#only for that to be like. the reason adult sterek fall in love

[barnesbartons]

as much as the movie grossed me tf out

i do like the idea of derek holding onto stiles' jeep when he starts the auto shop, fixing it for his friend who he occasionally talks to (remember how he's the first person to bring up stiles in the movie), not quite sure why he's so fixated on keeping the jeep in shape when he knows stiles isn't coming back, that stiles himself abandoned escaped beacon hills & that the jeep was another thing that was left behind.

but stiles is still derek's anchor, and derek will fix the jeep, if only to maintain some connection at first. then he finds out about eli, and his anchor shifts, because another hale child, when he thought his family was all but gone. but there's still a part of him that wants some part of stiles in beacon hills to live on, so he continues fixing the jeep. and derek's annoyed at himself, cause he talks to stiles, he knows there's no chance of stiles returning, but fixing the jeep is another chance to talk to stiles outside of consulting the fbi.

(eli never really learns about stiles, just that there was someone in his dad's life that was always there, but not really. for some reason his father never lets him into his office when he's doing consulting work. it's always "scott and his friend saved me from getting my arm chopped off", "scott's friends helped me save your aunt cora," but eli doesn't know who stiles actually is, doesn't know who the jeep belongs to, not until-)

derek dies. the stupid jeep is in his auto shop yard and sheriff stilinski has the keys after eli's stolen it for the umpteenth time, and he gives the jeep to eli. and tells him about it being stiles' jeep, about how his dad had complicated feelings about the jeep. and then eli realises that all those times that derek was smiling on the phone, was annoyed in the yard fixing the hunk of junk over and over again, might've been for someone something other than just a project he could never get rid of.

stiles doesn't find out derek's dead right away. the sheriff doesn't feel like it's his part to tell his son that his friend died. not until eli shows up at his apartment and stiles just knows that there's no longer going to be any calls from his 'friend from the hometown'. and stiles thinks about the goddamn jeep and how it's no longer going to be taken care of, that the jeep is just going to be abandoned like stiles originally did. but stiles steps outside and sees his jeep behind eli and realises that it's in new hands now.

stiles tells eli stories about derek from a whole new light, keeps the memory of derek alive, with the jeep in the front yard gleaming. they grieve together for the loss of a loved one.

(because all this time stiles was waiting on the other end of the phone, excited to hear about his jeep, the sheriff, eli, about derek. all this time stiles was waiting on "i found another roll of duct tape hidden in your engine, goddamnit stiles", knowing that he couldn't go back to beacon hills, but he could wait for derek to figure it out and come to him)

(derek doesn't, but his jeep does.)

[she-who-reads-fanfiction]

I posted 79 times in 2022

11 posts created (14%)

68 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@wheredidhiseyebrowsgo

@christinesficrecs

@sterek-brainrot

@isthatbloodonhisshirt

I tagged 13 of my posts in 2022

#teen wolf - 10 posts

#fanfic - 9 posts

#stiles stilinski - 9 posts

#sterek - 9 posts

#fanfiction - 8 posts

#lydia martin - 7 posts

#issac lahey - 7 posts

#erica reyes - 7 posts

#jackson whittemore - 7 posts

#chris argent - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#almost like she was shoehorned in to try make one of the boys straight and break up a popular fan pair by stealing the chemistry they had

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Teen wolf fanfic challenge update.

Started Nov19th 2020

Current date Feb 28th 2022

Days passed 466

Fics read 9516

Fics read this month 398

Average per day 20.5

Currently reading Fics from February 2013

Still here, still reading.

I feel I should have read more fics this month but I've had 0 motivation to read fics in order. I've read loads from tumblr and twitter recs just not the ones in order. That and I was down in the very bottom of the UK working at cons.

17 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

#4

For real though. It feels like they spent the entire first 2 seasons hinting Stiles was Bi, him flirting with Danny being a big factor and him making jokes about making out with Scott etc. Then for some reason they just completly dropped the Bi angle and he was super straight for some reason. It felt like it was no longer the character feeling comfy and joking about his sexuality to more like the show was making fun of it. For a show that claims to take place in a world without any homophobia there was a serious lack of any other relationships that wasn't straight.

The only main gay character got completely written off because they didn't know what to do with him (like how do you not know what to do with Danny) his partner disappeared and then showed up again 3 seasons later.

But I dunno it felt like you were either straight or not important to the story.

40 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

#3

QUESTION?

Does anyones brain do the same thing???

In my head my otps and ships don't stay the same age they age like us. the ones I've had since I was a smol have grown up and are now fully fledged adults.

Examples

KevEdd- Kevin and DD from Ed, edd n eddy, when the show came out in 1999 they were 12ish, in my head they are now 30ish?

Sterek- in season 1 Stiles was 17 and Derek was 19, my brain now thinks of them as 28 and 30?

Is this just my weird brain?

42 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#2

The pack we wanted in teen wolf, an easy guide.

ALPHA - Derek Hale(boy needs good things, also born werewolf and knows things)

2nd in command- Scott mccall (cause you can be the main character without being an entitled dick, also single boy needs to be single)

Emissaries- Stiles(also alpha mate and spark) & Lydia(banshee) the two of them as communication and planners would be terrifying. Lydia can be more brutal in her plans and often sometimes forgets thins, but pack mom Stiles and her husband Parrish always bring her back

BETAS- Erica, Boyd(3rd in charge I feel this goes without saying), Isaac, Jackson,Ethan, Cora, Kira(kitsune), Malia (coyote), Liam, Theo (redeemed), Mason, Corey, Parrish (hellhound), Hayden.

HUMAN ELEMENT- Allison (ex hunter) she is protective of her friends and pack. Makes sure any hunters they encounter follow the code.

Danny(hacker) finds information, gets paperwork for them, keeps them safe

Melissa(healer) looks after everyone

GUIDES - Peter hale (has no desire to be alpha again after the first time, wants the hale pack to grow and is happy to have a large family again.)

John Stilinski - will die fighting for the pack

Chris Argent - knows how to protect the pack and how to deal with enemies

135 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hands up if you were the child that read thousands of books and as an adult you hit burn out and now only read stories about the same 2 idiots falling in love over and over as you don't have the brain power to get emotionally attached to new characters.

19,888 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

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[zainclaw]

Hii Zain!! Hope you're doing well!

Considering you're coming from tw/sterek (I shipped them too, still do 😭) and shipped it but never got to see it be real on the show, and now you're into buddie, what do you think our chances of getting canon romantic buddie are? What are you're thoughts on possibility o pining eddie (or buck) and if you do believe they will go Canon, how do you think it'd play out and in what time span?

Thanks for your answer!

Thank you for giving me a reason to talk about this!! Because I’ve actually been wanting to make some kind of post about it, haha.

Do I think Buddie will become canon?

Honestly, there are so many things about Buck and Eddie's canon relationship, as it’s displayed on the show, that genuinely make me Struggle to believe it's anything but actual build-up. (And I say this as someone who has no clue what the show runners have ever said on the subject. And I have no interest to. I’m watching their show and interpret the story being told to me.) If it isn’t build-up, then I gotta say it’s a whole new level of queerbaiting I’ve never seen before.

Choices™ made on the show that make me Struggle:

The fact that the first half of the 2nd season was written, shot and edited before the fandom had even met Eddie, seeing as he wasn’t introduced before it aired. Meaning, all the choices made within these first 10 episodes, were not at all influenced by the fans or what they chose to ship. The beginning of Buck and Eddie was choices made 100% by the show writers, before they had the chance to make any kind of choices based on whether they were shipped by fans or not.

Included in these first 10 episodes together, is the scene with Buck talking to the old gay man whose husband just passed away, and the legendary “I guess I can only hope to find something that good” line from Buck. And, like, we got to see a whole montage of their life together, growing up and falling in love, finally getting married. We never got that much insight in a patient’s life, and they chose to do it for this one gay couple. And they chose this to be an important conversation in Buck’s journey for a romantic partner.

Also included in those episodes, is the scene from the Christmas episode where Buck goes with Eddie and Christopher to see Santa, and the elf lady mistakes Buck and Eddie for a couple, saying "you two have an adorable son” and Buck doesn’t even bother to correct her, but just responds with “thank you” and skips after Eddie. Do you know how many times I’ve seen two men being mistaken as a couple on tv, with them being offended and the whole thing just being played off as a joke? Too fucking many. And this scene gave me none of those vibes. 

(This moment was a Choice, and I want to know Why. Because if it isn’t a joke, and it isn’t actual set-up, then it’s definitely queerbaiting. Which, again, that’s not how queerbaiting usually happens. Before the fans has even had the chance to ship it. So what the fuck?)

Moving on from those specific episodes -- though I will always argue those are the most significant ones, regarding what the show runners set out to do with Eddie and Buck’s relationship -- there are so many more Choices made on the show as a whole.

