#also the fucking ending where he calls stiles baby. FUCKING HELL!!!!!!

[hotgirlstiles]

okay so i’m gonna need everyone to read this fic with me cause it is genuinely the most perfect and most amazing fic to ever exist. like where do i even START ohmigod ok. so everyone already knows how much i’m a sucker for those whumpy character study fics for stiles and by god this is it. this is THE one. but no no. it doesn’t just end there. girl. this is THE derek hale characterization that truly only ever exists IM TELLING YOU!!!!!!! ohgod all of my posts abt my perfect derek hale ALL SUMMARIZED AND DONE IN THIS FREAKING FIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ohgod im honestly going crazy this fic is jsut so so good and the derek is so so nice and beautiful and so so well written. the relationship and development between sterek is so beautiful and easy and gwaaah

ALSO BEFORE I EVEN FORGET. THE SCOTT. THE SCILES. TO DIE FOR!!!!!!!!!!!! ohgod this is just. the most healing and wonderful fic to ever read. you have stiles going through so much but then the pack is there to be with him and it’s just. god. wow. the characterization and the way it’s so well-written and how the author played it all. god. 100000/10 certified the hotgirlstiles forever fic rec literallg no conplaints 🥺👼🏽❤️❤️

[emilym7411]

Just acting (D.O) Smut + Angst

Warnings🛑: smut- daddy kink (daddy is used once), pet names (doll, darling, baby), praise kink, cursing, unprotected sex (just wear a damn condom). Angst- crying, yelling. Fluff at the end =)

Requests are open🌻

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Dylan and I never got along. Since the first day I started working on the set of Teen Wolf, he's always had it in of me.

I have no clue why he's being such a dick about everything, because no one else is.

After 3 weeks of him being a total ass, I decided that I was going start being rude back to him.

*knock* *knock*

"Hey, uh you're being called to set." I told Dylan when he opened his trailer door

"They could've texted me, so why the hell did they send you to come and tell me?" He asked, looking me up and down.

"Do I look like a fucking mind reader Dylan?"

"No, but you do look like a stuck up bitch."

"Your mom should've swallowed you." I said, turning around and walking away before he could say something else.

As I made my way back to set, I heard footsteps running up behind me.

"You're a stuck up bitch and you're rude."

"Go cry about it." I told him as I kept walking.

"They should've hired someone else to be my love interest."

"I agree."

For some reason that made Dylan stop.

"Did you just say that you agree with me?" He asked, he sounded shocked. I turned around and looked at him, he had a shit eating grin on his face that I would give anything for, just to smack it off his pretty face.

"I don't see the issue with that." I stated

"You never agree with me. On anything."

"Look princess. We're about to shoot a sex scene together, the least we can do is try to be a little nicer to each other, just until the scene is over." I told him.

"Did you just call me princess?" Dylan asked. I rolled my eyes and continued walking.

Once we made it there, the director told us to undress and put on underwear. The underwear we were going to be wearing was the same color as our skin tone, so that we look naked, without actually being fully naked.

After we put on the underwear, we put our clothes back on and got ready for the scene.

It was officially time to shoot the scene, I was nervous, I mean who wouldn't be when they're about to have "sex" with Dylan O'Brien?

"And action!" The director yelled.

"Hey, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Stiles asked as he looked at me. We where in Stiles's room, studying for a test we had tomorrow.

"Just thinking." I replied after a short pause "about?" Stiles looked at me curiouly, setting his book down to give me his full attention.

"You." I replied simply "what about me?" "Everything. I'm thinking about how hot you look in that shirt. I'm thinking about your lips and hands all over my body." "Baby, you should've said something sooner." Stiles said as he stood up and made his way over to me.

Dylan took off his shirt, I would be lying if I said it didn't make me even the slightest bit wet. I'm honestly embarrassed about how turned on I got from just seeing him shirtless.

"Like what you see?" That was not in the script, that was purely Dylan being a cocky asshole.

"Mmm, I always do." I said, staring up at him. That shit eating grin never leaving his face for even a second, not even he crawled onto his bed and ontop of me.

"God, you really are gorgeous." He said, kissing me right after. My hands went straight to the back of his neck, my fingers playing with his hair.

We pulled apart, he waisted no time in removing my shirt and bra followed soon after, along with my pants.

Dylan moved his lips to my neck, kissing, biting and leaving bruises everywhere he could. "Fuck Stiles." I moaned

"Thats it princess, l want everyone to know how good I make you feel." "You do, you make me feel so good."

I felt his hand move between my thighs, slowly inching closer to my pussy.

"Ahh" I moaned when he pressed his thumb against my clit. That was also not part of the script. And yet, I still threw my head back in pleasure at the feeling of him.

I didn't stop him, I didn't tell him to get off of me, because although I act like I hate him, i've been so madly in love with him for last four months.

But for now, all I can do is to enjoy the feeling of his lips against my skin and his hand between my legs, because I know damn well I'm not letting him know about my feelings for him.

"So fuckin' wet and all I've done is kiss you, its pathetic." He whispers in my ear, soft enough so that only I can hear.

Dylan pulled my panties aside, pushing two of his fingers inside me, causing me to arch my back as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me.

We were both covered with duvet on his bed, the camera was still able to get all the shots that were needed, but no one could see what Dylan and I were actually doing.

"I need you." I moaned as I pulled at his hair again. "Someone's needy." Dylan replied with a smirk as he sat up, and looked down at me.

"You know, something tells me you're all bark and no bite" I said as I sat up a little, staring back at him.

"We both know thats not true doll."

"Mmm, do we though? Because it looks to me like you don't really know what you're doing."

"You shut that pretty little mouth of yours." Dylan said, the smirk on his face dropping, but the one on mine growing.

"Or what hmh? Are you gonna spank me? Punish me? Because if you are, please get on with it." Before I even knew what happened Dylan turned me around, face down and ass up before grabbing a fist full of my hair.

"You want me to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours"

I couldn't respond, I was honestly shocked by his change in behavior, so I only nodded.

"Words baby, c'mon, you had a lot to say a minute ago." He grabbed my hair even tighter, causing a whipmer to escape my mouth. "Do you want me to fuck that pretty little cunt?" He asked slowly, kissing my neck after each word.

"Yes." I practically moaned

"Mmm, good girl"

"God, just fuck me already. Please." With that, Dylan pushed my head down again, I heard him taking off his pants.

He came up behind me, giving my ass a hard smack before rubbing the spot he hit.

"Please, Stiles. I need you. Please." Dylan leaned down, whispering in my ear "are you sure?" "Yes." I whispered back. With that, he once again pushed my underwear out of the way and pulled out his dick.

He slowly rubbed the tip over my clit and entrance, before pushing in.

"Oh fuck." I moaned when he finally bottomed out. I clenched around him, causing him to groan.

"So fucking tight." He groaned. He started fucking me at a brutal pace, its a miracle no one caught on to the fact that we weren't acting and Dylan was actually busy rearranging my guts.

"Fuck, don't stop, please don't stop." I begged. Dylan could feel how close I was by the way I clenched around him. He pulled out and turned me over before slamming into me again.

"Cum for me baby, be a good girl and cum for daddy." "Ah fuck Stiles. I'm cumming." I moaned, scratching Dylan's back.

Dylan didn't stop fucking me. I could feel him twitch inside me. "Cum inside me. I want you to fill me up." I whispered in his ear, out of breath.

"Oh fuck Y/N." Dylan moaned in my ear as he came inside me.

Only after he pulled out did I realise what just happened.

"And cut! That was perfect guys! You guys can go get cleaned up and head home, that was our last scene for today." Russell called out.

Dylan practically ran to his trailer, leaving me on set, legs shaking and mind racing.

After I got myself cleaned up, I went over to Dylan's trailer, knocking on the door.

He opened his door, shock all over his face when he saw me.

"Y/N, what uh- what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you about earlier."

He moved out of the way, creating space for me to walk into his trailer.

"Why did you ran off like that?" I asked once he closed the door.

"I don't really know."  "You're going to have to give me a little more than that Dylan."

"What do you want me to say Y/N? I was acting. Everything we did was just acting."

"It wasn't 'just acting' and you know it! You were balls deep inside me. That's not acting Dylan, thats you fucking me because you wanted to. Because maybe you don't hate me, maybe you're actually in love me and you're just to damn scared to admit it!" I yelled.

I was pissed that he couldn't admit his feelings, then again, I can't either.

"Fucking you made the scene more realistic.  I don't have feelings for you. I never have and I never will. For the last time. It was JUST acting." Dylan said, his tone of voice getting madder with each word.

It hurt. His words hurt. But instead of crying about it or letting him know how much it hurt me, in front of him. I just nodded my head and left.

As soon as I closed my trailer door I called my best friend.

___Dylan's pov___

After Y/N left my trailer, I couldn't help but feel bad. I lied.

The only reason I've been such a dick to her is because I'm in love with her, i mean who wouldn't be. She's smart, funny, kind, gorgeous. She's my dream girl.

I don't know why I started being a dick to her, I don't know shy I continued being rude to her even after she was nothing but kind to me. Then she just, changed. She started being rude to me too. Thats why we are where we are right now.

When we shot that scene I didn't plan on actually fucking her, but I got lost in the moment, i just needed to feel her. I needed her, still do.

After a few minutes I decided to grow a pair and go over to her trailer to finally tell her how I feel and to apologize for everything.

___

"How could I be so stupid? Thinking he could ever love me the way I love him really is pathetic." I didnt mean to eavesdrop, but when I lifted my hand to knock, she started talking. She was crying.

Once she ended her phone call with who ever she was talking to. As soon as she did, I knocked on her door.

When she opened it, I looked at her eyes, they were red and puffy and her cheeks wet with tears. When she saw it was me, she tried closing the door, but I stopped it just before it closed.

"Please let me talk." I begged

"Fine. Talk." She said, crossing her arms over her chest, looking at me.

"I love you." I spoke after a few seconds of just staring at her. It was straight forward, but I just needed her to know how I feel, she deserves to know how I feel.

"Is this some kind of sick fucking joke, because if it is I swear to -" I cut her off by kissing her.

"I'm so sorry about everything. Ive liked you since you started working here and I don't know why I've been such a dick to you, but I just want you to know how much I like you and I really want to take you out on a date." I told her once we pulled away. "So Y/N, will you please go on a date with me?" I asked

She smiled and pulled me in for another kiss. "Yes." She said, puling away for just a second before kissing me again. "But you're going to have to do alot more that just take me on a date, to prove you're sorry for being a total ass." She said, smiling

"I promise." I said, smiling back at her.

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[softspiderling]

watching the teen wolf movie bc i’m bored out of my mind i’ll answer the asks when i get in the right head space guys don’t worry

@stilinskiderek this is mostly for you😭

sorry but liam speaking japanese cracked me up

the alpha???? plssss can you make it more obvious i’m crying

not allison😭

uh oh the red blinking light cannot mean smth good

jesus

LMAO SCOTT SAME

Help

what’s going on (i have not watched the trailer btw i do not know the plot)

chris’ reaction to bardo help😭😭😭

still??? like she’s been stuck between life and death for like 10ish years??

LMAO NOT BEWCON HILLS

i thought that’s where they were but i guess they’re in la

wait he hasn’t been back in beacon hills??

the way they act like they left after allison’s death lmao

bruh. i cannot look at holland the same after the shit she said about arden

HELP HAHAHAHHAHAHA

she still does the same face

the outfit is not giving

EWWWW

the ending of the series doesn’t even match up with the beginning of the movie but pop off i guess

OMG MINI STILES

you cannot tell me he’s NOT stiles’ son they’re exactly the same

HALE AUTO😭

he’s so babey

OMG ZADDY jordan

not that guy again (i forgot his name)

“his son” bruh the fixation on the jeep is family given

THAT ENTRANCE IS SENDING ME

HAHAHAHAHHA PLS CALL YOUR SON

derek is so daddy

eli is so derek and stiles’ son

“bc he knows i hate it” HELP

he even jumps out of the jeep likes stiles

he doesn’t even look like derek’s son😭

sorry but what was jeff thinking writing miniature stiles even though he despises sterek he’s so dumb

the trauma of allison’s death seems way too recent

there were like 3 seasons after her death and he never seemed to be affected by it until knoow

i know i know it’s bc of the plot

this outfit is way better

so what pairing was canon when the series ended? i legit can’t remember

EW NO

Not them

the amount of dirt seemed to have doubled in his fist lmaooo

LMAOO wait isn’t melissa here??? weird asf

jackson’s entrance is weird asf

how did lydia and stiles leave off?

jackson and ethan are still a thing😭

that is not how i pictured derek’s house to look like

LMAOOO

i missed his lil annoyed expression

THAT’S SUCH A STILES THING TO SAY

i’m so confused

LMAOOOOO

oh dang

so where’s his ‘mom’

oh jordan my man where’s all your hair

is he still a

WTF

ewwww

GROSS

Disgusting

that pairing doesn’t even make sense to me

he prolly left derek

oh man he’s so fed up poor baby

ew

skip

wasn’t he dating lydia at one point???

help that dude couldn’t have been chris right

LMAO right scott and malia used to date

awkward asf

this is so sus

what is GLING ON

OMG THWT IS NOT DEATON THATS THE NOGITSUNE i’m calling it

OMG WAIT CHRIS IS THE NOGITSUNE

LMAOOO ELI stiles’ son

it’s giving stiles

so they were walking through the woods for like an entire day

eli’s entire character is stiles coded

are they resurrecting her

they prolly did. and she’s gonna show up the next day or smth

WHAT RHE FUCK

why are all of them naked

omg it is melissa

ewwww

omg it’s coach

lmaooo

LMAOOK THE GRANPA LECTURE

“no that’s stiles’ son”

ALLISON DAME BACK TO LIFE WITH A MANICURE???

if she’s supposed to come back to life looking like she did when she died when is her hair long

why aren’t they sniffing her out

i am so confused

omg no chris 😭

bruh none of it makes sense

LMAOOKTHIS IS JUST MIRRORING STILES AND DEREK

bruh

they killed derek just like that?

doesn’t make any sense

that’s fucked up

oh okay he’s not dead yet

but like close

why isn’t he healing

doesn’t make any sense

bruh really peter

i do not understand the plot man

also liam’s role is so unnecessary??? and so is his gf??

what the hell just happened

PLSSS DEREK IS SO ADORABLE

“did you see your eyes”💀😭😭😭

LMAOOO YOU FUCKING IMBECILE I FSNT

why doesn’t derek turn into a real wolf tho

lmaooo ewwww

WHAT RHE FUCK

Emotional damage

why did derek have to sacrifice himself??? sorry but that doesn’t make ANY sense but okay

okay i need to process this shit

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Are you open to requests? If so can you find any steter fics with top!stiles and bottom! Peter? Thank you! :)

Yeah!

Pillow Talk by SushiOwl

(1/1 I 1,834 I Explicit)

“You’re going to have to move if you want to fuck me, y’know,” he murmured in Peter’s ear.

