did nothing to detract from his burning-hot exterior while the roses spoke to the soul of a romantic.
Those first few weeks, Stiles tried to make small talk. He smiled, he joked, he pulled out all the damn stops to try to charm his handsome benefactor to no avail.
Stony silences and gruff glares wore Stiles down until their weekly exchange proceeded clinically, like clockwork.
The door swung shut as Derek stalked into the night, baffling as ever.
Derek sends mixed signals till a run-in with hunters helps Derek realize that maybe he doesn't have to do the protecting.
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- Part 1 of Silk Roses
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Everything was awful and would be forever, because he was gonna get murdered. Why? Because the pack went camping which somehow meant Stiles got dragged along.
On the one hand, hey, it meant he was pack, right? Fuck yeah! But on the other hand this was absolutely a major risk to life and limb.
It wasn't the camping itself that was the problem. Okay, maybe it was, just a little bit? Sort of. Honestly it was the consequences of camping, and the main consequence was Derek. Stiles didn't understand the man. He'd insisted on forcing them into tiny little tents, tents that had no business being labeled as two person tents, because seriously. Why the hell were supposedly two person tents barely big enough for a single guy!? Stiles dreaded the night.
What the shit was Derek thinking?
In which Derek and Stiles find themselves in an altogether too small tent. A misunderstanding occurs, followed by a mutually satisfying resolution. (Said resolution involves mutual fucking.)
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In which a supremely disoriented, desperate Stiles finds himself compelled to land himself in Derek's bed.
(Un?)surprisingly, Derek doesn't seem to mind one damn bit.
On other days he joked that Derek smelled of man pain and brooding, like pissiness and joy-killer glares, but those were simply jokes. The truth that filled his nostrils as his hand slipped, unnoticed, beneath his waistband smelled like want, like need, like everything Stiles desired.
He'd wonder, later, if the English language even had words to describe it, or any language, for that matter. It wasn't just a smell. Here, in this place, in this time he didn't experience it like an ordinary sensation but instead like an all-encompassing physical thing he wrapped himself in.
It wasn't enough. It wasn't fucking enough, but he couldn't have left that bed if he tried, would have clung with feverish strength to the blankets he'd stuffed himself into.
Were he lucid he'd recoil at the noises climbing from the depths of his throat. He wasn't lucid.
He wasn't fucking lucid and it felt like he'd never be lucid again, subsumed by this driving course through an ocean of unmet need.
"Stiles?"
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Struck by you - what your eyes can do by Definitively_Different_Drivel
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Stiles is pretty sure that soulmates aren't a real thing. Sue him, he's a romantic. Which means that he doesn't believe that love is predetermined by the stars, or the fates, or any bullshit like that. There's no way a magic spell exists that can order up love like it's a large pepperoni with extra mushrooms. Stiles thinks - no, he knows - that love is decision you make. One that you keep making, every day.
And even if soulmates were a real thing, he definitely wouldn't be Derek Hale's.
But on the off chance Derek does have a soulmate - someone out there who could finally make him happy in the way he deserves - Stiles is willing to try the stupid spell.
Bookmarked by Definitively_Different_Drivel
16 Jun 2026
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Delightful ludicrous fun with vibrant kickass OC side characters. Speedruns a gamut of soulmate tropes because the spell recognizes that our boys be the big dumb and need a frying pan to the face instead of the advertised subtly. 15/10 would and want to absofuckinglutely read again.
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[Podfic] Doodles by Definitively_Different_Drivel by Squishyowlbear
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25 Mar 2026
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Screaming fabric stretched across Derek's skin. Damn though, those were pecs of truth, pinched and perky and perfectly poised beneath altogether too thin fabric. He'd need to take it up with Shakira, because yeah her hips didn't lie but clearly they weren't bastions of veracity like Derek's chest, and— shit.Derek's eyebrows grew stormier, like a pair of little thunderclouds, ready to rain on Stiles' tight-shirt parade, only without water, because life wasn't fair, demonstrated by the fact that his thoughts were now occupied by visions of Derek's t-shirt, soaked, wet, and wrapped like latex as the sight of tan skin seeped through and—
Shit. What was he thinking about again?
"You remember what happened last time you got me into a shirt this tight, don't you?"
In which Stiles shrinks Derek's clothes and gets caught. Derek gets some very creative revenge.
It ends, of course, in smut.
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30 May 2026
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Stiles looks up. Slowly. “Holy shit,” he says. The tentacle is attached to more tentacles which are attached to a giant glowing squid thing. “That is not the droid we were looking for.”
Bookmarked by Definitively_Different_Drivel
28 May 2026
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Yes. Also the Stiles narrative voice is like top fucking tier here, like hot damn!
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Stiles hasn't been back to Beacon Hills in years, but when he senses Something is Up, he makes the decision to go back to help out. Filled with anxiety, he heads back to the trauma filled nightmare that is his hometown, ready to protect his pack, the love of his life and his son.
This fic takes huge liberties with the plot of the movie, featuring Sterek who are idiots in love, a magical, BAMF Stiles, and a demon masquerading as the Nogitsune.
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Standing next to not-Derek – whoa, holding not-Derek’s hand? – is someone who looks remarkably like Stiles. Is Stiles, a slightly-altered replica, just like this guy both is and isn't Derek.
It’s not like looking into a mirror – one, because looking into a mirror actually makes some kind of sense, and two, because not-Stiles looks older too, mid twenties maybe. And the tips of his short, spiky hair are dark purple, and he’s got a lip ring and he’s shirtless and covered in tattoos and what the holy hell?
“Time travel?" He's sufficiently freaked. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears his dad laughing.
“Not exactly,” not-Derek says, and shit, even his voice sounds exactly the same, disconcertingly gentle. He gestures behind him, and Stiles looks over his shoulder, where behind him, scattered across the porch and in the front yard, are more…Dereks and more Stileses.
Fourteen total, including the two at the door, he notes distantly, eyes feeling like they’re about to pop out of his head from bulging so hard.
Seven other Dereks. Seven other Stileses.
Seven Derek and Stiles pairs.
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Bookmarked by Definitively_Different_Drivel
17 Mar 2026
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The kickass one with the multiple Sterek pairs that has lived rent free in my brain for years and will no doubt live there forever more happily filling space as one of my favorite fics ever