The fact that a big part of Buck’s character development over the seasons is about going from the biggest player to someone who wants to find a meaningful relationship. Him having that one conversation with Bobby back in S1 about not being sure if he was ready for a relationship so adult, before realizing he does, and proceeds to befriend Eddie and his seven year old son, and becomes such an important person in both their lives. He gets invested in helping Eddie out with Christopher, and matures a lot because of it. And at the end of it all, in the 4th and latest season, we have Buck who (canonically) loves this kid, who babysits him frequently, who’s the person Christopher goes to when he’s upset with his dad, and who stays at Eddie’s house to take care of his son while he’s at the hospital, and who’s to become the legal guardian of Christopher if something ever was to happen to Eddie, despite there being grandparents and aunts and other family.

The fact that the focus of Eddie’s character has always been Christopher, about being a good father and wanting to do right by his son. Wanting to give him love and stability after his mother walked out on both of them. And he meets Buck, who asks Bobby if Christopher can stay with them at the firehouse when Eddie can’t find someone to watch him, before Eddie even gets the chance to do it himself. Buck, who introduces him to Carla who becomes a very important person to both him and Christopher. Buck, who adores his son, never once treats him like a burden, and who quickly becomes a very important person in Christopher’s life. Buck, whom Eddie confidentially tells  “I know you love my son and would never stop trying for him”. Buck, whom Eddie decides is the love and stability he wants for his son, and makes sure that Buck will be the one to raise Christopher if he himself can’t do it anymore.

The choice to have Eddie tell Buck “you can have my back any day” when later being blamed for not having Shannon’s back, even though he insists that he always did. (Buck tells Abby he’s got her back in S1 as well, but I do think the parallel with Eddie is more significant.)

The choice to have Buck say “This is Eddie’s house, I’m not really a guest.”

The choice to have Maddie and Chimney momentarily forget that Buck doesn’t in fact have kids, to then cut to Buck and Christopher at the pier.

The choice to have Eddie say Buck’s name and put a hand on his shoulder and seek his gaze before telling him there’s not a person in the world he trusts more with his son than him. The way this was shot. The line delivery. Choices.

The choice to place Buck with the Diaz family for the Christmas photo as well as countless other times when people are paired up as couples/families.

The choice to make it canon that both Eddie and Buck have keys to each other’s place.

The choice to have Buck lose his entire shit when the well collapses on top of Eddie, having him scream Eddie’s name and try to dig him out with his bare hands. And the fact that Buck is in most of the images flashing before Eddie’s eyes when he’s close to drowning. The choice of making sure Buck holding Eddie’s hand is in the shot when they reunite.

The choice to let Eddie be the one who’s there to witness Buck’s face fall when he sees Abby again. The choice of Eddie touching Buck’s shoulder in wordless reassurance, and later asks him if he’s okay when Abby is gone again.

The choice to have Eddie be on a date with Ana, only for him to return home to where Buck is watching Christopher, and them having a such a warm, domestic moment that directly mirrors scenes with Hen and Karen -- a married couple -- on the topic of getting their kids to bed.

The choice to not show us Eddie waking up at the hospital, with only Ana there, but instead let us see him awake for the first time as Buck runs in there to see him. Putting all the focus on how relieved Eddie and Buck are to see each other again, rather than Eddie and anyone else. Including his girlfriend. I can talk at lengths about how Buck was framed as Eddie’s love interest this whole episode.

The choice to have Eddie call Buck “Evan” in such a tender and special moment. Calling him by his real name, which is something we haven’t seen anyone else from the firefam ever do. Not Bobby. Not Hen. Not Chimney.

The show set up Buck to become Christopher’s second parental figure, like I literally can’t see it any other way than that. And, yeah, that in itself doesn’t have to point towards a romantic relationship with Eddie, it could happen between two best friends, but considering everything else? It’s hard to see it that way tbh. There are just so many Choices, piling up, making mountains, that seem to point to it being more than just a really profound friendship.

As for my hopes for Season 5 / the future as a whole...

I love everybody’s headcanons about pining Eddie, and obviously I would love to see them actually, finally, taking that route with them. But... I guess I still don’t dare to hope for real, haha. Even with everything I just mentioned above, I’m just so used to being disappointed.

I never start shipping something with the need or goal to see it go canon. Ofc I would love to see it, because I love them, and just having it confirmed on the show, not even in an explicit way, would be so beautiful. But I don’t need it. It won’t affect my ability to adore the fan fics or edits or fanart.

Sooo sadly I don’t have any thoughts about what could happen from here on, tbh, or how their on-screen romance would play out! I love their characters as they are on the show, I just look forward to see them being them in many new episodes to come, with the special relationship they already do have in canon! I’m just happy to have that!

God, sorry for this NOVEL of an answer... XDDD

[paintedrecs]

For the fandom talk meme thingy: C (not trying to start drama I swear), I, K, R, and X. =D

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Hmmm, there are a few ways of answering this. One is by listing all my NOTPs, which would be excessively long and ultimately boring because it essentially boils down to “anyone else with either member of my OTP.” I monoship my primary pairings, so I’m pretty strict on what I do and do not like. 

(With the way fandom is now, I should clarify that NOTP means that I personally do not like a ship and I therefore go out of my way to avoid it - by muting terms, carefully filtering tags and search results, curating my own space, etc. It doesn’t mean I think the ship is badwrong or that anyone else should stop shipping it. It just means I do not ever want to see it.)

This feels a little less specific on that front, though, maybe more just: people like this and I’m meh about it?

So Allydia comes to mind. I don’t hate it, and if the Sterek’s good enough I’ll still read a fic with them as a background pairing, but I don’t ever like it as a romantic ship. While I ship Lydia with lots of different characters, including Cora, I’ve always seen Allison as straight, so I suppose that’s part of it? And I love Lydia & Allison as bffs - I see them as entirely platonic, like Scott & Stiles, so introducing romance just doesn’t work for me.

Another one is Sheriff Stilinski/Peter Hale. I...I don’t understand it. Unlike the last answer, this background pairing will prevent me from reading a Sterek-central fic.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

This turned into a complicated and kind of roundabout answer, so I’m putting the rest of the questions under a long-post cut!

I stopped frequenting tumblr for two main reasons:

that whole weird purge thing that made me think everyone was leaving, so I just gave up, which might’ve been premature cause it seems like folks are still going strong on here

the emergence of antis, specifically within the Voltron fandom (although they’re everywhere at this point)

There’s a saying in fandom now: 

“Why is the younger fandom generation like this?!??” “Tumblr raised them.”

For me, for years, tumblr was a really wonderful space where I had a lot of great conversations and read very thoughtful threads that helped me to learn some important things about myself, other people, and a world much wider than my own.

But I was an adult when I joined this site, and it really does seem like there’s a whole new crop of kids who have no actual context for ideas like social justice, the need for canonical representation in our media, and a lot of other things that eventually got folded into a big ball of disconnected rhetoric that they now fling as hard as they can at the heads of fandom creators who are committing the ultimate sin of creating content for ships they don’t like.

It’s late, and I don’t feel like getting into a whole Essay Rant about all that.

So on an entirely personal level, I quit running appreciatejack (my Check Please/zimbits/Jack Zimmermann blog) because someone sent me really vile hate for daring to ship Shiro/Keith from Voltron (two unrelated adults in a cartoon). It’s why I turned my ask boxes/anon/chats off on most of my blogs, and then eventually just...got tired of running them.

When I started up appreciatederek, I got a couple asks from people who wanted to know if it was going to be multiship or just Sterek, and when I said it was Sterek, they presumably went off to find other things they were into, because I never heard from them again. Y’know, the reasonable reaction. And then the rest of it was wonderful: finding content for it, and getting responses from people who enjoyed that content.

I thought appreciateshiro would be similar, but it was all so messy from the very start. The Sheith tag was FULL of hate. I was initially checking it every day, trying to find artists and writers and gif-makers to reblog and encourage and support, like I’d done in Sterek fandom, but instead I’d spend literal hours blocking people who came into that tag just to talk about how much they hated the ship.

Every day, I’d look for content for my OTP, and every day I’d come away from it angry and sad and frustrated. I never seemed to run out of people to block. And they never, ever seemed to run out of hate.

It was exhausting. It made me reluctant to go on tumblr at all. And eventually I just...sorta stopped.

So the answer to this question is more, I guess, “fandom made me stop liking tumblr, and in the process I stopped liking most fandoms.”

I’m sure you can kinda tell from the fandoms I’m currently the most invested in.

I love Sterek, and I will always love Sterek. Part of that’s the ship itself, of course, and part is because I had an incredible fandom experience with it. People within this fandom are still really great - always so welcoming and super excited about new content, even so many years on.

Otherwise, my current fandoms are kiiiiinda tiny:

Xanatowen (Gargoyles), which currently consists of exactly 2 people and 12 fics (3 of which are mine).

Trevorcard (Castlevania), which only has ~200 fics on AO3.

Taibani (Tiger & Bunny), which is an oldish fandom with only ~600 fics on AO3.

Remember, I came from a fandom that has SIXTY THOUSAND fics.

So while I feel very lonely and very sad about the low content levels in these fandoms, they’ve also given me the space to let go of some of my fandom hurt & anger and remember what it’s like to just...peacefully love something. I really miss just loving things and talking about loving those things and searching for other people who also love those things without running into....thousands upon thousands of people who HATE that you love that thing.