Peter smiled. “I don’t plan on moving,” he told him. “I’m so comfortable.”

“Then how are…?” Stiles asked, sounding adorably confused. Peter gave him a moment, and he let out a soft ooh. Peter looked at him over his shoulder and saw him lick his lips. “You serious about this?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise,” Peter told him, before he snuggled back into the pillow. “Think you can handle doing all the work?”

The One Where Stiles Stays by NiklausScratchIII

(1/1 I 2,861 I Explicit)

This is an alternate ending to chapter 8 in It's Just Like Catnip, but For Wolves.

This is for everyone that was disappointed that Stiles used his better judgment and left. This is a stand-alone chapter and will not be a series, just a variant reality of the story.

"So, this whole time?" Stiles asked.

"The whole time," Peter grinned.

Stiles backed out the door, his face numb and blood cold in his veins.

Peter laughed watching him turn and cross the bedroom.

Peter let him leave but walked out the stairs as Stiles crossed the living area below him.

"Told you I was in control," Peter called down.

"Fuck you!"

"And you did, brilliantly, I might add," Peter said wagging his brows.

Alpha Baby by cathcer1984 

(1/1 I 7,318 I Explicit)

Stiles goes to the Club to play. He gets a lot more than he bargained for.

We Hales Don't Spit by SquishySterek (Herm_own_ninny) 

(2/2 I 8,238 I Explicit)

Stiles and Peter have a family. It's kind of a cliche, but they've adopted abandoned werewolf kids and have them as their own.

This Could Be So Dirty That it Just Ain't Right by taylorpotato 

(1/1 I 10,830 I Explicit)

Ever since Stiles presented as an Omega, he hasn't been feeling the same urges as his peers. When he's around an Alpha that's not Scott (who is pretty much his brother at this point), his first reaction is to shrink away, not try to press closer. Until he meets Peter Hale. Who acts like the most annoying, entitled kind of Alpha on the planet. Except he's not one. He's an Omega. Of course, Stiles would turn out to be every type of gay possible.

Peter Hale's Hero by asarcasticwitch

(2/2 I 11,689 I Explicit)

The first time Stiles met Peter Hale, it had been entirely by accident.

An accident he will be grateful for until his dying breath.

The man had been brought into the station after allegations—which were later proved false—were made against him. The moment was akin to one of those cheesy Rom-Coms where the two love interest’s eyes meet across the room in slow motion; Stiles’s breath had seized in his throat, his heart hammering wildly in his chest, and, well, he fell.

He fell hard.

Halfway to Hell is a Long Way from Heaven by cywscross

(4/? I 30,472 I Explicit)

Peter offers to bite Stiles that night in the parking lot. To mark. To brand. To claim.

Stiles just laughs at him.

On hindsight, it was pretty laughable, in a terrifying skin-of-the-teeth sort of way, and on occasion, Peter still regrets ever opening his mouth with that particular question. Mostly though, he’s content, even happy, and that might be Stockholm Syndrome speaking, or even his mortal mind buckling under the relentless weight of Stiles’ desires, but either way, if he gets to live and live well under the protection (possession) of an eternal, immortal being, what does anything else matter?

Magic and other fun surprises by softcotton

(18/18 I 44,461 I Explicit)

Stiles doesn't talk to Scott, after having enough of Scotts' doubts about his ability to protect himself. He decides to find out more about his Spark and stumbles upon information about The Rightful Warriors, perfectly combined pairs of magic users, who are supposed to be the most powerful creatures in history of supernatural. Also, great BFFs. Will Stiles be lucky enough to be amongst the few who have their magical soulmate? Will he meet them and become powerfull? Is Peter a creeper who has been stalking Stiles for two years but can't anymore because he got caught?? (Yes, yup, and obviously)

Unpack Your Heart by Julibean19

(20/20 I 101,539 I Explicit)

The coffee table was on fire.

Derek leapt backwards as Stiles scrambled back on his hands in a crab walk until he hit a support beam.

"Stiles, what did you do!?" Derek yelled, eyes fixed on the flames. When he tore his gaze away to check on Stiles, he saw that his eyes were glowing a deep red. An Alpha red? Derek didn't have time to dwell on the exact color too long as the table top cracked and fell to the floor, flames rising higher.

Sequel to The Only Living Boy in which The Alpha Pack and the Darach attack, Stiles becomes the Hale Emissary, Stiles and Peter take their relationship to the next level, and everything is a bit more magic than anyone realized.

[christinesficrecs]

Hello, i hope youre having a lovely weekend/holiday so far, i was wondering if you could rec some movie aus preferably rom-coms? Thank you and i hope you're doing all good and are healthy. Lots of love!!! x

Hey! I hope you’re having a great holiday!! Here are some rom-com au’s. Since it’s New Year’s I have an excuse to rec this fic. AGAIN! 💜

Oh baby give me one more chance (to show you that I love you) by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 54.7K | Explicit

The Sweet Home Alabama AU that nobody asked for.

The Holiday by matildajones | 16.5K

It's Christmas, Stiles is alone, and he finds himself swapping Bed & Breakfasts with Cora Hale over the holidays.

Wait by cutloosemcgoose | 23.4K | Explicit

Sitting on his couch, staring at the wall, it feels like Derek is watching his whole, miserable, lonely life flash before his eyes. He’s twenty four and he’s alone. No family, no friends, no real pack. He’s six days away from spending one of the most family-oriented holidays of the year trying to avoid any human interaction. If anyone could see him right now, they would tell him he looks pathetic. If Laura could see him right now, she would probably beat the crap of him and then tell him he’s a loser.

A Walk in the Clouds by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 13.9K

The one set during WWII where Stiles is a pregnant grad student and Derek is a PTSD riddled soldier, both of them looking for a better life.

as long as the stars are above you, i will love you by ericaismeg | 14.8K

Four years ago, Stiles started working with Mr. Hale, and in that time, he's never hated another person as much. Suddenly, he's being pulled into a meeting room and being asked about their engagement or else Mr. Hale will be deported. Stiles can't afford to lose Derek now, so off to Beacon Hills they go for his grandmother's 90th birthday.

Oh boy, pretending to be engaged to the boss he's hated for years is going to be tough, especially when he realizes he doesn't hate him at all. Not one little bit.

The Rest of Your Life by paradis | 4.1K

“Seemed like a buttercream guy,” Stiles says innocently, and grabs two forks and pours two huge glasses of milk. They eat in silence and when Stiles finishes his mouth is filled with the too-sweet taste of peanut butter icing and chocolate cake, and he’s full, but he feels good, too. He stares at Derek, who’s licking his lips after his last bite of cake. “I think I’m probably not straight,” he says suddenly. And Derek says, “I ripped down the whole top floor of the house this morning thinking about Laura.”

A High School Cliché. by halelujah | 2.8K

“Are you the one that played a porno in the Principal’s office?” A gruff voice asks.

“Depends if you’re the one that threw a dumbbell through a window.” He drawls, not bothered in moving from his comfy spot.

Just Like Heaven by skargasm | 23.4K | Mature

Derek Hale is a recently widowed architect moving into a new apartment in Beacon Hills. But the apartment isn’t entirely empty: it’s haunted by the ghost of a man called Stiles. And although Stiles can’t remember much about his life, he’s convinced he isn’t really dead. While Derek recruits Kira, an absent-minded psychic, to get to the bottom of Stiles’ identity, he and Stiles begin to fall in love.

Easy Alpha by interropunct | 4.6K

Easy A/Teen Wolf AU. Wherein, Derek Hale is the high school hussy, Jackson and Scott really need to learn to use their inside voices. And, contrary to popular belief, everyone is still a virgin.

He's Just Knot That Into You by aggybird | 3.6K | Mature

Stiles doesn't have much luck finding Mr. Right, and Derek the bartender hears all about it. 

Seen that wild blue yonder (let's hide under the covers) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) | 25.9K | Explicit

Weatherman Stiles doesn’t have time for a relationship. So when his friend and neighbor uneasily tells him that he’s thinking about dating again, but he doesn’t feel ready yet, the solution seems obvious. Friend sex. Obviously.

Or: 5 times Derek asks Stiles about the weather, and one time he doesn’t need to ask.

The Proposal by Firenation | 17.9K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski is the long-suffering assistant of Derek Hale, editor extraordinaire. Also jackass extraordinaire.

The Proposal AU where Stiles has to get engaged to his terrifying boss Derek in order to prevent him being deported. And somehow has to persuade his family that they're really in a relationship (stop laughing, Scott). Difficult doesn't even cover it.

I See Your Face Before Me by jezziejay | 9.2K

While Stiles was studying in New York, Scott moved to LA and found a new co-bestie. Stiles can't wait to meet him. The feeling, however, is far from mutual.

AU piece, based somewhat around one of the stories in the movie Love Actually. The end especially.

tumescent by kellifer_fic | 9.3K

"I would have to want to date Derek for your plan to work," Stiles points out, secure in the knowledge that his logic is infallible and yes, he's had a pointless and soul-destroying crush on Derek for as long as he can remember but nobody knows that.

I'll Love You Still in Hell by talktowater | 10.7K | Explicit

Stiles has always had these dreams where he was drowning, they were just dreams, really fucking horrible dreams but just dreams nevertheless. Right?

Seriously, it's like you're photoshopped. by nevermetawolf | 8K

"Oh my god," Stiles squeaks out again. "You're unbelievable."

Hot Bar Guy bobs his head agreeably. "I've been told that before, though usually people are more out of breath and less clothed when they say it."

Or, the Crazy, Stupid, Love AU nobody asked for.

A Lifetime of Laughter by the_problem_with_stardust | 15.4K | Mature

“Are you serious? Who in their right mind would marry me?”

“Well, you’re – you know – you.”

“Thanks. That clears everything up.”

The Beacon Hills version of a Proposal AU

We Pick Ourselves Undone | 24K

Derek Hale has been cursed with a wolf-like face since birth, which he can only be cured of by marrying a fellow high-society blueblood. Derek has little hope of ever finding anyone he can stand, or who can stand his face, until he meets Stiles, and his carefully-maintained isolation is completely upset.

[redxblueihateloveyou]

I'm curious what you think the worst shipping dynamic is? And the reasoning behind it if you have any.

Thank you so much!!!

haha I do have several of those actually. I’ll include both what I think are the worst dynamics and the kind of ships that “I just don’t get why would you ship smth like that”.

1. What I actually call “a mom and a manchild”.

examples: Hatori/Chiaki from “Sekaichi Hatsukoi”, Ikuya/Hiyori.

I guess, technically there’s nothing wrong with this, if they both enjoy being this way, but firstly I just hate adults behaving like infants and I don’t think encouraging such behavior can lead to anything good, and secondly watching this just makes me uncomfortable for many reasons. And moments like when Hyori came up to Ikuya when he talked to Haru and was like “it’s too late and you can’t talk to this man, time to go home” and Ikuya went I just cracked up at this. Also when one part is basically changes the other’s part diapers, but in return gets tantrums or basically nothing or “but I wanna play with someone else tho”, it’s just a kink I do not get, like why would you want to be treated like this is beyond me.

But then I also generally dislike infantile characters, and I can’t ship smth if I don’t like both parties, so maybe bc of this. I always like the mature characters. Like even when I do know in theory that a 13 year old in reality can’t behave like Todoroki, I’m still like, I don’t fucking care, that’s the one I like xD But when 20 years old Ikuya behaves like this, I just do not appreciate it, I guess.

2. “I don’t have an identity, my identity is you or what you want me to be” category, including “my dignity flew out of the window” ones and “I just do what you do”. (I CANNOT HANDLE THIS DYNAMIC, YOU KNOW I CAN’T!!!!!!! I DO NOT WHY, BUT IT’S JUST PISSING ME OFF THE MOST OF ALL PROBABLY)

examples: Eren/Mikasa, Haru/Makoto, Natsusa/Sei from “Number24″.

Sports animes do that a lot. “The only reason I played rugby is because you played it” is a major cringe. And no, it’s not romantic. Romantic is like when you’re both passionate about this and doing this sports together makes it even better/more meaningful, that I get. Not, “I only went there bc you like it” and I’ll have what you have, I’ll do what you do. Like.. huh? You firstly a person, as in fully formed one pls, you can’t exist as someone’s trail. 

Those ships always contain this one person (like Mikasa, Makoto), who are just the accessory of the other character. Mikasa’s problem is not the ackerbond, it’s her life position, she herself chosen to be Eren’s doormat. And some also find this romantic, I think, but I just hate such things. Also the truth of life: if you don’t respect yourself, your crush won’t respect you either. Just saying.

Makoto, I sincerely think, if Kisumi would be his neighbour instead of Haru, he’d be playing basketball at school lmao. Like SD has so many of absolutely terrible scenes, where Makoto just for real turns to Haru and goes “do you think I should go to the basketball club if we’re not swimming?” like dude, I’m... he’s like a walking definition of “meh” if there ever existed one. How can you do not care what you do? Like at all. This is beyond me. That’s sad. Watching him makes me sad.

I just need both characters in a ship be you know THEM, fantastic on their own, then when they’re together they become an absolutely explosive magic. It’s just a true fact.

Also there is one ship who is not quite this category, but kinda touches this theme. Ciel and Lizzy from “Kuroshitsuji”, ike the original Ciel, for whom she wanted to pretend to be a dumb damsel in distress for the rest of her life. Like fucking seriously????? You’d live like this????!!!! Fucking hell, you must really don’t love yourself like at all.

3. Humiliation isn’t my kink.

examples: Dazai/Akutagawa, Midoriya/Bakugou.

Akutagawa and Midoriya are badass motherfuckers and also wonderful human beings on their own. When they encounter Dazai and Bakugou they become sheeps. I hate seeing them like that, that’s basically it. Also humiliation is really not my kink. The whole “treat him like crap” thing. Like some things they did to them is just.. my god, I don’t like it.

Like when Dazai asked Atsushi to throw the phone moment, I literally flinched so hard watching it, I can’t even explain this feeling between the dejection and utter disgust at the fact that Dazai did it, that I felt watching it, but I fucking hated it.

4. Those who bring out the worst in each other or don’t bring out anything in each other.

All my ships literally all with no exceptions make each other the best versions of themselves, push/challenge each other to become better/brighter/happier, etc., or add to each other that piece the other was missing. 

If someone makes someone feel depressed, miserable or even just simply stuck in a rut, that’s probably not it. There are some ships who just simply can’t make each other happy or even make each other unhappy and that’s a fact.

5. Ships with no development or development so tiny that you need 120 episodes and an magnifying glass to see it.

examples: I’d say, but I just don’t want those 10 year olds in my ask box again.

Hate this for obvious reasons. Because as wise ppl say “only fools don’t grow” or "if we don't change, we don't grow. if we don't grow, we aren't really living."

