Derek asked Stiles if he can spend Christmas with him because he doesn't want another Christmas with Boyd, Erica and Isaac. Stiles and Derek find themselfs falling for each other... **DISCLAIMER** THIS STORY WAS UPLOADED IN 2015 NOW UNDER REVISE AND REWRITE LOOK FOR CHRISTMAS LIST REWRITE IN MY WORKS LIST

Completed Stiles "accidentally" let it slip to a group of very popular girls that he was gay, which really meant he had a master plan to get a hot girlfriend. Stiles "accidentally" bumped into the most popular girl in school, which really meant he wanted her to notice him and his gayness, just so they could become best friends. Stiles "accidentally" made it clear to all of the openly gay boys in school that he was available, which really meant he wanted this whole gay thing to seem real, so Lydia HAD to believe him. Stiles "accidentally" told Derek Hale he'd go to the winter dance with him, which really meant he wanted Lydia to see them together and believe this whole scheme. The only thing Stiles actually did on accident, was fall in love with the captain of the lacrosse team, Derek Hale.

A Sterek fiction. When Derek realises that Stiles has become a trigger for him he tries to stay away. He knows that waiting until it passes is the best thing for both of them, but after being forced to stay together in a pool for hours Derek can't help but seek Stiles out. Little does he know that he is stirring something in both of them that they didn't even know existed. Warning: This story does contain smut.

You run away from the orphanage because all you do is get bullied and abused. You meet Rick and his family. Slowly you begin to fall in love with Rick while gaining trust. He falls for you too. But just wait until you see what a shocking truth hides behind both of you and Rick's past. Will you and Rick stay together? Or will your love fade away like dust?

This will be partly based off the episodes, partly not. Either way enjoy and 'Awwwwwaaayyyy we Go!' Warning: (Contains profanity but no smutty scenes cause that's left to the dark imagination of the readers)