(Until I wrote all that out just now, I actually hadn’t realized how much this had still been hanging over me, or why I was so hesitant to come back to “reclaim” a space I’d once been super active and happy in. Essay over! Next questions.)

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Answered here!

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Answered here! 

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Found family. This is probably a big part of why Sterek was my first real fandom, because the idea of Pack makes it incredibly natural to build out relationships beyond just the central romantic pairing. 

It doesn’t have to be a werewolf thing, though. I’m honestly not hugely fond of the whole puppy piles concept - I’m less interested in “biological urges make characters literally physically all snuggle up together in bed” than I am in the actual build of the friendships, and the concept of choosing people who will become the family you’ve been missing for whatever reason.

Maybe it’s reconnecting with biological family, or maybe it’s discovering that your friends have been filling that space for you all along, without you even fully realizing it. (The concept of “home” is another big one for me. Home is where your heart is etc etc.)

And hey! Now I can pull back in another question from earlier: about “pairings” that I might not have initially considered. As I suspected, I do have more! Mostly platonic.

For instance: Derek and Sheriff Stilinski becoming bffs. I thiiiink I can probably tie my ABSOLUTE LOVE of this concept back to HalfFizzbin’s can't be hateful, gotta be grateful. And then Cupboard Love really has to be the source of ALL my alive!Hales feels, which also includes folding Stiles into their family.

Fic is largely responsible for building out Derek’s relationship with Boyd, Erica, Isaac, his sisters...making them into an actual pack and friends and family in the way the show never bothered. And frankly while I don’t like canon!Scott at all at this point, I love his friendship with Stiles in fics, and I absolutely believe Stiles and Lydia would be amazing friends once he got past his crush on her. I’d point to another fic here, owlpostagain’s will to follow through, as the ultimate source for major Team Human feels.

So yeah. I’m always going to be drawn to stories about family, in whatever form that takes, particularly if it’s one that’s a little bit off the normal white-picket-fence path.

In Tiger & Bunny, it’s Barnaby joining the Kaburagi family, and learning how to be a dad and a friend to his new husband’s daughter.

In Gargoyles, I’m completely obsessed with the (canonical!) idea of a family that consists of a man, his wife, their son, and the chaotically loyal fae babysitter/tutor/third parent. It is not a stretch to tweak this the tiiiiiiniest bit to turn it into a nontraditional family structure of a man, his wife, his son, and his fae boyfriend. Honestly.

In Castlevania, the fic that made me sob my eyes out at one point does something the show would absolutely never. It gives Alucard the time to rebuild his physical home while befriending the people in the little town that crops up around it. It’s about Trevor and Alucard falling in love, but it’s also about them making a place for themselves in a world where that kind of comfort and stability and friendship is so badly needed.

I think we all kinda need that in our world right now. So I love being able to find it in fic, for the characters who’ve grown to mean something to me.

[heamaybe]

July 2020

The Alpha’s Warlock by Eliot Grayson: I started this book because the synopsis had a Sterek vibe and honestly it ended up being funny and cute. The end battle was not cute and the ending felt a bit rushed but considering I had no expectations beyond lol sounds like Sterek, this was better than I thought.

A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Leguin: My understanding of the story is that a wizard was on a journey and met a lot of people. I think there were a couple fights but mostly they just talked. There was a dragon. I’m not sure what the point was because I was listening to this on audiobook and the voice of the reader was so calming and deep I kept dropping out of the story and just listened to the voice.

Rough Canvas by Joey W. Hill: Oh boy did this piss me off. I’ve calmed some since, but I still wish I had never started this book. On top of all my smaller annoyances I think the biggest reason I hated this so much was the other main character’s relationship with his family. And this is not an isolated situation with only this book, this is a thing that will make me hate a book so fast if it’s not properly handled. Basically, the family took him for granted and I would call the mother abusive with the way she treated him. And he felt like he had a duty to them, that he needed to give up everything to take care of them and forgive all the shit they did. And I am not here for that. I do not believe in unconditional family love, if they treat you like shit, cut them out of your life. 

Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall: After that rant, I forgave this book so much because this could have done that and it didn’t. I thought the main character was a bit of an asshole to be honest, but maybe because he was like that, he actually cut ties with shitty family. I wasn’t a huge fan of any of the characters but the story had it’s moments. I don’t remember much so I wouldn’t call this memorable except for that first point because it seems to be too rare and I need more of that.

Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid: What even happened in this? It was cute but less cheesy than the first book in this series. I don’t actually think there was all that much plot, just big hockey stars fucking, I guess they fell in love since it is a romance book. I may have a thing for sports stars falling in love...

Hat Trick by Eden Finley: ...since this kind of continues that trend too. Though this had the problem of the other party being a rock star and that’s such a meh for me. I didn’t really care for him in the previous books in the series and this didn’t make me care either. However, it’s totally a me thing so I can’t call this book bad based on it, especially when I’ve liked the previous ones and this isn’t any worse, it’s just the musician thing. Also the endings for these books are so cheesy. I use that word too much I’m sorry, I don’t have a better one in English.

The Deep by Rivers Solomon: The concept of this is super interesting and I liked the book a lot. It’s a pretty short book and I’m kinda glad it is because the subject was a lot heavier than what I normally read and I’m not sure I could have given it the level of focus it required and deserved all through if it had been longer. 

The Old Guard by Greg Rucka: This was ok. I mean I like the concept and the story but the art isn’t my favorite. I kind of preferred the movie version, the story was mostly the same with a couple changes and there was Charlize Theron.

Haltiain verta (The Witcher: Blood of Elves, Finnish translation) by Andrzej Sapkowski: Ok here we go. I liked this surprisingly much. I wasn’t sure what to expect after the two short story collections. This doesn’t have that much plot to be honest, there are people plotting a war and Ciri training. The thing is, I really like the female characters and their scenes make the book so much better, as they did in the previous ones. I especially like Triss and Yen is awesome too. I kinda really dislike Jaskier a lot, to the point I have trouble understanding why he got so popular after the Netflix show even though I KNOW his character in the show is very different, for a good reason.

Not Your Villain by C.B. Lee: Yeah so, here’s the thing: I really do not care about teenage love trouble. I appreciate the diversity and it was great for parents to be present in a YA book and I’m sure if I was 15+ years younger I would have liked this a lot. The plot is just very basic for someone who has been reading superhero stories for over 10 years and while the parents were there, it kind of killed the purpose when the kids decided the adults weren’t doing enough and that as true teenagers they obviously know better.

Someday Someday by Emma Scott: Back to the forgiving abusive family thing I hate but level it up a bit. It took me ages to finish this and I was so close to not finishing at all, but I have yet to learn how to give up on any book no matter how much I hate it. It’s a problem. At least I liked the main couple fine enough. This could have been a very cute hurt/comfort story, but it was a bit too heavy on the hurt for me. I guess someone who likes angsty stories and can overlook the family thing would like this.

Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh: This was lovely. The concept was lovely. The story was lovely. It was a bit weird and super short so I was a bit lost a couple of times about what was real and what was happening, but I didn’t feel like it in anyway ruined the story for me. I don’t mind being a bit lost. As I’m writing this I’ve also read the sequel and it cleared up a couple questions I was left with too. 

[justjimedits]

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Don’t fall for Antis’ bullshit please. The only reason Pew is so bothered by the Pack Mom Stiles trope is because he desperately wants to transplant-brute force it onto his personal fav Scott McCall. Rabid Scott/Posey stans @princeescaluswords and @russianspacegeckosexparty don’t give a shit either Braeden or Draeden (in fact, they ship Scerek and uses Braeden only to prop Scott up despite screeching about how Sterek is a ‘pedophilic’ ship because Stiles is a canonical teenager and Derek is a canonical adult from the top of their lungs) and the only reason they despise Sterek and Steter is because they desperately want/need Stiles to be an exclusive property of Scott and are EXTREMELY bothered by the possibility of Stiles choosing someone else over his “one true alpha and owner” Scott McCall. They are bitter and transparent and desperate and hypocritical like that ___________________________ The submission was about that one post PEW made and for once it made sense. That doesn’t mean I agree with everything he says or said in the past, it means that I agree with that one post. I think you forget that you’re an Anti as much as they are with your hatred for Scott. And I’m pretty much the middle ground because I don’t hate, I dislike Scott because of the choices he has made but I still stick by what I’ve seen in the show and I’m not going to dish on a post that wasn’t negative simply because it’s one of the Sterek haters.  I don’t like Steter, absolutely not, but I choose not to read it, I skip it fast and I don’t feel like lecturing those that do ship it and I don’t use racism as a reason why Steter shippers like Steter. That’s where Pew and his cronies go wrong. That and they constantly make up racist reasons that have nothing to do with canon to go against meta. You don’t go against hate with hate, it’s not going to get you anywhere. I’m not Anti anything. I love Sterek but not all the tropes and meta that go with it, for one I never reblog art where Stiles looks like a kid and Derek like his dad.  Fun fact though, a 17 year old with a 24 year old isn’t that frowned upon where I live.