6. Those who are like brothers to each other and said so and don’t emmit any and I mean ANY sexual vibes or attraction in that kind of way towards each other. 

examples: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley (like THE FUCK seriously), Stiles/Scott from “Teen Wolf”, Keith/Shiro.

I just cannot imagine them being romantically involved, I literally can’t. And I don’t get it. It’s like they even say “you’re my brother” thing, but also they just do not give off any couply feels and imagining this kinda make me cringe a bit, cause I have two sisters I’m very close with and their relationship remind me of our relationships so just.. no.

7. They are not each others priority. Meaning both putting someone else or something else before them.

If they don’t put each other first, I most likely probably don’t want it. 

My jam is like Stucky and when they say to Steve “you do this, captain, and the whole world would think of you as a criminal” and Steve being like “fuck you, take your shield, take your idiotic hero rules, I don’t care, he matters to me more than your whole dumbass world”.

My jam is Lan Zhan who went against the whole world and a horde of stupid donkeys and fought for his baby till the end. He really didn’t care if he’d lose everything and what would other ppl think, if it meant that Wei Wuxian will be with him.

On the other hand, we have Jin Guangyao, who had Lan Xichen, but he wanted power and idiots’ love more, so he chose what he chose. Do not get this ship, like no, thanks.

As for putting specific someone else first. Rin/Sousuke, for example. I in general do not get it, but also like there are like 10 moments in the anime like in Yakusoku when Rin forgot about him, when he saw Haru during the tournament and an actual quote “Sousuke looked at Rin, who will always put Haru first”. So like... I do not get it. If you see them as a couple this is technically no good no for Sousuke, no for Rin.

8. Obviously straight ones, but “hey, I need them gay”.

I in fact just do not believe in a “straight ppl do not exist” thing. As I’ve said before there are exceptions where some characters give off the clear bi vibe, but those are pretty rare tbh. And even more rare canonically proven ones like Kanda from D.Gray-man, for example. 

The moment they show some character in anime drool over some girls he doesn’t even know, but he don’t react to any of the guys like this, this just means he’s most likely heterosexual. Cause only straight guys drool only specifically after seeing random boobs. So this thing always throws me off in some ships.

99% of my ships are either canonically gay or most likely gay, but author doesn’t want to label it. 

There are just lots of animes where main character/s have shown no interest in an opposite gender whatsoever like “Natsume Yuujinchou”, “Kuroko No Basuke”, “AOT”, “Number24″, “Fukigen na Mononokean”, “Tower Of God”, “Owari no Seraph” etc., but did in fact show interest in the same gender one. That I get, yes. 

And btw even if you want somebody to be as I call it a “wishful bi”, I think it should be only in situations like if these characters have some absolutely wonderful/undeniable connection, not just the ship for the sake of gay ship.

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That’s probably it. Otherwise I’m fine, I think :D  

[stetervault]

Hey, love the blog!!! I was wondering if you had any fics where Talia is terrible to Peter and/or Stiles? I know that's a lot of fics so maybe ones where it's a notable plot point? Thanks!

Here are some I know, with various levels of bad alpha/sister/all-around person!Talia (some have her redeemable, others not so much):

IBDC: Teen Wolf by moonstalker24 --> Pretend to be dating AU Part 1 & Part 2

Peter pretends to be Stiles' boyfriend, which quickly evolves into being his actual boyfriend.

The Sphinx of Beacon Hills by Guede (Stetopher)

Stiles is a sphinx, and he’s winging his way to visit his buddy Scott when a storm drops him in Beacon Hills, the craziest, crankiest, coldest place ever. And somehow, he ends up with a bunch of werewolves.

The Other Husband by Therapeutic_Steter

Tumblr Prompt: You start working with your spouse and everyone thinks you're cheating because they don't know that's your spouse.

Home by Ragga

Don't be like him, they would say, and then add, or else you get burned.

Unable to bear the whispers any longer, This One left. He forsook those who forsook him, left him bear his scars alone, the scars he bore for his herd. It was better to be alone, stay off the currents, than swim with those most undeserving of his loyalty. So mote it be.

That is, until he met That One.

Ink Blossoms by Triangulum

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

God Only Knows by katiemorag

Peter still couldn't quite believe he was being made to attend his niece's wedding, reason number one being that her fiancé was Peter's ex, who had cheated on Peter with Laura.

There's also the slight issue of his entire family refusing to believe that his boyfriend, Stiles, actually exists.

You Are so Much Better Than I Ever Knew Before by lavenderlotion

“Oh sweetheart,” Kate cooed, voice sickly sweet and obviously fake. “You didn’t think you were dating...did you?”

Stiles just stood there, still in shock and only coherent enough to shrug his shoulders. “Oh sweetie, that is just too cute. No, Der-Bear here just needed something to keep his cock warm while I was away visiting family.”

what the dust reveals by WindyRein

That one where Stiles and Peter are soulmates and there's spy-assassins and wings and other stuff.

You Just Got Ghosted! by Ragga

“What’s your name, angel?” little Stiles murmured even as his eyes fell closed, quickly losing his battle against sleep.

Stiles smiled. It was a little sad but also heavy with the knowledge that what he was doing was the right thing—heavy with the knowledge he didn’t deserve the moniker bestowed upon him.

“You can call me Mietek.”

Or the one where there's time travel, feels abound, two Stiles in one timeline, and one of them stuck somewhere between the planes of existence. Yet a ghost can still manage to save the day and get the girl. Or the wolf. Manly wolf. Because Peter.

Toothed Morality (Send Me Flowers) by rightsidethru

“The world is a dark place, moje kochanie; it is one filled with monsters, always ready to gobble you whole. Be wary of the promises they give: seal every vow with blood and bone and Name. A True Name, one that will bind them to their word.”

“But how will I know that they’re telling the truth, Matka? Couldn’t they lie…?”

“You’ll know, mały płomień.”

Send Newts by Bunnywest

The first thing Peter notices is that Talia’s smiling, and that in itself makes him suspicious. When he sees that Laura’s smiling too, his distrust intensifies. “What?” he demands? “What is it?” Talia’s smile widens as she serves him a cup of tea, made just how he likes it. “Just wondering if your new husband knows you’re such a curmudgeon in the mornings,” she says sweetly. Peter’s cup clatters against the table and the tea spreads in a puddle, ignored. “My what?” “New husband,” Laura chimes in, and then she’s wrapping her arms around Peter’s neck, and saying, “Thank you, Uncle Peter,” and hugging him tight, and the memory of last night tugs at him again. What happened again, exactly?

The Various Triumphs of Mischief Bilinski by Whispering_Sumire

"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind.

Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling.

Chris cocks his gun.

"You killed my father," he says.

"No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity.

"What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar.

"I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?"

[Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

The Devil You Know by Triangulum

Hell is busy and Peter is understaffed. There are too many evil people being sent down below and there are only so many demons Peter has to torture them with. He needs to reorganize. They don't utilize group torture nearly as much as they should. Stiles probably has some ideas on that.

Or

Peter is King of Hell, Stiles is his second in command, and Talia summons them for a favor.

Call Me Mary Poppins by Triangulum (Stetopher)

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose and says, "You're telling me you want to fuck the nanny?"

"Don't be ridiculous, it's nothing as stereotypical as that, Christopher. This isn't porn. I want to seduce her," Peter says.

Or

A Stetopher nanny AU that wasn't really asked for.

Follow My Lead by Inell (Peter/Laura/Cora/Derek/Stiles)

Peter can’t quite figure out what’s so appealing about the young agent questioning them about his sister’s murder, but he does know that Agent Stilinski is more than he seems.

The Perceptions of You and I by lavenderlotion

“Baby, why did your secretary ask me if I was here under duress?”

Peter looks at him, blinks slowly, and then tilts his head to the side before asking, “She what?”

“She asked if you were forcing me to be here,” Stiles says, eyes flicking across the room to where said assistant is standing at the punch bowl. “She wanted to know if you were blackmailing me or threatening me.”

“She thinks you’re here under duress because Peter is such a terrifying bastard there’s no way a human Omega would be with him otherwise.”

Rent-a-Date by RebaK1tten

If Peter has to spend Christmas with his family, he's going to have a buffer. Even if he has to get him off a website.

Pissing Off The Straights by Therapeutic_Steter

platypusesrneat asked: Peter's family is alive, rich, and complete assholes. Peter can't stand them and is trying to get out of going to their stupid party. Cue Stiles saving the day!

Prayers to a Lesser God by Green

When the Hales are trapped in a house fire, Peter prays to every deity he's ever read about. Miraculously, one answers his call.

this (let's remember) by sinequanon

Peter has always done his pack's dirty work, but it's not until his sister locks him away in Eichen House that he realizes that he has other priorities.

OR

A Romeo and Juliet type story featuring less suicide and more murder.

Don't Come For His Family by lavenderlotion

In the three years Stiles had been with Peter, the man had only talked about his family a handful of times - and as far as Stiles knew had never once spoken to them. So he wasn’t exactly excited to see the mans family, even though that’s exactly what they were about to do.

It does not go to plan.

Beautiful Like Birds by Whispering_Sumire

"Stiles?" he asks, turning on the light, and Stiles looks at him- eyes wide, a flicker of utter devotion and heartbreaking joy passing his features before his whole face crumples and-

"Daddy?"

John has never seen his son like this, or maybe he has, when Claudia died, but it's different somehow, more, and terrifying because he has no idea why. He's closed half the distance between them before he even has time to think it through, but it doesn't matter because Stiles has bridged the rest and flung himself into John's arms.

He falls apart like that, holding onto John so tightly that it's hard to breathe, but he can't care about that right now because his son is sobbing and chanting "Daddy," desperately into his shoulder.

[Or, the one where Stiles goes back in time to save the world, and surprisingly, survives to tell the tale.]

We Three Can Rule The World by Whispering_Sumire (Steterek)

"Hello," he says softly, setting his fiddle down in his lap, not bothering to stand.

"Hi," Derek replies, half-gruff, then, because he should, "that was- that was beautiful but... you know this is private property, right?"

The boy throws his head back and laughs, and laughs, and laughs. The sound of it is overwhelming in its childish joy, and his eyes positively sparkle when they land on Derek again.

"Yes," he says, unashamed "I knew." Then he's standing, fiddle and bow in one hand, the other stretched out toward Derek, friendly and welcoming, "My name is Stiles."

[Or: The one where there's a fiddler, and two werewolves whose eyes flash blue, and a whole fucking world to conquer.]

The Alpha Thief by Triangulum

Something changes around the time Peter turns thirty. His wolf becomes malcontent and angry. His control, impeccable since he was a child, starts to slip, that inner rage leaking out. Talia's iron clad control over the pack chafes him. He can't explain why, but it feels like his world shifts. Pack members he's grown up with suddenly leave with barely an explanation, without a goodbye. His parents' deaths, something that occurred over five years ago, suddenly feel raw, everything after their passing he remembers feeling stilted and wrong.

Or

What if Malia's existence wasn't the memory Talia took from Peter? And what if memories weren't the only thing she stole?

[florenceandthemachine]

talk to me about stiles blindsiding the hell out of jackson with his absolutely insane dirty talking talent that leaves jackson flustered and blushing like HE’S the virgin and not stiles

In retrospect, it really shouldn’t have been a surprise. Stiles never shut up. Ever. It f the few constants in the universe, the Stilinski Motor Mouth.

That’s not to say it was a bad thing—Stiles had talked himself out of a hostage situation, a locked room with a chupacabra, and three speeding tickets, one of which was when he was riding passenger in Jackson’s Porsche. And Jackson, against his will, found it oddly comforting—trust was essential in any relationship, and he knew as soon as his plane touched down in California that as long as Stiles was talking, everything was going to be okay.

Which, in hindsight, was the stupidest mistake he had ever made.

Jackson’s year abroad (“yes, Stilinski, that’s what we’re calling it. It sounds way better than ‘the year my parents basically held me hostage in England’.”) had been a very long, but eye opening year of what felt like non stop therapy and physical training. The pack that had more or less adopted his sorry ass was nothing like Derek’s—meaning it was functional—but Jackson learned quickly that the alpha, a kindly woman named Charisse, didn’t take well to any of Jackson’s rich boy problems. Like, at all. She had taken to ignoring Jackson flat out when he was wrong, which was something that he quickly discovered was far more effective than any physical punishment, and made it well known that she was not going to hear a single complaint out of his mouth unless he was asking for help.

So when he finally broke down and begged for help, after three months of alternating back breaking physical training and completely pointed silence, she literally welcomed him with open arms—like, literally, hugged him and shoved a business card into his hands—to the world of therapy.

He learned (slowly, sure, but he still learned) about himself. About how he handled relationships, how he generally took on WAY too much blame, and weirdly enough, how important it was for him to talk things through.

Jackson could more or less pinpoint the exact point in his life where he realized that ‘talking being important to him’ and ‘Stilinski being important to him’ were one and the same. He could also pinpoint the exact place where the drywall in his bedroom had been patched after he had thrown his phone through the wall upon that realization.

Once he was over his tantrum, though, he simply accepted that fact and decided to move on. He continued to train. He continued therapy. And for the first time in the eight months he had been gone, he actually texted Stiles back (at the urging of his therapist, from a new phone, his old one lost in the walls of his apartment building).

Stiles had been texting him off and on for the months he had been gone, and Jackson was initially distraught to discover that he was the only member of the Beacon Hills pack that actually bothered to keep in touch with him (save Lydia, but it would take an act of god to keep the two of them apart). There were several strings of texts, none of which Jackson had replied to, none of which he was going to reply to.

The first text that Jackson sent Stiles, fully aware and not caring that his therapist was hovering over his shoulder, was only five words.

“You are important to me.”

Four months later, he claimed his inheritance, hugged his Alpha goodbye, and treated himself to one last purchase on his parents black card before he cut it up and threw it away—a one way, first class ticket to California.

Stiles met him at the terminal at LAX.

The rest, as they say, was history.

-

To his benefit, Stiles didn't seem all that shocked when Jackson came back from England as a person that was capable of communication.

What did shock him, though, was that Jackson didn’t just talk. It was that when Stiles spoke, Jackson actually listened.

Because Stiles rambled. He knew he rambled, and that when he rambled, people didn’t usually listen to him, they just kind of tuned out. Stiles thought that was what Jackson was doing as he paced around the living room in Jackson’s apartment, stopping only to kiss Jackson hello before complaining about one of the kids in the class he was TA-ing. So you could imagine his shock when Jackson laughed, shaking his head, asking if if was the same person who had mixed up cauterizing and catheterizing in last weeks essay, because “if it was, seriously Stilinski, I’m going to start blaming you for these kids stupidity.”

Stiles had come to a screeching halt, his mouth gaping, looking at Jackson like he had grown a second head, and Jackson’s smile immediately slipped when he looked up.

“You... you actually listened to me complaining?”

It was then Jackson’s turn to look at Stiles like he was crazy,

“The fuck do you mean, of course I was. Why would I be ignoring you?”