[artemis69]

I really want to read a Sterek “fell in love as children” AU with a twist.

Let’s say the Hale and the Stilinski has nothing to do with each other, at all. Don’t live in the same area, never heard of each other’s family at all.

But, for some reason or another, their paths cross at one point of their life. I’m talking “we stopped on the road at this restaurant because the kids were five seconds away from eating the car seats” type of encounter.

Anyway. Somehow, Stiles and Derek meets away while the adults are busy. They are both five, both wearing a batman tee shirt and they have this immediate “you are the best thing in the entireworld” revelation.

Half an hour later, one adventure with a mean kid on the swings and a long discussion on life later, and they are now ride or die for each other. They have this pretty precise plan of buying a house together and raising eagles and wolves together in their future garden.

It’s all very exciting, and Derek is actually the one that introduces the idea of marriage, because that’s what you do when you want to live with someone in a house. Stiles finds the idea very logical and grown up, and they seal it with a kiss on the cheek.

Derek’s eyes flash, Stiles hands sparks and when they jump back there is a big matching drawing appears over both their arms. They look at it with huge, excited eyes, and both run show it to their respective parents.

But when Derek finds his family, they’re leaving the place and calling his name. He suddenly remembers how Laura had plead and plead to have her pack tattoo and how their mom had said no, not until she was eighteen.

Derek is pretty sure five is far away from eighteen.

He’s so distracted and distraught that he doesn’t even really realize they are leaving, all quiet and small in the back of the car. It’s only at night, when his parent come to kiss him goodnight and tries to pry his secret out of him, that Derek rolls his sleeve up and show the longs lines all over his arm.

Cue the Hale, freaking out and the whole pack messily falling into the room, panicked.  

They try to find more about the other kid, but Derek offers for only details “he’s called Stiles”, “he thinks eagles are cool” and “he loves batman.”

(Somewhere far away, the Stilinskis are wondering how to locate a “just Derek” with “pretty eyes and cool teeth”. Even abusing John’s powers, no database could be sufficient for this type of situation.)

So, that’s how things are.

For a while, it doesn’t change things really. They live their life as happy kids, go to school, make friends. Sometimes, they watch their tattoo while showering or before going to sleep and they wonder. But nothing more.

But then, puberty hits. Hard.

And they are surrounded by pretty people and their bodies try to overdose their brains on hormones and everything sucks because they are just no into it.

They do want to kiss people but also, they only want to kiss this precise people, and it’s the worst. It’s been more than ten years, who cares if the people in high school that try to kiss them don’t have cute bunny teeth/the right moles on their cheek?

Them. They care. So much.

Derek becomes a legend when the cheerleading captain jumps in his arms after a game and Derek throws her (throws her) away as if she was on fire in front of the entire school.

Kate tries to seduce him a few days after Derek’s sixteen birthday. Derek’s answer goes something like “Hm, thank you old lady, but no. Also, this is creepy and I’m telling my mother.”

So there is no Hale fire. Kate gets arrested. Everybody stays alive.

Stiles never falls in love with Lydia, because she’s beautiful but she doesn’t have big ears and green eyes that can flash gold and it’s apparently a total deal breaker for Stiles’ stupid libido.

He’s not bitter at all.

So Lydia and Stiles becomes BFF, and they bond over the supernatural, people being stupid and their boyfriends being useless.

Stiles likes to answer “thanks, my husband made it for me” to anyone asking after his tattoo, his face blank and his smile fake.

Years pass, they both stay celibate. They both go secretly to comic con for several years in a row, hiding it from their families but hoping to find the other nerd there. They never meet each other in the crowd.

Then things finally get resolved in the most random way.

Like, both Lydia and Derek get chosen to speak during a supernatural convention, in a panel made for young members of the community.

Derek is still adjusting his microphone, two seconds after stepping up to the podium, when someone stands up in the crowd, points at him and starts yelling.

There is a healthy mix of profanities and weird compliments thrown his way in a few seconds, ranging from “you mated and dashed you prick! And what the fuck is the deal with yours arms? How is that fair?” to “you really grew into your teeth your asshole!”

They get expulsed from the session. Derek never has no chance to present his work. His mom is going to be disappointed, again.  

They spend some more times yelling and flailing at each other in the corridor. Half an hour later, they start making out against a wall.

They get expulsed from the convention. They don’t really care.

(Six months later, they join the same college together. Half an hour after their family leave them to their new flat, they decide to elope and make it all official.

Nobody around them bother being surprised)

[mojoflower]

Teen Wolf mpreg fic recs (99% Sterek, 1% Steter)

I know that you love me, even when I lose my head by LunaCanisLupus 22 E, 136k, Complete.  “We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“  //  “Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.  //  “He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.  //  Or the one where Derek gets attacked by hunters, ends up with amnesia and forgets Stiles is his mate.

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek, but Stiles is a BAMF, BAMF Stiles, presumably Actual Derek is also a bamf, but College Derek is pretty useless, Heh heh

Wow, this story just grabbed me and didn't let me go and now it's the end of a full day and I have no excuse for abandoning everything except that I was really involved and enjoying the plot.  //  Stiles is such a fucking badass, I love this, he's super-smart and strategizes and handles everything that comes up like a pro and it's totally easy to see why they have such a large and powerful pack. 'College Derek', meanwhile, is a complete sexist asshole (with the whole Alpha/omega thing) who says some super hurtful things in the first half out of sheer ignorance mostly -- although occasionally it's spite. Stiles handles it as well as he can, trying to hide that it hurts and striking back because he has backbone for god's sake... but his bondmark is slowly fading and that's terrifying and tragic.  //  Meanwhile, the Silva pack is due to arrive with some manifest bad intentions, and Peter is lurking around stirring up trouble, and it's a really fucking bad time for Derek to not remember who he is, because it makes their pack vulnerable.  //  Great story.

The Lighthouse Keeper by tugela54 E, 75k, Complete.  On a rural island just off Alaska’s northern Inside Passage, stands a centuries old lighthouse - the perfect sanctuary for its keeper to hide when the moon is full, to burn and rage through its cycle with the townsfolk being none the wiser.  //  But then a new resident comes to Beacon Harbour – a bright-eyed young student chasing an elusive whale species – and all of a sudden those thick stone walls seem paper thin…

Bottom Stiles, Like Whoa,  

 Whoa, that was an intense climax, I'm kinda breathless. Great story. Stiles is earnest and funny (and sooo hot for the giant, hairy, handsome man -- when author says size difference they are not messing around and it's mentioned frequently) and Derek is monosyllabic and awkward. They figure it out eventually, and there is hot sex (did I say size difference and hirsuteness?). Laura's a great werewolf-sister (Derek is the only werewolf) and her son Seth is a cutie. The cast of characters (Chris, Jordon, Finstock, Angus, Gladys and the two First People Miriam and Jonah) are interesting and fleshed-out. Love the plot, and the take on Derek's werewolf (not Teen Wolf style), love the First People lore and rituals, love the setting waaay up in Alaska on this tiny island.  //  (Don't let Major Character Death tag scare you, you're gonna be just fine.)

Hey Lover, I Got a Sugarcane by pibroch (littleblackdog) Steter, E, 17k, Complete.  [References to Mpreg rather than straight-up #mpreg]  “Put Peter on the phone,” Stiles says, too sharp to be polite.  //  “What?” Derek sounds completely thrown. “Stiles, I don’t think— Okay, you’re obviously not understanding what’s happening here. Peter isn’t talking. He’s basically just growling at this point, and he’s rounding on anyone that gets too close. He actually bit me when I tried to take back my pillow. I nearly lost a thumb.”  //  “Derek.” The reality of this shitshow of a situation is finally kicking in, undeniably, and Stiles needs to hear Peter’s voice. “Just trust the omega, okay? Tell him it’s me, and give him the damn phone.”  //  ---"Wrangling Rut-Drunk Alpha Boyfriends 101" by Stiles Stilinski, omega and responsible adult person.

I've loved other things I've read by this author

Delicious. And also funny.

I've Got A Sure Thing by skoosiepants  T, 11k, Complete.  Stiles's water breaks ten miles outside of Beacon Hills.

Fox Stiles, Werefox Stiles, Daddy Stiles

Precious: I love the style, it tumbles and tumbles over itself. Stiles is himself. Derek keeps hanging around, and he loves little Princess Leia. Cora keeps laughing at them. Stiles might be a little confused.

******

He calls Derek and says, “I think your entire family is here, dude,” and Derek roars, “What?” and, “Don't call me dude, “ and, “Fuck, I'll be right over.”

Derek shows up in his EMT uniform and with his partner Boyd, stoic and amused, and the wild look in Derek's eyes is probably as close to a panic as Stiles will ever see him in.

Derek says, “Oh my god, Laura,” and grabs for Prin just as Prin launches herself out of Laura's arms toward him. He swings her up in a practiced movement and settles her on his hip and Laura grins so wide her fangs are showing.

“The pack wanted to meet her, even Mom's here,” she says, gesturing toward a big black wolf that looks almost exactly like Derek in wolf form – the wolf lifts her head and sneezes at them, then goes back to nosing through Stiles's DVD collection.