Stiles didn’t respond, which was probably for the best, as he was suddenly very occupied trying to tie his and Jackson’s tongue into a knot.

-

So, yes. Stiles talked, and Jackson listened. There was just one thing that Jackson couldn’t figure out.

When they got to bed (which they had gotten to fairly quickly—hey, who could blame them?) Stiles was almost silent. Other than the occasional grunt or high pitched whine, Stiles seemed to swallow most of the noises he could have made, and it frustrated Jackson to no end.

He finally decided he had had enough of that, though, one ordinary evening when he was taking up his favorite past time—bouncing on Stiles’ dick. He was putting on a fucking show, too, moaning and gasping and taking the lead and while Stiles was doing all the right motions, he was doing it one handed, because he was practically biting a hole in his other wrist to keep himself quiet.

Jackson decided he had enough. He slammed down on Stiles dick, taking him up to the hilt, powerful thighs locking Stiles hips in place, so no matter how much Stiles squirmed, they wouldn’t move.

“Stiles.” he snapped—or maybe growled, his voice low and gravely, panting, eyes blue and hair wild, and at least Stiles looked appropriately blissed out too.

“If you don’t talk to me. If you don’t say something, right now, I am never going to move and we are going to die of blue balls.”

Stiles gaped at him for all of two seconds, and then it was like a damn broke.

“Do you have any idea how pretty you are, Jackson?”

Which, okay, not where Jackson thought they would start, but he wasn’t complaining.

“God, you look so good, spread on my cock like you were made for it. Like we were made for one another.”

Jackson shuddered and Stiles grinned, the small, nonverbal communication all he needed to continue.

“I love it, Jackson. Love watching you split yourself open on my dick—“ Jackson moved, finally, grunting as Stiles met his thrust, “—such a good boy, god, so good for me Jacks—“ and Jackson was panting, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, “—so fucking good for me, mine, fucking all mine, you’re fucking mine and I’m never letting you go—“ and Jackson was climaxing, his back arched as he let out a strangled cry, body convulsing as he came untouched. Stiles chest and stomach was messy with his cum, and then Stiles was coming too, filling Jackson with a steady narration of “so good, fucking perfect, pretty, mine, fucking mine.”

They were both out of breath by the time Jackson collapsed on top of Stiles, the only sound in the room their panted breaths, though it was no surprise when Stiles spoke first.

“That... that was okay?”

Jackson laughed, tugging Stiles close, his voice completely wrecked as he kissed the back of his head. “Stiles, if I could feel my legs right now, I would be back on your dick letting you know just how very okay it was.”

-

Stiles had never shied away from complimenting Jackson, but now they took on a different tone—sexual, possessive, and Jackson loved it. It wasn’t just “you look so good today,” it was “you look so good for me today”. It wasn’t “I’m so proud of you”, it was “I can’t wait to reward you”. And when Stiles had a bad day and needed a distraction, it was no longer the wordless beconing to the bedroom—now, Stiles would come home, sit in his lap, and say “My day was terrible, and I missed you, and I need you to come to bed and tongue fuck me until I cry.”

Jackson would never admit it, but these were the moments he loved the most—when he got Stiles so blissed out on his tongue, or his cock, or even a few fingers if he could angle them just right, that Stiles was a broken, babbling mess beneath him. He took it as a point of pride when he got Stiles beyond comprehension, and today must have been a particularly difficult day, because in between the “oh fuck, right there, fuck, Jackson, so good” and the “oh baby, fucking yes, Jacks, god, please” Stiles just dissolved into repetition, affirming and reaffirming how much Jackson was loved and valued and loved and amazing and fucking loved.

Afterward, when they were both sweaty and sated and out of breath, Jackson held Stiles close and they just talked about what was bothering Stiles, about what had happened, and they worked through whatever it was. That was almost as good as the sex, not that Jackson would admit it.

It wasn’t just speaking, Jackson learned quickly, that Stiles had been holding back on. Speaking just seemed to be the kingpin of it all. But now Jackson was getting dirty pictures sent to him at random points of the day. He was getting text messages that were so graphic, he had to immediately excuse himself to the restroom. He was getting voicemails that were just breathy moans and the sound of skin on skin. Stiles was a menace, to the point where the rest of the pack would refuse to be in the same room with them once one of the pair got That Look in their eye... and Jackson loved it.

(Jackson had immediately panicked when he came home one day and Stiles was silently pacing in the living room, but he should have known better than to worry. By the time the night was over, they had only exchanged five [coherent] words—four from Stiles, one from Jackson. The solid weight of the ring on Jackson’s finger said the rest.)

[ascottywrites]

The Angsty Post

Where Happy Endings come at the slowest of paces.

*Or, you know, sometimes not at all. 

Rewriting the future by Synesthetic  (Complete: 28/28| 106,631) --Steter 

Two days before their planned bonding, alpha Derek Hale runs away with his secret beta girlfriend, leaving Stiles heartbroken. With the demands of his omega physiology forcing him to bond with someone before his first heat, Derek's uncle Peter steps in and offers a solution.

Backstage is Full of Parasites by Falln_Grce (Complete: 14/14| 61,346) --Steter 

A little tweak to the Teen Wolf universe where Stiles learned to take care of himself from a young age. And despite going through trauma as a child, he's 17 now and has adjusted to the new normal as well as he can. With a soulmate-AU just to keep things interesting.

What if the Sheriff didn't turn to alcohol when his wife died... What if he focused all of his attention on helping a seven year old, recently removed from an abusive home, Isaac get settled into the Stilinski household... Where would Stiles fit into that world?

How I Long For Yesterday by sweetbutterbliss (One-shot| 6,017) --Sterek 

Stiles blinks, his throat going dry, and he moves his thumb without thinking - liking the post. He feels a surge of petty satisfaction. At least the fucker will know he knows now. He stands up, his body feeling too heavy, and he blows out the already guttering candles. He lets out a sob of frustration when the last one won't fucking blow out. But he sucks it back in and bites down on his tongue, using his thumb and forefinger instead.

He throws himself into their empty bed without undressing. He lies there repeating the words 'Derek blew me off for Isaac' over and over. He tells himself to shut up while rearranging his pillow violently, but he goes to sleep with the refrain continuing its painful loop.

You're Not Who I Thought You Were by halcyon1993 (Complete: 21/21| 84,549) --Sterek 

Stiles is lonely. The only person who really talks to him is his best friend, and even Scott seems eager to ditch him whenever someone better comes along. Following a stupid decision made late one night, his small world opens up as he discovers things he never before thought possible and he meets a mysterious man who could be the answer to all of his problems.

In Word and in Deed by lielabell (one-shot| 7,778) --Sterek 

Stiles has stopped saying "I love you." Derek wants to know why.

(Once in a) Blue Moon by clarkoholic, skywardsmiles (Complete: 14/14| 60,051) --Sterek 

Stiles and Derek are getting along, but they’re not a family, and they’re sure as hell not mates. Christ, they’re basically just two stupid guys who happened to get pregnant because of a full moon and sheer dumb luck.

We Are Made of Our Memories by JenyaKeefe (Complete: 9/9| 12,441) --Sterek

"I don't have amnesia." "Um, clearly you do. You're under a spell that's taken a year's worth of memories." "No. I've wakened from a spell."

Lost on you by devilscut (Complete: 7/7| 51,322) --Steterek 

A deadly encounter with an Alpha changes Stiles' life forever - kicked out and betrayed by his best friend and brother, Scott McCall, he leaves Beacon Hills, but much to his surprise not alone. Ten years down the track, living a life he never dreamed possible, a chance meeting brings back memories of that night - the good and bad mixed with a whole lotta WTF that even now still has him scratching his head as to what happened.

In Treatment by tzzzz (Complete: 22/22| 166,937) --Sterek 

Derek hires Stiles, a professional alpha sex therapist, to help him through his heat.

The New Normal by midnightcas (Complete: 27/27| 63,392) --Sterek 

After Stiles gets hurt...again, Derek puts him on the metaphorical supernatural bench. Meanwhile, Stiles tries to have a normal life and make normal friends. But when a new pack comes to town and the Hales start getting threats, things start to get a little....not normal.

The Mating Privilege by Kikileduc (Complete: 12/12| 35,380) --Sterek 

Stiles and Derek have been happily mated. The pack is doing well, but in hopes of creating alliances for it to do better, Derek accepts a neighboring pack's request to allow two wolves to join the Hale-McCall pack for a full moon cycle. They hope to form a blood-tie, or at least a long term friendship between the two packs. The issue is Kohona, the tribal leader's daughter, has her eyes set on an unavailable alpha wolf. This could have drastic consequences for their young emissary, however...

Beta read by the amazing Splash_of_ bi! Cannot thank you enough!!

Jokingly I'm adding this WARNING after having two separate comments talk about heart palpitations and others stating they are physically shaking or experiencing high blood pressure after reading the first few chapters.... WARNING: read with caution if you have a pre existing heart condition, Derek and the Pack may cause you to be upset!!

If We Could Match by forestofbabel (Complete: 9/9| 23,455) --Sterek

As Stiles waits behind the camera during an interview, he thinks he should maybe quit. Because, in all honesty, despite the charming smile the actor is pulling out for EW, Derek Hale is kind of a jerk.

Your Heart for My White Fences by zgdtx (Complete: 10/10| 29,444) --Sterek 

At first, Derek was the one night stand that he could not pry himself away from. Before he knew it, Derek was the married man Stiles had fallen in love with. Then, Stiles was the little lamb being tossed into a pit of wolves, helpless and alone. There was not much he could do, no, not much at all. Dark AU.

Call in the Air Stike (Tell Them to Make the Drop) by WednesdaysDaughter (Complete: 2/2| 5,126) --Sterek 

"How do you tell your best friend that the guy you were slowly falling in love with flat out said you were nothing but a waste of space, and you’ve secretly felt that way about yourself once or twice on a bad day? The answer is, you don’t."

Twyla Hale by FiccinDylan (Complete: 13/13| 37,123) --Sterek 

After the formula of their go-to product changes, "Hair Day" becomes "Hell Day" in the Hale Pack household. It's time for Derek to call in the pros, imagine his surprise when he's presented with a wicked tongued white boy with honey brown eyes.

***sure there’s some stuff that happens that’s not fun but i think I would characterize this as light angst in comparison to the inherent possibilities of this fandom lol  

Baby You're Beautiful by supernaynay (one-shot| 1,089) --Sterek 

“God you’re beautiful.”

Derek hadn’t even realized that the words had left his mouth until the whole room went silent, including Stiles, who until about five seconds earlier was busy yelling at him for putting himself in danger yet again.

I want to do this for you by Late_to_the_fandom (Complete: 17/17| 19,323) --Sterek 

“You must be delusional,” Derek deadpanned as he stood abruptly and stalked away indignantly to throw the broken shards of his cup in the garbage can. “In what harebrained scenario of yours did you think I’d say yes to this?” His heart thundered in his chest as he stared at Stiles in disbelief. “Nothing good can come out of this and you know it.” He paced angrily, his hands fisting then uncurling as he tried to rein his emotions. He stopped suddenly, his glare piercing and his words cutting, “I would never let you use me like this.”

There's Something About Love that Breaks Your Heart by Stereklover11 (Complete: 5/5| 7,835) --Sterek 

"I love you," Stiles said.

Derek didn't answer right away. Then he said:

"I'm sorry Stiles, but I don't feel that way about you. Or any guy for that matter."

The one where Derek is bisexual but doesn't know it and refuses Stiles' love...at first. ;)

Baby Daddy by DiscontentedWinter (Complete: 25/25| 55,369) --Sterek 

Laura Hale decides it's time to expand her pack. And Stiles could really use the money. And Derek... well, that's when things get complicated.

Bake to Remember, Eat to Forget by butyoureyessaidyes (Complete: 19/19) --Sterek 

It’s 6:18 A.M. on a Monday, and Stiles is using his thumbs to shape the fondant butt of a Winnie the Pooh sculpture. It’s the most action he’s seen in a long time.

--

Or the one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn't know he's part of a werewolf pack (until he does).

Kill Me Once, Shame On You by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle (wip: 15/?| 46,512) --Sterek 

In the aftermath of their final bout with Gerard, things kinda went to shit. Yeah, they won. But Scott had violated some major boundaries. Jackson was still an emotionally constipated douche. Erica and Boyd were missing. In general, everyone was left missing a piece of themselves in one form or another. There was also the fact that there was a literal pack of alphas bearing down on them. Stiles was really getting sick of this shit.

(There's) Sulphur in Our Blood by WonderWolf (wip: 19/21| 186,356) --Sterek 

"Harris put you on a recon mission with Derek. You. Alone with Derek. On a mission. Together,” Scott says, slowly. “Does Harris want you dead?”

“I believe so," Stiles says gravely.

(Secret Agent AU where Derek blames Stiles for his sister’s death and Stiles is pretty sure that Derek’s going to murder him. As if that weren’t enough to deal with, Stiles’ familiar keeps having public breakdowns.

Oh, and there’s a mole in the agency, so there’s that too).

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hello! Thanks in advance. Do you have an recs for long sterek fics with an alive hale family?

AND

kevaaronday said:Hey, I hope youre well! Do you know any fics like "Indelible Marks" that has big alive hale family, idiots in love, werewolf reveals ect? I've tried looking for something with a similar vibe and haven't come up with anything

Get ready for lots of reading.

Didn't See That Coming by knittersrevolt

(43/43 I 83,838 I Explicit)

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

No Homo by orphan_account

(12/12 I 84,092 I Explicit)

Stiles' sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos + 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads "str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic". Derek is the fool who replies

Puzzle Pieces by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(3/3 I 89,402 I Mature)

“Okay.” Stiles glanced at his phone, wincing at the battery being close to ten percent. It was probably time to call Scott. Turning off the flashlight, mostly to save battery and kind of freaking out over how dark it was—though the half-moon reflecting off the snow helped a bit—he opened his contacts with shaking hands and scrolled through to Scott’s name. Once he hit it, he put the phone to his ear, looking around, and froze.

The phone rang in his ear, but his eyes were locked on something big and moving through the trees.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

If that was a fucking bear, Stiles was fucked!

The line kept ringing and ringing, but Scott didn’t answer. Eventually his voicemail picked up and Stiles very slowly lowered the phone and hung up without looking, eyes still on the dark shape in the trees. He glanced down for only a second to turn on the flashlight function again, then lifted it ever so slowly upwards, and felt his breath freeze in his lungs.

It was a wolf.

It was a motherfucking wolf.

Three Marks by sanam

(1/1 I 113,736 I Mature)

"And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off— And suddenly it was done. Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt."

Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi

(29/29 I 156,742 I Mature)

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

At least the Road to Hell is paved, I'm not good with Stairways by lady emebalia (emebalia)

(80/80 I 170,037 I Explicit)

When Derek signs up on a BDSM dating site, he expects things to be straight forward. Turns out the road ahead has more unexpected turns than he thought. But at least Stiles comes well equipped for twists and turns.