“Mom,” Derek says, and holds Prin up so she hides his face. Prin tugs at his hair and knees him in the eye and giggles when he shoves her up so her tummy is balanced on the top of his head, it's so cute Stiles can hardly stand it, his life is insane.

“Okay,” Stiles says, clapping his hands together, “I'll make tea.”

I don't think that means what you think it means by ThroughTheTulips  M, 21k, 7 works, Complete.  Ever notice how aliens have mostly similar customs to humans in Stargate? There never seem to be words or concepts that just don't translate. For the most part that makes sense given how they were spread deliberately across the universe, but there should be more weird stuff.  //  So I made some. This is very fluffy and ridiculous. Enjoy.

I simply can't with this. What an unanticipated, hysterical delight.

 I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter  E, 52k, Complete (series is 132k of deliciousness)  [Implied Mpreg, rather than actual #mpreg].  Stiles finds a baby on the porch.  //  It looks exactly like him.  //  Well, this is awkward.

Favorite, read again, still a favorite

Funny and unique and gripping (and there's one part that's simply fucking heartbreaking, god every.time. I bawl like a baby). I love this so much. It's totally one of my return-again-and-again-comfort-fics (even though there's very little that's slow-paced and domestic about it).

 monday i can fall apart but by friday i'm in love by tryslora  M, 6k, Complete.  It's just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can't get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he's too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles, Caretaking,  

lol.  short and funny and sweet and Alpha!Derek is a caretaker (and pregnant omega!Stiles is a sass-spewing dork)

 finger on the trigger and all fired up by tryslora  E, 6k, Complete  [Implied Potential Mpreg rather than #mpreg].  Derek goes undercover to expose a drug trafficking ring running inside of a porn studio. What he finds is Stiles.

Hot and funny.

 I'm Not Immune by moodwriter  E, 24k, Complete.  “Did they inject anything into you? You can hold me back. You can stop me. I can’t stop you.” Stiles is in full blown panic mode now.  //  The one where Stiles and Derek get kidnapped, and sex needs to happen for reasons.

Great story, grows as it's written. Follows a lot of emotional development, tangled in the godawfulfucking situation they're trapped in.

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica  E, 125k, Complete.  Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm.  //  Awesome.  //  And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts.  //  Joy.

Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek, Mpreg, Kidnapping, Stalking, cultural ramifications of a/b/o

So, Stiles, the omega-rights activist who never wants anything to do with an Alpha and wants to avoid any of that biological imperative bullshit, winds up pregnant a la Jane the Virgin. BUT. Derek is unwilling to commit, or even to have Stiles tell anyone who the baby-Daddy is. This could be because a complete psychopath has him in her targets.

Kate is one fuck-scary villain, just, crazy as a bag of cats and vicious with it, and the filth that comes out of her mouth is truly chilling.

Stiles gets kidnapped pretty early on, which is frightening enough, and then she's back for another try. At that point, he's kidnapped again, this time by Derek, who whisks him across the country to the Preserve, a werewolf compound in Maine. Here, Stiles is the only human, pregnant and vulnerable and trying to make a temporary life until the baby is born. But will it only be temporary?

There's love, sociopolitical musings, lots of angst, lots of danger. The baby is born about 3/4 of the way through the story, and then Kate comes around to terrorize everyone again. Even though Derek and Stiles are living in a house that's reinforced with bars and a panic room, she still manages to nearly burn Stiles and the baby…

 Rescue Me (& Take Me In Your Arms) by tumtatumtum  E, 34k, Complete (series is 37k so far).  Just when Stiles is starting to reach panic-attack levels of stress, a leather jacket and firm thigh are pressed right up next to him, and an arm is casually thrown over his shoulder. Stiles looks up to thank this kind person who is saving his life, and suddenly forgets what air is.  //  Because HOT. DAMN. Call the police and the fire-man, this guy is smoking.  //  Or the AU where Derek helps save Stiles from an ex, and a steamy BDSM relationship ensues- with feelings all over the place.

Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sub Stiles, Dom Derek

Whoooaa, Nellie. Strap in for a ride, folks. Hot and also hilarious, which is a difficult combo to achieve. Loads of D/s sexy times. Stiles is precious. Derek is possessive and a wee bit insecure. They're awful fun to watch together.  ***The one where Stiles is Alpha Mate which magically means he starts leaking slick outta his ass, even tho he's human.

*******

[Kept trying to find this fic using key words bar and boyfriend and ex-boyfriend... which finally got me there. It's SO worth a re-read or ten.] I also tagged it with fake/pretend relationships, since it's fake for about the first 5 minutes, until Derek puts his hand on the back of Stiles' neck and Stiles moans and MELTS and lo, romantic and sexual interest is born.)

 It's a mad, mad world by ElisAttack  E, 74k, Complete [No #mpreg]  "They call him the Feral Wolf." The man laughs hysterically as Stiles backs away from him, fear coursing through his veins. "Feral Hale. Do you know why? Huh?" The man creeps closer, testing the restraint of his chains, white talcum falling from his skin, swirling in the air like the dust devils plaguing the wasteland. "Because he's fucking mad."  //  Or the one where Stiles is a prisoner looking to return home, but to do so, he may have to rely on a questionable drifter.

Really enjoyed this. Very interesting take on alpha/omega, haven't seen it before. And yay for apocalyptic mad max-type world. Scary as fuck.

a little advice for aspiring fires by The Byger (Byacolate)  E, 42k, Complete.  Regardless of his sadly lacking social circle, Stiles was going to have to get some physical contact or he was going to explode. Seriously. It’d be messy and Derek would probably become even more emotionally constipated having to clean up little bits of Stiles from his pristine walls and furniture.

Touch-Starved, Skin Hunger, Omega Stiles, Sassy Stiles, stiles talks CONSTANTLY, Mpreg, Kidfic

But We're Still Sleeping Like We're Lovers by CharWright5  E, 110k, Complete  [No #mpreg].  There are several things Stiles Stilinski knows to be facts: he's a werecoyote like his parents; his twin sister Malia could use a filter more than him; he's an Omega and terrified of his upcoming heat; and Derek Hale-McCall will never see him as anything more than his kid brother's best friend. Doesn't stop Stiles from asking the Alpha to help him during his heat. Or from developing some serious feelings that go beyond the bedroom. Basically, he's totally screwed, in more ways than one.

Fox Stiles, Creature Stiles, he's not a fox, but when I'm cruising that tag, I'll like to read this story

Idiot boys. Hot sex. More idiot boys. Angst. Fluff.

Jurisdiction by elisera  M, 7k, Complete (series complete at 20k).  John is a pretty level-headed guy. He wasn’t always, back during his own Sturm und Drang period, but he married a firecracker of a woman and got a kid with an affinity for trouble like he got payed for ending up in it, so someone had to level out or they would’ve ended up living in a treehouse or Lapland doing god knows what. Anyway, getting a hold of his temper is one of John’s better life achievements. It makes him a good sheriff and it kept him from blowing his lid too badly those last two years when Stiles started acting out in a way that John had never seen before.  //  But the temper is still there.  //  He’s reminded of it when he comes home on a random Saturday in March after spilling his milkshake all over his uniform shirt only to notice he didn’t have a spare in the station and finds Stiles bend over the kitchen sink with hunched shoulders.

Papa Stilinski is a total badass and mmm mmmm mmmm, so is Derek. Stiles has got some awesome muscle looking out for his best interests.

Into Something New by marguerite_26  E, 9k, Complete.  [Implied Mpreg rather than #mpreg].  Something is happening to Stiles. He’s losing time. Something is messing with his head, with his body. Maybe if he felt better he’d think to be worried.

 Nowhere Man by 1lostone  E, 76k, Complete.  [Mpreg (off screen)]  When Stiles leaves Beacon Hills, he does it without a backwards glance. For two years he is happy on the other side of the country- until someone targets not only him, but his daughter.  //  Unfortunately, the asshole bodyguard his dad hired to make sure he gets back home is none other than Derek Hale. And that's really not very good for either of them.

1lostone is, as always, the goddess of the lengthy, painful, disturbing, angsty, violent, sexy story. God, I love it.

The Second Coming (of Werewolf Jesus) by lupinus, uraneia  E, 40k, Complete.  Stiles was enjoying his senior year until his crazy English teacher decided he made the best candidate to gestate Derek's kid. Now Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude and he and Derek have to figure their shit out, because in nine months they are going to be tied together for the rest of their lives.

Sweet: very fluffy and domestic.

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)  E, 63k, Complete.  (Part of series A/B/O bodice rippers) [Mpreg, Discussion of mpreg, no men were pregnant in the making of this fic].  Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? and manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.  //  now with explicit epilogue - the rest of the story is teen rated though, so if you don't like the idea of explicit sex in your bodice rippers - just don't read that bit.

Great story.

The Well of Living Waters by kalpurna  E, 30k, Complete.  King Derek takes a consort.