I Hunt For You With Bloody Feet by CharWright5

(26/26 I 200,462 I Explicit)

“Mates don't always mean happy ever after.”

When twenty-year-old born omega werewolf Stiles Stilinski received that cryptic email from his twin brother—who'd been missing for two years exactly—in a language the two of them had made up, his drive to find Stuart is doubled. The search leads him to Oak Creek, the most secured and heavily fortified city in all of California, where he finds that not only is his brother dead, but also the literal alpha of his Dreams in Derek Hale—who just happens to be his twin's Mate and the main suspect in Stiles' eyes. Despite an agreement to fight mutual feelings, the two are still drawn to each other as they try to solve the case themselves, uncovering a plot that goes deeper than the murder of just one wolf.

Indelible Marks by billtheradish

(87/87 I 275,695 I Mature)

The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)

Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn't old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn't stop him from being interesting...

[christinesficrecs]

Nothing new, just lots of cheesy romance. ❤️

Reason For Call by 74days | 58.9K | Explicit

Stiles has been working in his call-centre booth for nearly 5 years when he first hears the voice of the new IT guy. Surely anyone who sounds like that has got to be H.O.T Stiles takes it upon himself to get to know him better. The only problem is, he's got no idea what he looks like...

Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? by sophisticatedyet | 8.7K | Explicit

Stiles gets a wrong number call from an old man who can't install his antivirus software. He feels like doing a good deed, so he decides to walk him through it.

Derek is not an old man, just a technologically incompetent twenty-six year old TA who has made enemies of the entire UCLA IT department. The helpful stranger he has just accidentally called is about to become Derek's go-to computer guy.

The Curve of Your Clavicle by WhoNatural | 6.2K

Wherein Derek's office rival might be the same person keeping him sane at night when the loneliness hits.

nom de plume by bleepobleep | 3.9K

There are no more chapters. 22 is the last one. Derek groans in despair. He has to know what happens.

Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon by secondstar | 21.3K | Explicit

Being a teenager sucks. Being a werewolf teenager sucks even more. With a life full of holding back who he really is, not having any privacy whatsoever, and the seemingly sudden appearance of one Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale's life just got a whole lot harder.

The One Where He Pitches And Catches by mikkimouse | 4.2K | Explicit

Derek entered the conference room, spotted the table with "M. P. Stilinski" on it, and stopped short.

Oh fuck.

It most definitely was not going to be fine.

Sitting on the other side of the table was the most attractive man Derek had ever seen, with whiskey-colored eyes and pale skin with dark moles speckled across his jawline, moles Derek was very familiar with because he'd spent two hours last night drunk out of his mind and licking them.

my heart's been offline by thepsychicclam | 58.8K | Explicit

Where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.

Stand Here At The Edge Of Something New by Chiomi | 3.2K | Explicit

This is Stiles’ last night of freedom before he’s married to a man he hasn’t seen in over a decade - not even photos, not even Facebook. He intends to make the most of it.

Ink Me by AsagiStilinski | 4.2K 

Derek is never going to find his soulmate, because there's no way in hell there exists a man named Mieczyslaw in Beacon Hills

Then Erica hires Stiles

Misinterpret Me Like Lolita | 10.9K

“You don’t even know the course name?” Derek growls after the guy blushes and stutters out an answer, because, Jesus, he thought the university had standards.

And it sounds like the course the guy is describing is his. Isn’t it just his lucky day? No breakfast and another student who doesn’t give a shit about the course material.

This class is going to be hell – he’s calling it now.

Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain | 17.6K

“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.

Letters by ericaismeg | 8.9K 

The one where Lydia sets up an email account for Stiles to "confess his love" for Derek. And as fate would have it, they also end up becoming friends in person at the same time.

Special Order by bleepobleep | 2.3K

Stiles is twenty-nine years old, lives alone, travels way too much, doesn’t know when the last time he had a home cooked meal where no one was trying to impress anyone, and he’s just tired of all the fancy bullshit. His face is too recognizable; he can’t even attempt to try a new restaurant without the chef requesting the honor of plating something special just for him.

And right now? Stiles really just wants some chicken nuggets.

Here's to the Static by matildajones | 80.8K

Stiles spends most of his college break in a coffee house where he stares after Derek Hale. For some reason, Stiles is unaware of the fact he's quite the musician, and Derek amuses himself at Stiles' obliviousness.

A Royal Christmas Engagement by skoosiepants | 25.6K | Explicit 

Young omega Warden Lord Mieczysław Stilinski, given the royal request of marrying Crown Prince Derek Hale of Triskelion, predictably messes the whole entire thing up.

[ladiekatie]

we’ve seen a good number of de-aged!Derek fics, but imagine for me... if you will... de-aged!Sheriff.

Like imagine Stiles practicing his magic at home, thinking there was no one else in the house. He’s practicing on a plant, maybe it’s dying idk, and he casts a spell to make it young again but what he doesn’t know is that THE SHERIFF IS HOME EARLY FROM WORK and currently microwaving some spaghetti in the kitchen.

Stiles is very bummed that his spell didn’t work on the plant and goes out to mope with Derek. Sheriff gets very tired suddenly and has to go to bed. (The sheriff parked the car in the garage that’s why Stiles doesn’t see he’s home) So them Stiles is out all night because [redacted]. and when he gets home the next morning he notices that the plant is ALIVE! Maybe now he notices the sheriff is home because he utility belt is on the table or something and then all of a sudden someone screams! and it’s coming from his dad’s room!

Stiles rushes there prepared to fight because who the hell is in house? He gets there, hands all glowy ready to throw some magic (i don’t know sound) and protect his dad except there stands someone very much not his dad but looks awfully familiar. 

“Stiles!?” the person says. He’s shirtless but wearing familiar plaid sleep pants.He’s got good abs and if Stiles wasn’t practically werewolf married to the sexiest werewolf alive and if the dude was currently an intruder in his house, he’d go for it. 

“Who are you?! How do you know my name?”

“What the hell did you do now?”

“Who. Are. You? You better tell me before i zap you with my magic or send a bunch of werewolves on your ass!”

“Mieczyslaw,” Sheriff deadpans. 

“HOly SHI!!!T ddaADD??!” Immediately Stiles slaps his hand over his eyes desperately trying to forget how just a moment ago he was down to fuck his dad. “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!?”

“you tell me son!” the sheriff moves around the room, hopefully to put a shirt on. 

Eventually they find out that it was Stiles’ spell. Stiles calls Derek over, which hey btw we’re dating, but also DEREK MY DAD IS YOUNG HELP. Deaton says the magic should wear off in a couple of days so Sheriff just has to lay low for a couple of days. Scott is shooketh. Derek will not stop laughing. They play videos games and Sheriff actually understands the appeal now. Stiles cries because his dad has more chest hair than him. It goes for a couple of days and nothing really changes. 

One morning, Stiles wakes up and sees the plant a little bit smaller than it was the night before. Stiles yells  “OH NO!” and then rushes down the stairs to find a teenage version of his dad drinking orange juice out of the carton. Not only that but Stiles calls him dad and Sheriff is like “????”. Deaton is concerned because the magic should have worn off by now. Derek is very concerned and is harkened back to when Stiles was a teenager. 

Stiles starts combing through his books trying to find a way to reverse it. 

The next morning, Sheriff is a tween. Like full on acne tween who can’t figure out deodorant and by the end of the day he is like 12 and won’t shut UP. at least now Stiles knows where he gets his hyperactivity. The younger Sheriff gets, the more his memory degenerates too and soon he’s acting like a bonafide 12 year old and is convinced Stiles is his older brother. 

Stiles makes lil Sheriff sleep in his room so he can keep an eye on him through the night as he does some more research. In the morning, Lil Sheriff is like 7 and calling Stiles and Derek dad. Derek probably gets a little more excited than he should be when he gets to play with lil Sheriff outside. That night, Lil Sheriff is about 3 and won’t stop cuddling up with Stiles and Stiles is NERVOUS that he won’t be able to figure this out in time and he doesn’t know what will happen to his dad once he gets to an actual baby. (Derek pops a boner when he sees Stiles with a baby on his hip and Stiles won’t stop judging him about how inappropriate this is THIS IS MY DAD DEREK!!”)

Finally! right when Lil Sheriff is the size of a newborn Stiles has an idea! and it WORKS! the magic is reversed and the plant starts growing in the right direction! But LIl Sheriff stays the same?? Derek suggests that it might take some time and that they should sleep on it. But Stiles is to paranoid that it didn’t’ work to sleep so he puts his infant dad on the bed and keeps researching until the wee hours of the morning. He falls asleep hunched over in his desk chair. 

He wakes up to a loud groan and on his bed is his dad! His old! Grey haired! Bags-under-his-eyes dad!!!

Stiles hugs him and it seems Sheriff doesn’t remember anything and is very confused as to why he is waking up in his songs roon with a fuzzy duckling blanket the only thing he has to cover himself. 

Deaton has to help Stiles and Derek break the news to the sheriff that he spend the better part of a week being magically degenerated to a baby. It wasn’t the funnest thing, but Stiles is sure glad to have his dad back. 

[cywscross]

got any f/f fic recs?

Okay so apparently not Final Fantasy but femslash. I’m stupid, sorry. Uhh I don’t read that many femslash compared to slash but I can name some:

NARUTO

Sing as their bones go marching in again by felinedetached  (Sakura/Ino)

Instead, it goes like this: Haruno Sakura is the daughter of two civilians, from civilian families. She is nothing and no one—smart, yes, top kunoichi, yes, but she will never be on par with clan kids. She is teammates to an orphan powerhouse from a dead clan and the last remaining Uchiha.

Haruno Sakura is nothing and nobody, but she breathes and grows and thrives and the forest thrives with her.

(She opens her eyes to wood, grown from nothing, and Hatake Kakashi stares in disbelief at the tree where his student used to be.)

Or, Haruno Sakura should have had the goddamn Mokuton and this author is mad.

No one there to shame me for my youth by felinedetached  (Sakura/Ino)

What she hadn’t expected was to be what is apparently next in line for Kakashi’s position—although, she supposes it was inevitable—or for the nurses at the hospital to look at her with such adoration.

Sakura’s not complaining, she just hadn’t expected it.

(She’s the medic on a team of powerhouses, the backline fighter to Naruto and Sasuke’s brilliance, and she never thought it would be her people looked at like this.)

But it is her; and as she gets glances and propositions from both civilian and ninja, from male and female alike, she wonders.

The Fair Maiden by Tozette  (Sakura/Ino)

Basically: Princess Ino has been kidnapped by the terrible dragon Sakura! Brave knights Chouji and Shikamaru must rescue her from the fearsome beast. It... does not go entirely as expected.

The Shinobi version of Pride by grit (Sakura/Hinata/Karin)

The coffee sways dangerously.

“Why,” Sakura interrupts, before the chaos can get any worse, “are you in my kitchen?”

every fire is a lesson learned by blackkat (Konan/Sakura)

Just when Konan has lost hope, she meets a hero.

three birds watch and the fourth flies by grit  (Minato!Sakura/Kushina)

There's a legend in her hands like clay, so she must work hard to be formidable, to be everything he was and she isn't, because what if she screws up the future, selfish enough to make space for her own?

She pours over heaps of sealing scrolls and tries not to think too hard on what happens if she fails.

Or: Timid Minato but this time around, she's Sakura.

throw it my way (all the love you keep) by amako  (Sakura/Ino)

The crux of the matter is: they don't have a Hokage, the one that could be Hokage is sharing a Moment with his soulmate or whatever, and when asked to take the mantle again, Tsunade had broken a few bones. Not hers, obviously.

will to live by justdoityoufucker  (Sakura/Ino)

Sakura joins the ANBU. The entire world seems a little tilted after that, but they all adapt.

Bumpy Future by Dovey (Sakura/Hinata)

It's her last year at the academy when Sakura hits her head. When she wakes up, she has a little trouble matching memories to the people in them- but she'll have to get it right eventually, yeah?

in which sakura pairs vague associations with the wrong people, and everyone is much happier because of it (Except Iruka-sensei).

the Rebel ‘verse by felinedetached (Sakura/Ino)

(Three things come after that:

The moment of realisation. The moment she realises Sasuke’s left the village, gone off to do who knows what with Orochimaru-

Her memory returns to her - she was useless against her teammate; taken down by a pressure point and unable to do anything to prevent him from getting at it.

Inner rages, throws herself around, cursing and screaming until finally, finally she calms and she says Uchiha Sasuke is a traitor.)

In which Sakura gets the character development she deserved.

shattered dreams into rhapsodies by blackkat (Kushina/Mikoto)

For the prompt "I’m a monster/guardian that the local village give sacrifices too and you’re the new sacrifice but don’t worry I won’t eat you, I’m kinda lonely"

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HARRY POTTER

Four Walls (And the Right People) by blackkat (Lily/Narcissa)

“Is coming in there going to make me lose my will to live?” Lily calls, amused.

“No!” Harry protests, wounded, like she and Narcissa haven’t previously walked in on structural damage, fires, flooding, and mysteriously conjured cat-sized dragons. Sirius has been a terrible influence on them.

the girl who lived (again) by dirgewithoutmusic (trans!Harry/Ginny)

Molly tried her best. When Harry had told them, Arthur had asked excitedly, "is this a Muggle thing?" Hermione had hurried out a "no!" and a frantic history of gender diversity in the wizarding world.

"It's just that I'm a girl," Harry had said, and Arthur had nodded and asked her about how telephone booths worked. He would call her by the right pronouns until the day he died at the respectable old age of one hundred and thirty three, and he would make it seem easy.

But Molly had to try. Hermione explained things faster and higher-pitched every time Molly messed up a pronoun. Molly frowned and muttered and put extra potatoes on Harry's plate at breakfast. Harry slept in Ron's room, which didn't bother either of them but which made Hermione scowl.

Harry got boxes of sweets and warm hugs, as Molly chewed things over. For her fifteenth Christmas, the Weasley sweater she would receive would be a bright, friendly, terrible pink.

The next time Harry visited, Molly put her on Ginny's floor to sleep-- for some definition of sleep that involved Hermione hissing threats at three in the morning if Harry and Ginny didn't "shut up about Wronski feints, do you know what time it is."

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GAME OF THRONES

When Warp Is Fire And Weft Is Ice by afterandalasia  (Dany/Sansa)

People tell many stories about them, the Mother of Dragons and the Queen in the North.

Some of them even have a grain of truth in them.

a strangeness of sunlight by musicforswimming  (Dany/Sansa)

Someone calls Sansa home, and sets her free in doing so.

Ivory and Dragonglass by madeinessos  (Rhaenys/Sansa)

For the valar-morekinks prompt on livejournal: "Rhaeneys follows in her father's footsteps when she and Sansa run away together to the free cities so they can be with each other . Both ladies left a letter to their families so that their absence wouldn't spark the embers of another rebellion."

Sansa in Dorne by sear  (Arianne/Sansa)

Alayne Stone wakes confused, in the body of the young maid she once was. She has returned to Winterfell, before everything went wrong. All she wants now is to be free, to never be hurt again. Dorne will give her that.

Mirror of the sun by myrish_lace (Dany/Sansa)

Daenerys arrives at Winterfell to attempt to treat with Jon Snow. She's immediately side-tracked by her fascination with Sansa Stark, and the two grow closer. Told from Daenerys's point of view.

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And these are genderswap femslash, in case you’re not a fan:

TEEN WOLF

Utterly Appropriate by wynnebat  (Peter/Stiles)

There's only one person whom Stiles would marry, and whoever has asked for her hand isn't on that list.

Spin a Web of Silk by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)  (Peter/Stiles)

“Darling, will you marry me?”

Stiles stared into the eyes of the light of her life, the one who held her heart- her love.

And then she looked back at the man who had asked the question.

“Yes.”

Sugar Babies Not Sugar Vaginas by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)  (Peter/Stiles)

Stiles is a copywriter working for a service that's been contacted by a company that sells something called Passion Dust. It's so much worse than it sounds.

Free Birth Control by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)  (Peter/Stiles)

“I can’t believe they haven’t fixed the footbridge yet,” Peter said, disgruntled as she toweled off her feet, getting all the muck from the creek off of them.

“I can,” Talia said absently as she shelled peas on the front porch. “The only people who use that bridge are you, Stilinski, and Stilinski’s clients. And Stilinski does her best to avoid clients. Did you hear what she did to the woman who took out the bridge?” Talia settled further back into her chair. Peter immediately recognized it as Gossip Position, and leaned in eagerly.

“No, tell me everything.”

Ain't No Stranger (Been This Way Before) by pibroch (littleblackdog)  (Peter/Stiles)

Stiles loved orgasms, and she really loved the shuddery, mind-numbing orgasms Peter had spent months meticulously and enthusiastically learning to coax out of her. She also loved the relief from cramps she’d get from a good climax or four, and Peter had no complaints about blood. Definitely a win-win, all around. - Stiles has a period from hell, and Peter has a surprise.

On The Loose by SmartKIN (Peter/Stiles)

Stiles has a job to do; Hot Lady Sniper almost ruins it for her.

The Same Damn Hunger by Twisted_Mind (Allison/Stiles)

There’s no soft jazz, no flower petals or candles, because that’s not what this is.

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MARVEL

Mightier Than The Sword by aloneintherain (Johnny/Peter)

Janey Storm freezes in the doorway.

Pen is half naked. Her boney, freckled shoulders and the faded sports bra she’s had since high school are on display. Bruises from this morning’s encounter with the Scorpion haven’t had time to heal yet—purples and sickly greens tesselate over her ribs and toned stomach.

Janey can see every unedited part of Pen: her open knuckles, blood a sharp red against her pale skin; her unbrushed hair, grown out past Pen’s jaw like a tangle of weeds; her loose jeans, slung low on her hips, with fraying ends and ripped knees. Janey stands there and sees Pen Parker, a half naked, wide-eyed girl choking on her heart.

“It’s occupied,” Pen manages.

--

Or: a universe where Johnny and Peter were born girls.

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YOWAMUSHI PEDAL

One For The Road by Atropa Belladonna (WorldsJunk) (Onoda/Arakita)

Fuck her entire life on a cactus she’s a fucking loser. Not because Onoda’s boobs are bigger than her’s - ok, they’ve always been. Actually, everyone has bigger tits than she does, she is flat as hell and she likes it. Why the hell would she want a couple of Shinkai-style jugs waving around in the wind when she’s riding for fucks’s sakes, that’s impractical as all fuck. No, Arakita is a loser because now she can’t stop thinking about Onoda-chan’s tits and no way she is perving like this on an innocent girl that is all around too good for the likes of her.

[stetervault]

Steter fics from 2019/any Steter fics you feel like reccing

2019 Steter fics, let’s see… Here’s a bunch of random ones I’ve enjoyed over the past year:

Where I Want to Be by Tahlruil

Peter wasn’t exactly surprised when he ‘woke up’ in hell.

He’d known his wounds were fatal as soon as he’d gotten them. In truth he’d never expected to still be standing after his quest for revenge had been completed. What mattered was taking the Argent family down with him and making sure they died before he did. Peter had saved Kate and Gerard for last; they had looked into his eyes as they bled out. They had known that he was the instrument of their family’s doom and he couldn’t ask for more than that.

You Are A Call To Motion by neglectedtuesday

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Hale Industries ® - The Only Limits Are The Ones We Place On Ourselves.

Here Begins the Land of Phantoms by Triangulum

Stiles is four and scared of the dark. There are things in the shadows of his room, whispering to him, showing him terrible, violent things.

There’s something in the basement, too. He can feel it while he’s sitting on the old, worn sofa, its presence curling around the edges of the room. He thinks he can see something sometimes, a mass shimmering in the corner, but he always looks away. He doesn’t want to know.

Or

Peter is a demon that lives in the Stilinskis’ basement.

From Ashes Rebuilt by ambersagen

“You shouldn’t be alive,” Stiles finally admitted. He sounded sorry, smelled like anxiety and hunched in on himself as he fell back from Peter to land in the dented chair. “I heard the doctors telling your niece. She wasn’t quiet about it, and no one cares if I’m around anyway so I heard the whole thing, about your burns. I snuck in to see you.”

“Like a sideshow freak,” Peter sneered, starting to understand.

“Like a miracle,” Stiles corrected.

MCSZ-LW by Bunnywest

Mayor Whittemore gives John his widest politician’s smile. “It’s one of the best- a Halebot. You work so hard for the city, and with Claudia gone five years now, we thought you’d appreciate some company. A service bot is perfect. I mean, you deserve more than the standard gift certificate. “

“Would have preferred the gift card,” John huffs under his breath, but he plasters on a smile and makes all the right noises, because this is an elected position, and as jackbots go, Halebots really are the best. He just doesn’t know quite what he’s going to do with it.

Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

“What. Is that.”

Scott looked up at him, apprehensive.

“Her name’s Lily.”

Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose.

“Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-”

“Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.”

“Who the fuck is Becca?!”

Care for Me, As I’ve Never Known by lavenderlotion

“Why…why did you offer me the bite?” Stiles asked quietly, the cover of night and the hum of the Jeep’s engine giving him courage he wouldn’t usually have.

Peter hummed thoughtfully, taking a turn smoothly. “That is quite the question you’re asking. I’m not sure the answer is one you would be happy to hear.”

A Love for Millennia (a story never told) by OneSmartChicken

Stiles had to go into the woods that night. It didn’t make sense. She was lured by the sense of adventure, but there was a more that dragged at her.

Or: Stiles is the only one to realize she and Peter are soulmates. She doesn’t mention it.

Wind Chimes by wynnebat

“Why are you here?” Peter asks, his brow furrowing in confusion. “I can understand curiosity, but Stiles, you have visited me nearly every day for years. It can’t be that simple.”

Stiles shrugs. It’s both simple and not. For him, who grew up with the wind, who is inseparable from it in the best of ways, it is absurdly simple. For Peter, who doesn’t trust the wind as Stiles does, it may not be. “The wind says you’re mine. That’s all I need.”

Robber Foxes (Have No Fears) by RayShippouUchiha (WIP)

In the end all Stiles really has left is his dad, a lonely house, the key and deed to the loft, and a chest filled up with emptiness.

A void, yawning right behind his sternum.

That and the laughter of a fox trapped right beneath his skin, echoing in the hollows of his skull, whispering behind his teeth.

Stiles should have known it wasn’t over.

Magic stains everything it touches after all.

Keep You (Safe) Within my Shadow by lavenderlotion

Stiles has never been scared of the dark. The shadows are his friends.

Into Eden by GracieBirdie

Stiles deciding to bring home the stray alpha he’d hit with his jeep probably made him certifiable, if it hadn’t turned out Peter was as crazy as he was.

Trust in the End by ShebaRen, Tahlruil

Stiles had always kind of assumed that the end of the world was going to be full of fire and panicking people. Nuclear warfare had pretty much been his guess as to how it would all go, but he could be flexible on that. His only certainty was that it would be man-made, because people always messed things up.

He hadn’t expected the end to be full of snow and freezing cold. He hadn’t expected to be so alone while it was happening, hadn’t thought he would be making a trek from California all the way up to - if his maps and bearings were right - Washington State. He definitely hadn’t expected for it all to happen while his parents were away on a trip for their second honeymoon.

Thankfully he’d fallen in with a wolf who had saved his life and then hung around like a bad penny afterward.

Making Marks by Udunie

Stiles woke to his phone ringing at four in the afternoon, because apparently, he’d never even heard of a healthy sleep schedule before, and also; hated himself.

He blindly found it in the pocket of his jeans thrown haphazardly to the floor, and blinked at it for a few seconds before picking it up.

“‘Sup, Lyds?” he asked, just because he knew she hated the nickname, and she did wake him up.

“I’m killing Jackson,” she announced with unusual honesty. To be fair, any kind of honesty was unusual from her, considering her and Stiles only reconnected recently - and it wasn’t like they were too close in high school either.

“Congratulations?”

You Just Got Ghosted! by Ragga

“What’s your name, angel?” little Stiles murmured even as his eyes fell closed, quickly losing his battle against sleep.

Stiles smiled. It was a little sad but also heavy with the knowledge that what he was doing was the right thing—heavy with the knowledge he didn’t deserve the moniker bestowed upon him.

“You can call me Mietek.”

Or the one where there’s time travel, feels abound, two Stiles in one timeline, and one of them stuck somewhere between the planes of existence. Yet a ghost can still manage to save the day and get the girl. Or the wolf. Manly wolf. Because Peter.

Toothed Morality (Send Me Flowers) by rightsidethru

“The world is a dark place, moje kochanie; it is one filled with monsters, always ready to gobble you whole. Be wary of the promises they give: seal every vow with blood and bone and Name. A True Name, one that will bind them to their word.”

“But how will I know that they’re telling the truth, Matka? Couldn’t they lie…?”

“You’ll know, mały płomień.”

Everyone is King When There’s No One Left to Pawn by Bittah_Wizard

The AU where Stiles is an old trickster—just not the one you’re thinking of.

Beefcake Mountain by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Shortly after moving back to Beacon Hills, the left hand of the Hale Pack opened a text from a mysterious number.

“Is there a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them.”

What the f—

Wild Creatures by neglectedtuesday

The treaty is signed while Stiles is being laced into his wedding corset. Ink splatters parchment as a maid pulls the ribbons, tighter and tighter. Stiles’ breath and future are taken away, all to save a village. He is a sacrifice more than a bride. The maid assists in fixing a choker around Stiles throat. Her hands are cold despite the roaring fire in the grate. The choker is a string of blood red rubies, they reflect the firelight with a wet shine like an open wound.

First to Know by Twisted_Mind

They fold to their knees in the vee of his legs. His hands cradle their cheek and the back of their neck, and they lean into the touch, eyes closing. “It’s mine.”

“What’s yours, darling?”

They drag in a shaky breath, and look up into the face of the man they love. “The magic. It’s mine. My spark did this.”

Chances by SpookyMiscreant

Supernaturals have soulmarks, everyone knew that, but it was ignorant to think that supernaturals only fell in love with supernaturals. It wasn’t necessarily rare for humans to have marks, but not common either. Supernatural kids all anxiously await the full moon after their fifth birthday, but human kids let the full moon pass without much anticipation.Stiles’ mother had made him stay up that night in his underwear as she searched him with a flashlight, intent to see if he was supernatural like his father. The inherent problem here was that Stiles was then and always will be covered head to toe in moles, freckles, and birthmarks.

walk walk (fashion baby) by rightsidethru

Derek shrugged a shoulder and moved the chopsticks through the broth. “Cora’s decided that she wants to transfer out to Berkley, and Uncle Peter has decided to relocate here again. Unfortunately, his reputation is preceding him and not even the three grand we’re offering for the photoshoot is enough to get a model to stay.”

At hearing the amount of money that Derek was actually offering to pay someone for one temporary job, Stiles choked on his noodles and began wheezing for breath as he went into a coughing fit. “Three? Three grand? Three thousand dollars??”

Three thousand dollars would be enough to pay for his rent for the next few months. Or—pay for the upcoming month and give Stiles a chance to buy some of the more advanced books on magical theory that Elder Potter was willing to let Stiles borrow but not keep. Being able to buy his own copies… Stiles’ fingers twitched in almost immediate booklust.

“I’ll do it,” Stiles announced.

Cause I Want You (all to myself) by LadySlytherin

Stiles has an odd habit of licking Peter, seemingly at random and without much thought. Peter takes a lot longer than he should to figure out why.

or

Six Times Stiles Stilinski Licked Peter Hale…and one time Peter licked Stiles instead.

If I Could Kiss You Again by Triangulum

“Summer plans?” Peter asks, eyes on where Isaac is now trying to inch along the ceiling beam toward the wall where he can slide down a pipe.

“Leaving for Stanford in September. Saving the world and working in between now and then,” Stiles says. “Why, gonna miss me?”

“Considering I’ll be left alone with Derek? Yes,” Peter says.

“You’ll have Cora,” Stiles says. “And Isaac will be here to make up a few high school credits.”

There’s a shriek and a thud as Isaac loses his grip, falling on top of Erica and Boyd, sending them all to the ground in a heap.

“Yes,” Peter says flatly. “Thank god for that.”

OR

Five times Stiles kisses Peter and one time Peter kisses him.

Orbital Distance by neglectedtuesday

Artemis, the capital city of the Moon, where movies are born and stars are made. The crown jewel of American cinema and simultaneously Hollywood’s biggest rival. The money may be dollars, it may be counted as the 51st state but the studios run this city, making cinema and waging war. No real bloodshed but equally cutthroat in its own way. Peter has devoured article after article about the industry, from in-depth journalism to gossip rags, desperate for every detail, every scandal, every glorious moon moment.

Hooverville by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Town to town, train to train, tent to tent.

By 1932, the dust had begun to blow and the jobs were gone.

Anonymity was a byproduct of looking for work, which made it both necessary and convenient.

Stiles had enough secrets of his own to know to look the other way when he saw something that shouldn’t be possible.

The ghost of a tail giving enough balance to disembark a moving train.

Near silent Latin whispered on the edge of a tent encampment.

A flash of burning eyes.

He had more than enough to worry about without adding the oddities of others, and besides- having unusually sharp teeth certainly didn’t make a man worse than the ones running from the wife and kids they couldn’t feed.

So Stiles kept his observations to himself. He kept his everything to himself.

Until he met a man. One with eyes so blue they seemed to glow- and then they did.

Stiles tried to look away, but for the first time he was stopped.

“Don’t be like that sweetheart. Aren’t you curious?”