 Within His Power by NoBezel  E, 69k, Complete.  [Discussion of mpreg]  Derek is a wolfish cyborg, brother of the Governor of California, heir to the Hale fortune. Stiles is a un-sequenced human in a world of designer DNA. When Derek is forced to choose a mate, no one expects him to choose Stiles. To be fair, Derek doesn't expect him to say no.

Pretty fucking phenomenal. Lots of world-building and political intrigue. If you're in it for the tropes, you'll be disappointed, but otherwise it's intense and dense and lovely.

The Threat of Human Sacrifice by vampireisthenewblack  E, 45k, Complete.  The sheriff bought a crib and made Derek help him put it together. Stiles thought of Hemingway and the shortest, most heartbreaking story ever told, and dismantled it on his own while Derek was out.  //  [The one where Stiles getting knocked up is the least of his worries.]

So excellent and intense.

The Honey and the Sting by the_ragnarok  M, 19k, Complete (series still wip)  Derek didn't remember what happened when he went into heat. He could only assume the worst. The truth may be stranger than that.

Beautiful.

Tiny Houses by ohmyjetsabel  E, 77k, Complete.  "So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.  //  God, he dreams.  //  He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

Fuck.

 Shifts by gryvon  E, 15k, Complete.  Stiles has what he's always secretly wanted - he's in a relationship with Derek and he's one of Derek's betas - but all that gets turned upside down when Gerard kidnaps him and his unexpected baby.

Who doesn't want Stiles having emotionally confusing sex with Derek, getting knocked up unbeknownst to either of them, and then kidnapped for the future baby? I mean, really. It's classic.

A Mating Moon by unpossible  E, 37k, Complete.  (Series 55k so far.) [this is not mpreg, just to be clear]  “Hey, Scott, so, I uh, there’s this amazingly hot guy and I’m uh, gonna spend the weekend with him but, you know, just to be careful, I’m sending you his picture, so if by some terrible chance my bloated corpse shows up sometime Monday, just, y’know pass this along to the authorities.” He pauses. “Uh. Kidding?” and then hangs up with a rush of air.  //  “That is the worst voicemail in the history of voicemails,” Derek says.

fucking fantastic

 (Once in a) Blue Moon by clarkoholic, skywardsmiles  E, 60k, Complete.  (Series 63k so far.)  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.

Oh, the angst, the pining, the guilt, the blame, the anger. Total pain-fest while we watch Stiles nearly die from the burden of the pregnancy. Lovely sweet ending, of course.

Tried and Tested Series by dancinbutterfly  E, 53k, 12 works, Complete.  In which Derek has a sex emergency with unplanned results, Stiles could be the baby daddy on one of those horrible MTV pregnancy shows, Sheriff Stilinski takes in strays and life in Beacon Hills never has a dull moment, not even when things are calm.

Really wonderful series. Stopped at Part 11, so am waiting for updates. A good investment of time, even incomplete. ;D  //  [Huh, evidently I missed an update somewhere along the line!]

In the Solstice of our Hearts by ravingrevolution  E, 73k, Complete.  "You're not putting that up your butt," Scott told him flatly and Stiles couldn't stop the pissed off whine he made, but his friend continued. "Stiles, you can't put that up your butt, you know that. Your butt won't be ready for anything to go in it until-"  //  "Okay, okay!" he said, flailing his hands to stop his friend's lecture. "Message received, no butt stuff until I'm pounced on by some freaking animal in the forest and ravished to within an inch of my life. Got it. Thanks, Scotty, I mean heaven forbid I actually try to take control of my life and give myself a fighting chance or anything."  //  "Not all alphas are animals," Scott said quietly.  //  Maybe he was right, but Stiles wasn't holding his breath.

Omega Stiles, Berserk Stiles, omega beast, everyone's a virgin, Hurt/Comfort, care taking

The one where there's a Mate Run in the woods, and Derek with his pack manage to frighten Stiles up a tree from whence he falls and is impaled on a branch (ouch!) and then they spend a week in a cave while Stiles heals. Meanwhile, Kate and her cronies are sneaking into the month-long Mate Run with the intent to a)finally kill Derek and b) sneakily bond with some omegas. So Stiles goes berserk, which is the omega form of a hulking violence monster, to protect Derek. (Story could have stopped there, but carries on for another 1/3.)

[dragon-temeraire]

Your tags on the bed sharing prompts suggesting that they all go in one fic gave me a mighty need, if youre feeling it, I would love to see a TW take on it? Whichever ship you feel most moved to do?

I just needed a little encouragement to write this, so thank you! I had this half-written in my head as sterek, so I hope that’s cool! (On AO3)

“I still don’t know why we had to have the pack vacation inthe middle of nowhere,” Stiles says, staring up dubiously at the cabin. Sure,it’s two stories tall and has a balcony, but it still looks pretty rustic.

“It has all the amenities,” Lydia says, rolling her eyes athim. “And besides, it’s werewolf friendly.”

Stiles had heard that phrase thrown around many times duringthe discussion and planning of this trip, but he’s still not sure what itmeans. “What, exactly, is werewolf friendly?”

“Lots of trails and open spaces to run, and no neighbors formiles and miles,” Lydia says, like it should be obvious. “Also, all the roomsare soundproofed.”

Stiles tries, and fails, not to think about theramifications of that. It’s totallynot fair that most of his friends are going to be getting lucky, while he—thechronically single—has absolutely no one to canoodle with. “Must be nice,” hegrumbles, grabbing his suitcase and backpack out of the trunk. “Where am Ibunking?”

Lydia consults an actual diagram—whichshe won’t let him see—and says, “Upstairs, last door on the right.”

Stiles follows her directions, and walks into the room toonly to find Derek already standing there, his own bags in hand.

“Guess we’re rooming together,” he says, glancing over.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Stiles says, shrugging. He doesn’treally mind. At least Derek is single, too. He’s about to say as much when herealizes Derek’s attention is held by something else. When he follows his gaze,he sees that Derek is staring at the bed.

The only bed.

There are no couches or chairs or really any other sleepingsurface in the room, besides the floor. And Stiles is not sleeping on the floor during his vacation. No way.

Derek is obviously drawing the same conclusions, because hesays, “Clearly the situation calls for us to share.”

“And we can deal with it maturely,” Stiles agrees. “We’readults.” Though he does feel a little prickle of concern at sharing a bed withDerek, who is both very attractive and far more approachable these days. Stilesmight have a little crush on him, but it’s no big deal. Everything will be fine.

He puts his luggage away, then heads back downstairs to findout the plan for the rest of the day. Knowing Lydia, there’s probably an itinerary,or something.

And he has so much fun playing and running around with thepack, he completely forgets about the bed situation. At least until it’sgetting late, and he finds Derek in their room, getting undressed.

“Please don’t sleep in your underwear, you’re making thisway weirder than in has to be,” Stiles blurts, and Derek pauses, already halfwayinto bed.

“You want me to sleep in my jeans?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

Stiles gets kind of caught up in how little Derek’sboxer-briefs leave to the imagination, so there’s a bit of a delay before hemanages to say, “You don’t have any pajamas?”

“Why would I have pajamas?” Derek says, smirking a little.“You should be grateful, I usually sleep nude.”

“Of course you do,” Stiles grumbles. He pointedly lays hisown sleep-pants and oversize shirt on the bed, and Derek rolls his eyes. “Ihave some sweatpants you could borrow?” he adds hopefully.

“I’m good,” Derek says smugly, settling in under the covers.

Stiles makes an annoyed huff, retreats to the bathroom tochange and brush his teeth.

When he’s back and settled into bed, Derek switches off thelamp, and Stiles blinks into the sudden darkness before letting his eyes close.He feels Derek shift a little before stilling, and Stiles lays quietly, willinghimself not to rustle around too much.

Did you go to the bathroom? his mind supplies suddenly. Well, it’dprobably be best to go, just in case. He eases out of bed, pads carefullyacross the room, and slips into the bathroom, closing the door carefully behindhim. When he’s done, he sneaks back to bed and slides under the covers.

He moves carefully, trying to find a comfortable positionwhile staying on his side of the bed, and does his best to relax. But he canfeel the time ticking by as he lays there, not sleeping, and after a long whileof quietly breathing and trying to lull himself into a dream, he sort of feelslike, well…

Better go again. He hateswaking up in the middle of the night with an overfull bladder. And Derekwill probably hate him too, for disturbing his sleep. So, he slowly inches his wayout of bed—

“How many times doyou get up at night to pee?” Derek grumbles. “You should probably see a doctorabout that.”

“There’s nothing wrong, I just have a nervous bladder,”Stiles hisses.

“We’re on vacation. What could you possibly be nervousabout?” Derek asks dryly.

“I’m nervous about being in a bed with you,” Stiles says defensively, then, realizing how that sounds,continues with, “Don’t take it personally, I’ve just never really shared a bedwith anyone.” Not anyone I foundattractive, he adds mentally.

Derek makes a sound that’s probably judgmental, then says,“Well, hurry up. I want to actually get some sleep tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Stiles says, slinking off to the bathroomagain.

Derek does seem to get a decent night’s sleep, but Stileshardly does. It’s too weird, trying to sleep next to someone else.

 *

 The next night, Stiles is determined to get some rest.