Rhythm of the War Drums by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)

The foreboding song of the drums rumbled through the stands above, made his heart, his blood pound with their increasing rhythm. He’d seen this so many times now, heard the sickening, morbid excitement of the rabble. He readied himself for the carnage, but even nearly a year after he’d first stood in this spot, it still filled him with dread.

As always, he watched the sandy arena through the barred steel gates. They vibrated with the movement, with the almost deafening sounds of the crowd and the drums. A sea of guards stood at his back, but they were not there for him…

Two Worlds Collided by Bittah_Wizard

It was always meant to be Stiles and Peter.

Always.

A Stranger Comes to Town by Bunnywest, DiscontentedWinter, Twisted_Mind

Peter claps his hands together once. “Right! Let’s start getting to know each other, shall we? We can all take turns introducing ourselves, and explaining who we are as writers. I’ll go first.” He stays standing, and spreads his arms wide for a moment. “As I hope you all know, I’m bestselling author Peter Hale. If there’s been a terrible mistake and you didn’t mean to be here, this is your chance to run.”

He gives another charming smile to the tittering biddies on his right. He sketches a dramatic little bow, and then goes on. “Twice a year, I come out here to teach The Masterclass on writing, providing new talent,” he winks at the MFA-wannabes on the left, tucking his hands in his pockets, “with a safe environment to share your work and equip yourselves with the tools for success. I’m looking forward to getting to know you all this weekend.”

Keep You Like An Oath by Green

After 7 years in prison, Peter has important matters to attend to — and at the top of his list is the young mate he left behind, unclaimed for their own protection. But, for all his good intentions, Stiles has always needed him — now more than ever.

Too Much Of A Good Thing by GracieBirdie

Stiles can’t just leave Boyd and Erica chained up in a hunter’s basement, and if the only person willing to listen to him when he asks for help is a formerly dead psychopath? Well, Stiles supposes he could do worse. But of course nothing in Stiles’ life is ever just that simple…

All The Things We’d Do by GracieBirdie

Stiles’ time travel spell doesn’t work out quite right but he figures he should make the best of it, starting with Laura Hale.

The Promises Of Yesterday, The Pledges Of Tomorrow by ShippersList

Stiles is a kid with serious concentration issues and definitely not a guide—let alone a guide strong enough to calm down a feral Sentinel wolf. It’s just not possible.

Thighs Verse by Bunnywest

I’ll give you what you need, pretty boy. And you can call me Sir.

The hairs on the back of Stiles’s neck prickle at that, and his dick throbs. He clicks on the profile and the picture that pops up is UN-FUCKING-FAIR. Jesus Christ on a bicycle, nobody should look like that. The man’s staring into the camera, a smile that’s almost a sneer on his face. And what a face it is. Intense blue eyes, cheekbones like cut glass, and a strong jawline covered in the perfect amount of stubble. His neck, what Stiles can see of it, is thickly muscled, and Stiles can see the beginnings of a tattoo that travels down. There’s the tiniest scattering of grey at his temples, and Stiles breathes out, “Oh yes, Sir,” as he drinks in the details on the profile.

Or, the one in which Stiles experiments with Grindr, and finds his Sir.

The Boy Sleuth by Shey

Stiles is eight when he discovers a box of his mom’s old Nancy Drew Mysteries in the back of the guest bedroom closet.

Magnificent Mischief by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

“Marvelous Miss and the Magnificent Mischief!” the carnival barker shouted just outside the corridor with all the food tents. “Come see Miss Paige do amazing tricks with her talking raven! He not only speaks, but he jokes! He teases! He philosophizes!”

Escaping by Green

“We have to go. Now, Peter.”

Peter’s holding his apartment door open, standing in shock, looking at Stiles. “What? How do you even know where I live?”

The Chasm and the Clash by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Stiles has dreams of the Alpha after he dies. It makes no sense. He didn’t know Peter before… did he?

Did Peter know him?

And why does his head hurt so much?

[wolffininthestars]

Birthdays

Pairing: Derek Hale x Dunbar!Reader (Feat. Liam Dunbar and Cora Hale)

Summary: It’s family tradition that Derek and Y/N take their siblings out for their birthdays.

AN: AU fire happened but Cora went out with Derek and Laura.

“We need to go to the drug store.” Cora smirked as she eyed Liam up. “Birthday boy needs condoms.”

Derek’s face looked confused he slammed the car into park before he turned around; his eye brows arching upwards at the teens.

“For sex?”

Cora turned sixteen two days, seven hours and 14 seconds ago she had repeatedly told Derek as she sat in the back of his FJ Cruiser as they drove to the Dunbar household. Derek half listened when Cora told him about the gift she had gotten Liam, her best friend, and birthday boy as of fifteen seconds ago Cora mumbled under her breath when they pulled into the driveway.

Derek sighed finally feeling relieved that he didn’t have to listen to his baby sister anymore. That’s when he saw her.

Y/N Dunbar, the love of his life and his partner in crime for the night, walked out of her parents’ house with her baby brother in tow.

Derek had been in a committed relationship for five years now. With both being twenty-five, everyone had been asking when they would take the next step—marriage but the couple already lived together, basically had two teenagers of their own and a pack to worry about right now, to add anything or anyone else to their life would be complicated.

“Hey Baby!” Y/N smiled as her lips met Derek’s as soon as she got into the vehicle. “I can’t believe our babies are sixteen.”

Cora rolled her eyes as Liam huffed in protest as they got situated in the car. This happened every year and every year Derek chuckled at it. Derek basically raised Cora since his mother’s death and Y/N had taken care of Liam while her parents went through their divorce and hadn’t stopped yet.

The plan of the night was like clockwork, they would go get dinner, pizza or tacos, and then they would end up at the bowling alley, which Derek hated, and lastly they would get ice cream and head home.

“So Pizza or Tacos this year?” Derek question as he started putting the car in reverse.

“Um…well…you see.” Liam spoke; he always had this awkwardness about him when he was panicked, but as always Cora jumped in to save her best friend.

“We need to go to the drug store.” Cora smirked as she eyed Liam up. “Birthday boy needs condoms.”

Derek’s face looked confused he slammed the car into park before he turned around; his eye brows arching upwards at the teens.

“For sex?”

Y/N busted out laughing; doubled over knees to her chest thinking this was the greatest thing Derek had ever said. Whereas Cora just looked at her brother eyes wide shaking her head most likely thinking how stupid was he?

Liam on the other hand looked down at his feet as he rubbed his fingers together the strong smell of anxiety coming off him.

“Hmm…yeah.”

“With each other?” Derek spoke with a harsh tone in his voice.

That question made Y/N stop laughing, she looked to the teens in the back seat then to Derek, she finally realized that if their younger siblings were together and so were Derek and herself; well that would be awkward.

“What the…it’s not like that.” Liam stated putting his hands up in defense. “Her name is Hayden. I would never do that with Cora.” He looked at his best friend. “No offense you are hot but just not my type.”

Cora shrugged, “No biggie I’m holding out for Lahey.”

“My best friend!” Derek snarled at his baby sister.

The rest of the drive to the drug store was in silence. Y/N couldn’t help but snicker every time she thought of something that had just happened, Liam sat head down pretending to look at his phone while Cora took a million selfies trying to find the best provocative picture to post.

Once they pulled in Derek eyed Y/N as he started to get out of the car motioning for her to join him.

“There’s no way in hell I’m going inside to help my brother buy condoms. Have fun boys.”

Derek huffed in annoyance as Liam sighed getting out of the car standing by Derek.

Derek and Liam stood in the aisle looking at all the different kinds they could buy. Neither wanting to talk; this was awkward enough for them both.

For Derek this could have been somewhat of a guys’ rite of passage, he could have gotten onboard with, but not when his girlfriend and baby sister were in the car and also for the fact that Liam was basically his little brother—in law.  

Liam did not want to ask Derek for help, he’d made that clear to Cora days ago but here they were. He could have asked some of his older friends like Scott and Stiles—well not Stiles, he would have laughed at him, but he could have asked anyone.

Anyone besides Derek.

Liam eyed all the sizes, all the different types; flavored, ridged, and whatever else. He saw the toys, the lube and funny enough the pregnancy tests were right beside them.

Derek motioned at Liam to pick what he wanted almost like it was his birthday gift and not the nicely wrapped video game that was in the car.

Liam looked to the shelves then to Derek then down to his feet. “How…how do I know what size?”

Derek rolled his eyes almost wanting to blurt out ‘ask Cora she would probably know’ but using his better judgment he didn’t.  

Derek could not remember how he had figured that out when he was younger let alone wanting to talk penis sizing with Liam. So in Derek Hale fashion he grabbed the basket Liam had and glided his hand along the shelves letting whatever fall into their basket.

“That should do it.”

At the checkout Derek stood, arms crossed, behind Liam as the older lady checked them out. You could tell she was concerned since she kept staring at the two at Derek then back at Liam.

“Birthday gift.” Derek chuckled hoping it would ease the tension. “Turned sixteen.”

The lady looked wide eyed at Derek then again back to Liam probably considering calling the police.

Liam shook his head. “No…not like that his sister is in the car.” The younger boy’s voice dropped knowing that sentence did not help in anyway.

The lady looked again like she was concerned for Liam’s well being. “That will be fifty-seven fifty.”

Derek grunted as he pulled out his credit card making Liam grab the bag as they walked out.

“So Isaac?”  Y/N broke the silence between the two who were patiently waiting in the car. “I can see his appeal but you know Derek would kill you. So with that being said…” Y/N turned around facing the younger girl smirking. “I approve.”

“I just sent him this.” Cora shoved her phone into Y/N’s face showing her the risky picture she had taken minutes before.

Before the girls could have any more of their juicy conversation, Y/N really wanted to know if Isaac ever talked to Cora, the boys hopped back into the car, Liam having a huge bag in hand.

Cora smirked as she grabbed the bag of out Liam’s hand. “How much shit do you need?” She rummaged through the bag smirking at the box that read magnums. “You don’t need these.”

As Cora tossed the box out of the bag Liam glared at her as Y/N and Derek tried to keep their closure.

“That’s it I’m uninviting you to my birthday party.” Liam grunted at Cora.

“Hey it’s my party too! How else are we going to get the parents to drop us off now?”

Y/N looked at Derek then to the teens. “Are you ditching us? This is family tradition!”

Liam made puppy eyes at his sister. “Our friends are throwing us a party tonight. Hayden will be there.”

“So this is just a party for you to get laid?” Derek looked confused as he turned to his girlfriend. “I never got a party to get laid.”

“Judging by the noises I have heard you do just fine.” Cora spat out. “Let us have a normal teenage experience. Everyone will be there! Mason bought us a cake.”

Derek and Y/N looked at each other before Derek spoke. “Where do we drop you off?”

Derek waved at the two teenagers as they walked up Mason’s driveway, Cora pushing Liam along who still had the bag of condoms in hand, which was already filled with cars.

“You spent over fifty dollars on condoms?” Y/N yelled as she saw the receipt on the dashboard. “Condoms and that stupid video game went way over the eighty dollar limit we set.”

Derek shrugged as he put his hand on the gear stick. “Blame Cora on that one. It is his sixteenth birthday after all.”

“Liam gets condoms, an expensive video game and to ditch us for his birthday. I better fucking get a ring!”

Derek chuckled at his girlfriend. “I’m sure something can be arranged. So since we don’t have plans now what do you want to do?”

Y/N eyed Derek and smirked.

Derek already knew what she wanted. “We aren’t going bowling.”

“Derek…” Y/N whined. “It’s the only time I get to go. Please.”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Anything else.”

“Anything?” Y/N’s eyes twinkled as she leaned over to Derek kissing his lips before pulling away. “Like this?”

“Hmm I like that idea.”

Y/N leaned over the middle console grabbing what she saw on the back floor.

“Good thing Liam left a part of his preset then.”

Derek’s eyes went to Y/N’s hand the gold box with the big M on it shining as the street lights flickered on it.

“Good thing it’s my size.”

Derek chuckled as he sped away hoping that this would be the new birthday tradition.

[mummybear]

How Things Change - Part 10 - But I Do Love You

Warnings: So much smut! Hurt, swearing. Think that’s it

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, (OC) Alex, Scott McCall, Derek Hale, Mentions of Theo Raken, Deaton

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x (OC) Alex

Words: Almost 4000

Derek was careful not to jostle Alex too much as he carried her through the woods. She was awake that much he knew, but she didn't seem to be alert at all, and she wasn't responding to him either or anything around them. Her face was covered in tears and so much colder than when he had first found her. Derek also couldn't help but notice something else was off with her, her scent was completely different than it had been the last time he had seen her. That only worried him further though.

As he walked he kept her held tightly against his body, hoping that she got some kind of heat back. It had taken him longer to get to the loft than he would have liked. As they approached the road near his home, Derek noticed that Alex had actually fallen asleep on him at some point.

When they finally made it to his front door Derek groaned in annoyance, he shifted Alex carefully not wanting to wake her, as he pulled his key from his pocket and awkwardly unlocked the door.

Derek sighed in relief finally walking into his home, gently and carefully he laid Alex down on his sofa, and covered her body with blankets to try and warm her up. Making sure he could sit close enough to keep an eye on her, he pulled an armchair over from the corner of the room, placing it just above where her head was laying on the sofa.

Sitting down he pulled off his coat laying it down beside him, relaxing back into the chair, waiting for her to wake up and explain what had happened.

A few minutes passed and Alex groaned rolling over in her sleep, making Derek sit up straighter in her seat. She made another noise that sounded like a wounded puppy, as she pulled her legs up into her stomach. Derek watched uneasily, deciding it was better to be safe he pulled out his phone and dialled Deaton.

With no answer Derek dialled again, acutely aware of the fact she had quickly begun overheating, noticing the sheen of sweat covering her now extremely pale skin. The covers had been kicked to the ground and Derek could tell she was cold, even if she didn't look it as she began shivering he tucked the phone between his shoulder and his chin waiting for an answer. She moaned out a name, but Derek couldn't hear her at all over the sound of her thudding heartbeat, as it raced in her chest.

"Derek?" the voice question loudly on the phone.

"Look I need some help, I found Alex but she's in pretty bad shape. I could do with a home visit though, she isn't really fit to travel" Derek explained quickly, a slight edge of alarm to his voice.

Derek kept his eyes focused on Alex, hearing a lot of loud noises on the end of the phone, but the phone was suddenly forgotten and dropped to the floor as his door swung open. He turned his back to Alex, as his eyes began to glow and he changed, teeth and claws on show as he growled angrily at the intruders.

But Derek's stance faltered somewhat at the sight before him, Stiles had practically fallen through his door looking like a mirror image, except his eyes were gold not blue, and he looked angrier than Derek had ever seen him before practically seething.

"What. What the hell!?" Derek said in a confused stutter, pointing directly at Stiles as Scott came speeding behind him, shortly followed by a panting Deaton.  Alex groaned again distracting everyone in the room, as she opened her eyes.