It’s just hard to get comfortable when half the bed isessentially off-limits. He’s used to being able to sprawl out, and move as muchas he wants, as often as he wants. But now—

“Would you please get comfortable and go the fuck to sleepalready?” Derek snaps.

“It should be obvious that I’m trying,” Stiles snaps back. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, but myshoulders are sore from climbing that tree—”

“And who’s idea was that?” Derek cuts in.

“Mine, but everybody seemed to have fun when I suggestedit,” Stiles says. There had even been a race to the top—Erica had won, butAllison had been right behind her. “Maybe I should just get up and do somestretches,” he ventures, and Derek groans dramatically.

Stiles doesn’t get up, but he does try to squirm into a morecomfortable position. He still can’t get to sleep, though it’s obvious Derek ishaving no trouble, because after a few moments he starts snoring. And Stiles knows it’s a good thing that Derek can fallasleep so easily—he’s pretty sure there have been a lot of times in Derek’slife where he didn’t feel safe enough, and hardly slept at all—but right nowhe’s not feeling too benevolent about it.

“Since when do you snore?” Stiles asks irritably.

He lays there, trying to let himself drift off, but Derek’ssnores are just loud enough to keep waking him up. Stiles is kind of tempted tokick him, but figures he’d hurt his own foot more than he’d hurt Derek. Still,Derek wasn’t snoring last night, so it must be happening now because of theposition he’s in.

“Snoring is bad for you,” Stiles mumbles. “So, I’m gonnahelp.”

He reaches across the bed until he finds Derek’s shoulder,and lightly prods it. Derek shifts a little, but it’s not enough. So, he wedgeshis other hand under Derek’s hip, and gradually pushes. He expects Derek tocome awake and accuse Stiles of trying to shove him out of bed, but he justmakes a snuffling sound and rolls over.

And mercifully, the snoring stops.

It still takes Stiles hours to fall asleep.

 *

 “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Stiles grouses as hewakes up cold again.

He’d finally gotten to sleep at a reasonable time, only tohave Derek steal all the covers not long afterward. This is the third time it’s happened tonight, and unlikethe other times, when Stiles goes to yank some of the blankets back, there’s nogive. Derek’s probably has his claws in them.

“Fine,” he says, probably louder than is polite. “You keepthem.”

He makes his way downstairs to the living room, grabs theblanket off the back of the couch, then makes his way back upstairs, mutteringall the while. He makes sure to cocoon it around himself, trying to limit the possibilityof Derek stealing it, too.

He wakes up in the morning feeling rather overheated, andrealizes Derek has piled every blanket in the house on top of him.

What an asshole.

 *

Stiles is restless and keyed-up, both from the sleepdeprivation and the impromptu pillow fight he, Scott and Isaac had right beforebedtime. And when he gets that way, he absolutely cannot stop talking, especiallyif he has to keep still.

“Stiles, it’s three in the morning,” Derek says dangerously.“Ask me again if pigeons have feelings, I dare you.”

“I mean, they’d have to, right? I’m sure they’re sad thatpeople have abandoned them and don’t want them as pets anymore,” Stiles saysheedlessly. “And I bet you could smell that! We should go to the park and feedpigeons together, and you can tell me how they’re feeling—”

He’s rudely interrupted by a hand covering his mouth. Stileskeeps on making noise, just to prove that he can.

“Stop talking,” Derek says, and Stiles most assuredly does not.

There’s a heavy sigh, and then Derek’s arm is coming aroundhim, dragging him across the bed until he’s on his side, back pressed against Derek’schest.

And it’s certainly nice,but— “If you think this is going to calm me down, I’ll tell you right now thatyou’re wrong,” Stiles says once his mouth is uncovered.

“Shhh,” Derek says, and then his hand is on Stiles’ arm,slowly stroking up and down. The pressure is firm enough not to tickle, butlighter than a massage, and it’s oddly soothing. It only becomes more so whenDerek starts to quietly rumble, a vibration that goes straight from his chestto Stiles’, and seems to calm something inside him.

Stiles would like to make a joke about cats and purring, buthis eyes are sliding closed, and he suddenly has no interest in keeping them open.

He doesn’t realize he’s fallen asleep until he wakes up thenext morning.

Derek’s already gone, but that’s not unusual. He likes toget up before everyone else so he can enjoy the peace and quiet.

Stiles stretches happily, feeling wonderfully well-rested.Derek has some kind of werewolf magic, he’s sure of it.

He’s totally ready to face canoeing or hiking or whatever’splanned for today.

 *

 When Stiles is tired of getting his butt kicked atconnect-four by Boyd, he heads upstairs. He’s a little worn out from all therowing this morning—the pond on the property hadn’t looked large, but it hadtaken ages to get across it—so he’sthinking he’ll maybe take a little nap.

But when he gets there, the bed is already occupied by Derek,who’s propped up on some pillows and reading a book. Emboldened by their sort-ofsnuggling last night, Stiles doesn’t hesitate to crawl right up next to him, restinghis chin on Derek’s chest.

“You going to put me to sleep again tonight?” he asks with agrin. “Because that was pretty awesome.”

To his surprise, Derek flushes and looks away. “I shouldn’thave done that,” he says quietly.

“Why? Is it some secret werewolf power you weren’t supposedto reveal?” Stiles can’t help teasing.

“No, it’s—something werewolves do for their mates. For someonethey’re romantically involved with,” Derek says softly, gaze finally returningto Stiles.

“Oh,” Stiles says. And then he considers: despite the rudecover-hogging and the snoring and the general grumpiness, he still likes Derek.A lot. “Well, what if we were?”

Derek just looks at him for a long moment, and Stileswonders if this isn’t going to go the way he’d hoped. Then Derek’s lips areagainst his, and he makes a surprised, pleased sound at the contact.

And he kisses Derek back.

 *

 He sleeps wonderfully that night, comfortingly held in Derek’sarms.

Turns out sharing a bed isn’t so bad after all. 

[helpingmehelpmyself]

Things I Used to Enjoy- March 29, 2021

Gosh, I have so many things going through my head. I miss the days I was able to daydream, read fanfiction, and watch television. I remember the day would go by and I would question where the time went. But it felt like self care to me then and I enjoyed it. Now it feels like a useless distraction that no longer serves its purpose. 

I want to enjoy the things I used to enjoy. I love fanfiction (particularly, Teen Wolf sterek fanfiction. I can also ship steter, starrish, and stackson. I believe they can all compliment Stiles well). I would squeel while reading and get excited every time I found a new fanfiction that fits my criteria. Sometimes I have good days in which I can read fanfiction and fall into the story.

I used to love daydreaming. My imagination is basically a fanfiction with ten or so fandoms running around with some cannon and non-cannon storylines. I liked falling asleep to my daydreams or staring at the wall while I daydreamed. I considered writing my daydreams down and turning them into a fanfiction for Ao3, but part of it feels personal. This is a world I have written and rewritten so many times since I was... 16, maybe? It’s easier to rewrite or follow through a storyline in my head than it is to write it down and focus on details that I never really focused on before. If your curious, my daydream fanfictions include the following fandoms: Teen Wolf, Scandal, Glee, Twilight, The Gentlemen, and Crazy Rich Asians. Occasionally, Beyonce’s Homecoming special and other things will make an appearance. I include most characters from these programs and create some OC’s in my head that have nothing to do with the other fandoms. Sometimes I’ll pluck someone from another place, like Carrie from Sex & The City but combine her with Isabel from Glee and mix up her storyline, or create a character with the appearance of a famous actor, like the original Mr. Fantastic actor.

I loved music. I could listen to music all day and enjoy myself. Sometimes it was the soundtrack to my imagination or I’d have some of my characters sing the songs I was listening to. I would listen to the same songs on repeat and create scenes with them and sometimes I’ll be able to add new music to the mix. If I wanted to listen to an album, I’d sit/lay down in my room and focus on nothing but the album. If there was an artist I liked and wanted to explore more of, I would go through their entire Spotify history and listen to every song at least once. I’d add it to my Liked Songs playlist because I am crap at creating playlists (minus the Boudoir playlist I made last year for my photoshoot, but that’s another story). Almost every song I have ever liked is on my Liked Songs. I think I have over a thousand songs on there, which is pretty decent. I kind of know where every song is located when it’s organized by Recently Added. Minus screamo, heavy metal, gangsta rap, underground music or electronic music, I listened to a little of everything. I loved Glee, Hamilton, Meg the Stalion, Kendrick Lamarr, the Civil Wars, early Taylor Swift, American Authors, Secondhand Serenade, G-Eazy, Mulatto, Into the Heights, Moana, Victorious, I could go on. Every song plays a part of my history and I love expanding it.

I can’t really do those things the same anymore and I wish I could. Writing fanfiction sounds like it could be a possibility for me because most of my life, I wanted to be a writer or be an editor. The fear of financial security made me switch to a business major and it didn’t make things any easier I find. I guess more approving nods from other adults about my choice in degree was a plus.