"Derek?" Alex breathed confused with heavy eyes, trying to sit up but her body was weak as all hell. So she gave up slumping back into the sofa, Derek got closer but as he went to touch her forehead there was a loud growl behind him.

"Don't you dare touch her" Stiles growled low and warning. Derek looked completely confused as he looked at Scott and Deaton, who both shook their heads at his silent question. Derek sighed pulling back reluctantly, levelling Stiles with a look that would terrify most people, blocking Alex from Stiles' view with his body, as anger surged through his body.

"Mine" Stiles snapped possessively, as he stepped towards Derek completely unfazed by the look he was getting. Derek, of course, didn't move an inch, but he also didn't get a chance to question Stiles because Alex interrupted them.

"No Stiles, go away" she panted, wiping the sweat pointlessly from her forehead, as Derek looked back at her she had tears rolling down her cheeks.

She shook her head at him and rolled over, facing the back of the sofa. "Okay, no way in hell. I don't have a clue what's going on here, but she wants you to leave" Derek stated simply and protectively, continuing to shield her from his view.

"Stiles, don't" Scott tried knowing it was ultimately pointless, grabbing hold of his bicep and tugging his best friend back. But Stiles was having none of it this time, he snatched his arm back to quickly for Scott to react in time, and all but threw himself at Derek.

Scott sighed throwing his hands in the air, groaning in sympathy when Derek barely moved, but still managed to kick to kick Stiles in the chest and send him flying halfway across the room. Alex felt herself become dizzier as the time passed, but she felt the sudden urge to get some air.

Scott acted quickly grabbing Stiles before he could charge again, Deaton held Derek back with a simple hand on his chest, knowing that Derek knew which battles to fight and which to leave alone.

The four of them were so distracted by each other, that they didn't notice Alex mumbling to herself quietly as she stumbled her way out of the loft. When she finally stumbled outside into the darkness she inhaled deeply, a calm look on her face as she continued to walk. She just knew she wanted to be in her own bed right now, and nothing else mattered.

Alex let her feet carry her, unsure of where the hell she was actually going. She thought briefly that there had been a road somewhere near here, but she couldn't be sure and at the same time she found herself why that even mattered, nothing was making sense. All her thoughts were blending together confusing her, so much so that she didn't even register the light coming closer, or the blaring of the loud car horn.

Stiles and Derek continued to argue, ignoring Scott and Deaton completely. Until suddenly Stiles' mouth stopped moving, as the feeling of dread washed over him, "I can't. I need to go" Stiles stuttered, struggling against Scott who hadn't appeared to of heard his words.

The feeling of dread that was sitting in his chest, skyrocketed as soon as he registered the empty sofa behind Derek, "Let me go, Scott! Alex is in trouble" Stiles snarled, suddenly sounding nothing like himself.

He managed to free himself from Scott's grip and darted out of the room, not waiting around to speak anymore, not even as the calls of his name echoed behind him. There was only one thought in his mind, only one person consuming his thoughts, and he needed to get to her.

Once the cold wind hit him in the face he sniffed the air, until he caught her scent strong in the wind. Stiles' feet pounded against the pavement, as he charged down the street to find her. He rounded a corner skidding around it when he caught sight of her, but his heart dropped in his chest when he realised where she was currently standing. Somehow he picked up even more speed as he watched her step out into the road.

He was practically screaming her name as he got closer, but she didn't turn or even flinch, seemingly she hadn't even heard him at all. When was finally close enough, he vaguely registered the fact there were lights speeding towards them, as he dived across the middle of the road, wrapping his arms around her tightly. They were mere inches from being hit, as Stiles skidded along the pavement on his back, barely making it to the other side of the road, with Alex safely on top of him wrapped tightly in his arms. Stiles grunted on impact, feeling the blood beginning to paint the inside of his hoodie.

That was completely forgotten, when Alex nuzzled into his neck and inhaled his scent, he swallowed the lump in his throat as he held her tighter, completely amazed by the fact he had managed actually to save her.

Alex groaned at his intoxicating scent surrounding her, "Stiles, need you" she moaned her teeth and tongue exploring his neck.

"I'm so sorry Lexi, this is all my fault. I'm such an ass" Stiles grunted as she hit a sensitive spot on his neck, over and over again.

"Don't care. Want you, mate me, Stiles, I wanna be yours" Alex panted rolling her hips down rubbing herself against him, completely out of her head all of a sudden she was craving him. Like she had never craved anything in her whole life.

"Fuck baby. We can't, not here" Stiles moaned out, but his control was close to snapping, it didn't exactly help when he grabbed hold of her ass cheeks to stop her movement against him.

Alex flicked her eyes up to his, "I'm sorry. I know you're angry with me" Alex groaned in pain this time, her stomach muscles burning like liquid fire and tense as all hell.

"I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at myself, I'm an idiot, I should have listened, should have just come with you" Stiles replied guilt clear in his voice and on his face.

Alex shimmied her way up Stiles' body a little, cupping his face in her hands, "But I do love you, I should have just said it. You were right, we can't get any closer, we're involved forever now. No matter what, I just wish I'd said it sooner" Alex confessed, pressing her lips to his.

Stiles forgot to breathe for a minute his eyes comically wide. Alex giggled at him unable to stop herself, but she kissed him harder Stiles finally responded, closing his eyes his arms around her waist again as he held her tightly to him. Neither of them noticed the smiling Alpha on the other side of the road, Scott was still smiling as he turned away from the couple and walked away back the way he had come.

Alex squealed as Stiles stood up still holding onto her tightly, Stiles was grinning as Alex wrapped her legs around his waist. "So, are you coming back to mine now then?" Alex spoke against his lips, smirking cheekily.

"Now I'm insulted. What kinda guy do you take me for" Stiles laughed, kissing her once again until he got the look from her, the one he knew never to mess with.

"If we make it that far" Stiles growled, his eyes glowing as he looked around the darkness, that was only made a little brighter by the street lights.

Stiles smirked at Alex wiggling his eyebrows, she couldn't help the laugh at how much he didn't look like himself at that moment. "What?" Alex whispered sarcastically, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Stiles winked and started running, Alex made a noise somewhere between a scream and a laugh as he inevitably tripped up, causing him to fall and topple on top of Alex. "I see that being a werewolf hasn't made you any more graceful than when you were human, still just as clumsy" Alex laughed glad that they had landed on a patch of grass.

Stiles blushed bright red, even noticeable under the dim light of the street lights. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Stiles grumbled feeling a little embarrassed, to say the least, as he got to his feet holding out a hand for Alex to take.

"I'm fine you dork, now where were we going?" Alex grinned tugging on his hand, Alex followed Stiles' eyes biting her lip not expecting that "Not such a good boy, after all, are you Stilinski?" Alex purred reaching up on her tip toes to kiss him again. Stiles groaned into the kiss as her tongue briefly slipped passed his lips, though he hadn't noticed her let go of his hand.

Alex pulled away much sooner than he would have liked, "Catch me if you can" Alex winked, taking off in a sprint. But Stiles was hot on her heels, as she ran Alex realised she couldn't remember the last time she'd ever been this happy.

She could hear Stiles' heavy footfalls behind her, as she whirled around the first corner available. "Fuck" she cursed aloud, looking around the small enclosed alleyway, with only a dead end up ahead. Alex started backing up pointlessly, as Stiles entered quickly behind her with a grin.

A primal feeling stirred in Alex's chest as Stiles backed her into a corner, and she knew that Stiles could feel it as well. Alex smiled sweetly as she approached him, making sure to swing her hips a little more than necessary as she walked, but she barely moved before Stiles slammed her back against the wall, "You should be illegal" Stiles said with a rumbling growl.

Alex smirked at that, "You gonna arrest me then, sir?" Alex asked innocently, licking her lips looking anything but innocent as their eyes met again, glowing brighter than ever before.

Stiles growled quietly but the look on his face was primal, and Alex wasn't sure if her legs would give out on her at that point. "Why don't you just be a good girl, turn around and spread those legs" Stiles commanded, his voice taking on a tone she had never heard from him before.

"Yes sir" Alex moaned, turning around and doing as he had asked, but he was back on her in seconds, grabbing her hands and putting them on the wall just above her head. Alex pushed her ass back into him, rolling her hips back against him.

To her surprise, he didn't even try and stop her this time though, instead, he pushed himself closer bending over her body. Stiles pulled her earlobe between his teeth as he inhaled her scent deeply,  "Fuck I love you, such a bad girl for me" Stiles said somewhere between a moan and a growl, as he popped the button of her jeans and roughly tugged her jeans and panties down her legs.

"Only for you" Alex whimpered, legs shaking as he dropped to his knees behind her, Stiles slipped between her legs avoiding her jeans until his back was pressed against the wall. So that he was able to look up at her and watch her fall apart above him.

Alex welcomed the cold air, what with how hot Stiles was making her. Their eyes locked again when all at once, Stiles grabbed onto the back of her thighs with both hands and quickly buried his face in her pussy, his tongue began circling her clit with an expert like practice.

She reached a hand down to push through his hair, but Stiles growled shaking his head at her. Alex whimpered, desperate for something to hold onto, but she put it back on the wall. "Stiles, please" Alex begged breathlessly, rolling her hips down into his mouth.

Alex was also completely unsure of what the hell she actually wanted, but Stiles seemed to know because as soon as the words left her lips Stiles pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them towards him. Alex groaned loudly tossing her head back, "Look at me baby" Stiles moaned, sealing his lips around her tight bundle of nerves, Alex cried out but forced herself to look down at him again and actually keep her eyes open.

That only intensified things further, she clenched her fists as the coil in her stomach burned hot, and her legs started to shake with a renewed vigour. "Stiles, I'm gonna c-" Alex tried to finish her sentence, but she came hard needing to squeeze her eyes shut as the feeling overwhelmed her, she practically howled as she came on his fingers. Stiles kept moving as she panted his name, when she had calmed down a little Stiles pulled his fingers out and pushed them between his lips, moaning as he sucked them clean eyes on hers as he did it.

Alex wasn't sure she had ever seen anything this hot in her whole life, he slipped out from under her breaking their eye contact. Stiles quickly tugged down his jeans and boxers, leaving them hanging around his knees, his ass still stinging with the scratches from their fall, as he pulled out his throbbing cock stroking himself a few times as he lined up with her entrance.

Stiles pushed himself fully inside her with one push, her walls still fluttering thanks to her earlier orgasm, "Jesus fucking Christ" Stiles groaned dropping his head back, Alex just whimpered unable to form a coherent sentence.

He pulled out slowly licking his lips at the sight before him, bent over ready and waiting to be taken. Stiles practically slammed himself back inside of her, growling at the feeling of being surrounded by her warmth. Grabbing onto her hips harshly in a bruising grip, Stiles couldn't help but realise Deaton had been wrong about which one of them was going to be rough.

His pace was brutal as he moved hard and fast inside her, the slapping of skin and shared moans and groans were loud and desperate, and all that was filling the air around them.

Stiles pulled out suddenly and turned her around to face him, "Need your mouth" Stiles whined pressing his lips hard to hers.

In one swift and impressive move, Stiles had picked her up, pushing easily back inside of her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Stiles was quickly pressing her back against the wall, Alex's hands were everywhere now she could touch him again.

Alex bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood as he shifted his hips, and that only spurred him on even more. He pinned her to the wall with his body, his hands hooking into the backs of her knees, pinning her legs back against the wall, spreading her open for him. The new angle had Alex's mouth dropping open as a new kind of pleasure hit her, "So fucking tight" Stiles groaned, dropping his forehead forwards onto his.

Stiles pulled out slowly again, the sight before him mesmerizing him, he pushed back in slowly, letting her feel every single inch of him. He could feel Alex's whole body shaking in his arms, her body was practically vibrating in the position, something he made sure to make a note of for later.

He was only able to keep the slow teasing pace up for a few minutes because Alex was panting, her eyes heavy as she begged for more, "Please Stiles, I can't take much more" Alex whined, Stiles flicked his eyes up to meet Alex's, her eyes were heavy and she looked completely strung out and exhausted.

"Want it hard and fast. Don't you baby girl" Stiles moaned sucking a mark into Alex's neck.

"Fuck yes, please. I need it" Alex whimpered, begging as she clung to his back tightly, clawing at him to get any kind of leverage.

Stiles wasn't letting her have any though, but he did do just as she wanted. His speed quickly picked up, and he somehow found himself hitting deeper inside her than ever before. Alex was a moaning mess as Stiles bounced her on his dick, only his name falling from her lips as she nuzzled into his neck.

Alex's tongue was paying extra attention to where she knew he was sensitive, as the familiar feeling started to burn its way through her body, setting her nerves on fire.

Stiles nuzzled into her neck, "I love you" he moaned into her skin. They were both right on the edge until he slammed into her extra hard the final time and they were coming together, Stiles growled as Alex whispered it back, their teeth sinking into each other at the same time, Stiles bit Alex closer her collar bone, while Alex's bite was just between his Stiles' neck and shoulder. Alex was fluttering around him for what felt like forever, as Stiles filled her with everything he had.

Stiles gently lowered her legs helping her stand with his arms tight around her waist, while her hands were clinging to his shoulders.

"You okay baby?" Stiles murmured, as he bent down pulling up her panties and trousers.

"Much better actually" Alex smiled dreamily, pulling him back up to her by his shirt. Stiles smiled into the kiss, awkwardly pulling up his own jeans and boxers.

Alex pulled back from him still smiling, absentmindedly rubbing her fingers over his mark. "We should probably go back to Derek's, Deaton needs to talk to us" Stiles half laughed, as she pouted at him.

"Just once I wanna snuggle in a bed" Alex sighed doing up her jeans properly.

"And we will, I promise" Stiles sighed, cupping her cheeks in his hands, quickly adding, "It's important, or I wouldn't bother. You know that" Stiles stated seriously as he did up his belt, and took her hand in his.

"Fine, I'll go" Alex grumbled, taking his hand and walking back towards Derek's.

"You're sexy when you get bossy" Alex grinned at him, Stiles chuckled at her shaking his head as he blushed.

When they finally reached the loft they walked inside, but immediately looked at each other, something was wrong. With a nod they separated, Stiles walked in the room while Alex's waited outside to surprise any intruders.

After a while she didn't hear or feel anything so she poked her head around the corner, to find Derek's place trashed and Stiles reading a bloodied note. "What the hell?" she asked not really asking, but Stiles looked up at her a pained look on his face.

"Here" he sighed passing her the note, it read: My lovely Alex and you too Stiles. Until you two decide to cooperate, we now have your Alpha and your uncle hostage. We're keeping them dosed up, so don't worry they won't escape. Unfortunately, the vet managed to get away, but don't even dream you can take us on. P.s I got Tracy back and she isn't very happy with you, I'm sure she will make you both pay, permanently this time. You know where to find me, I assume you haven't forgotten.

Alex screamed clenching her hands into fists, Stiles was oddly calm as they both left the room together, "Heads are about to roll" Alex spat as she slammed closed the door behind them.

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