I can’t focus on my own daydreams anymore. It used to give me so much joy but it also reflected my emotions: horny, sad, in love, etc. The fact that I was able to create worlds that don’t exist to anyone but me made me happy. Sometimes when I wanted to be closer to God, I’d even deepen the relationship of some of my characters with God. 

Music doesn’t sound the same anymore. I can’t focus to the point of slipping into happiness often.

I did have a good day the day before yesterday. I decided that maybe listening to the song that always lifted my spirits in the past, whether they needed lifting or not, would help. My song is “Do You Believe in Magic” by Aly & AJ. I don’t know what it is about that song but when I first heard it on Disney Channel when I was little for the movie, Now You See It. Something about that song was and still is special. I was able to sing horribly to the song. I was watching Freaky Friday that day and remembered how much Ultimate by Lindsey Lohan rocked. I was able to listen to that song and daydream a totally new scenario for my mental fanfiction characters. There was so much happiness and positivity in the scene.

That same day, when night fell, I felt so sad I made myself sick and was gagging in the toilet. I convinced myself not to make myself throw up because I don’t want that to become a habit. I don’t want to mentally make myself sick and think that throwing up every time will fix me. I felt like shit for hours later, but I was glad that I didn’t throw up. I knew I was in a bad enough position that I needed company. 2/3 of my best friends and one of their boyfriends showed up at my place, late at night and stayed with me for hours. We’d talk about the issues that were plaguing my mind and about 2 of them moving into a new apartment together. 

I went back and forth from lying in the bathroom and lying in my bed. I don’t know why but whenever I was sick growing up, laying on the bathroom floor made me feel better. I know it is unsanitary and gross, but you get to a point that you don’t care. The bathroom has always felt safe for me. I still remember the first time I did it. My mom, brother, and I lived in an apartment about 20-30 minutes away from where we live now. I was getting ready for school one day and I guess I didn’t feel good. I laid down on the bathroom floor and that’s how my mom found me. She knew that this little 5 or 6 year old that never complained about school wasn’t faking anything. I think after that point, my mom became pretty trusting of me whenever I said I can’t go to school. Whether I was physically sick or needed a mental health day, she let it happen. I didn’t practice this often until I was junior high and high school, but it helped knowing my mom would let me take care of myself however I saw fit. I think she also didn’t want to have to keep taking off of work to pick me up from school.

The issues that brought me to tears were my boyfriend, the love of my life. I have only dated one boy before him. That was back in high school and I liked that I had a boyfriend more than I actually liked my boyfriend. We had been friends for years and were in speech and debate together. I asked him to my prom and, due to a misunderstanding, he never replied. When we realized the misunderstanding, he asked me to his prom (We went to two different schools) which was fun. It was at a country club, his parents had dinner catered to their house for us (very successful accountants) and we got some cute pictures from that night. I found myself bored with the relationship and knew ending it wouldn’t affect my quality of life within that moment. So I did. Now he is happily out as gay with his partner of 3 years and starting Harvard Law in the fall. I kind of like that fact and it made it easier to be friends with him on Facebook and Instagram again.

But back to my current boyfriend, the boy I didn’t think that I would fall for. To make our love story short (I’ll probably go into more in another post), we met on Tinder 2.5 years ago when the guy I was talking to/dating previously decided to go back to his toxic/abusive ex-girlfriend. I was talking to my soon-to-be boyfriend and another guy at the time and my boyfriend was the one that lasted. I remember that I would message every Tinder match with “Aye” because everyone wants the other person to start the conversation or else there won’t be a conversation. He responded with “I love your smile. It’s so positive” and that was my downward spiral. We’re pretty good at communication and we are a good match for each other. We both come from mostly different backgrounds, racially and socially. Sometimes there are things about me he’ll never understand, but making strong friends with people who weren’t racially the same as me kind of prepared me for that. 

Anyways, he wants to be a doctor of osteopathic medicine (still don’t know what that is) and go to med school for it a year after our undergrad. I don’t plan on starting grad school right now because I am not fully sure what I want to do with my career just yet. I’m not going to put myself in more debt or spend more time in school without a reason. Anyways, not many medical schools in our state offer the certification he’d need so he’s even looking at schools out of state. I have always wanted to go with him and support him through it while I start my career, but as that time draws closer, I find myself unsure of myself.

I need a lot of attention and am very sociable. I know when he goes to med school, he won’t be able to give me as much attention and he can’t really be faulted for that. It probably won’t get any easier once he does his residency and beyond. Despite being sociable, I have created a support network of my family and friends (we’ve been together for like 10 years). It’s to a point that I can socialize with other people with the idea that they are going to be acquaintances or somewhat distant friends. I usually know what kind of friend I want people to be before or during meeting them. But my dependency on my support network is so... strong that it kind of messed up a very big job opportunity for me a few years ago. I am afraid of having to make new connections again once we move away. Regardless if he choses a school in our state or not, we’d have to move. I don’t want him to be my only social connection, but am also afraid of making new ones. 

I made a list of all the things that scared me with possible solutions in which moving away with him was on it. I wrote that I would try to connect with coworkers (I can’t imagine and kind of don’t want to be best friends with a coworker. You never know when play ends and work begins) and neighbors. I don’t even talk to my neighbors now. I thought I could bake my famous browned butter salted chocolate chip cookies and share them with people, hoping that it would be the start of something. I’ve picked up random conversations with random people before so hopefully I can still do that (I stopped the whole “don’t talk to strangers” thing when I was like 19). 

These solutions made sense to me and I hoped that by writing it down, I could move on with my life. That wasn’t the case. I became so focused on would by current boyfriend be able to meet my needs in the future and whether I’d be strong enough to let him go if it was impossible. I found myself loving him more than I loved myself and make decisions on bettering myself for him. Covid Vaccine? For him. Finding a good job? For him. I don’t want to love someone else more than I love myself. I don’t want these decisions to be based on another person. I want to chose what is right for me for me and not someone else.  

I wasn’t this way before my boyfriend. I actually avoided being in a relationship for a few years because I didn’t think I’d enter one for the right reason. Usually, I put myself and my happiness first. When I decided I was ready to care for another person, my boyfriend wasn’t the first guy I chose. I didn’t know he’d become the love of my life. I didn’t know that we’d want the same exact thing from our relationship and have active, open communication about or wants and needs from the other person. I craved his attention, always wanted to be around him, and didn’t even stop talking about him our first year together. I am better now, but he still finds way into my conversations because he’s what makes me happy. 

I’m not upset that I love him. I wouldn’t take that back. I just wish that I was enough for myself again in which I could make decisions for me and stand by them. I want to create the life I want and I want him a part of it. But if that’s not God’s Plan, can I let go of him? In all honesty, I’d rather be miserable with him with occasional happiness than miserable without him. Maybe that’s too strong of a statement so don’t take that at full face value.

I want to be able to figure this out while we are still together, but mentally I keep thinking I have a time frame to “fix myself”. At the same time, I know I don’t because I know mental health doesn’t work that way. I have the ability to take the time I need to take care of myself again which I am grateful for. It’s like having an adult and child in my mind. The child is crying all of my fears and anxieties while the adult is trying to calm them down with reasoning. I am thankful that I am at least this aware of my mental state. I can understand when something is anxiety or depression, name it, and although I am stuck with it, I try not to fall too deep in it.  

I still have hope things will get better and I won’t always feel this way. Hope and faith is all I have some days and that’s okay. I am one day closer to being the me I want to be.

[nightlight9]

Sterek Week Day Five: Lyrics and Quotes

This was written based on the song Someone to You by Banners. It's a great song, very Sterek. Enjoy.

Lyrics:And if the sun's upset and the sky goes cold, then if the clouds get heavy and start to fall, I really need somebody to call my own, I wanna be somebody to somoene, someone to you.

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“Are we going to talk about this,” Scott asks as he comes out his bedroom and sees Stiles laying upside down on the couch, throwing Cheetos in the air and trying to catch them with his mouth.

The answer should be no, because Stiles doesn’t really want to talk about how these are his only plans on a Saturday night. But something about Scott’s expression makes him think that he’s not going to take no for an answer.

“I thought you had a date with Allison,” he says instead of responding, blinking up at Scott and trying to look innocent.

It makes Scott roll his eyes. “I’m going to call and let her know that you’re having a breakdown I need to take care of first. Then we’re going to talk about this.” He’s already walking in the direction of his bedroom to make the call, though he pauses long enough to yell back, “And sit up right on the couch, Stiles. I’m serious about this.”

With a sigh, Stiles rolls over. When he sees the number of bright orange snacks that litter the living room floor, he thinks that Scott might actually have a point. But that doesn’t mean it’s a conversation he wants to have.

He cleans up while he waits for Scott to return, hoping that returning their living room to it’s original tidy state will make it look like he has his life together. It seems to help, because Scott perks up when he sees all the Cheetos have been thrown away.

“Was Ally upset?” Stiles asks as he finishes pouring himself some tea (because nothing says ‘I’m a responsible adult’ more than a mug of earl grey).

Scott blinks at him in confusion for a moment before his expression clears. “Oh! No, she was totally fine with it. She knows how you can be sometimes.”

Stiles lets the subtle insult roll off of his back, instead concentrating on carefully folding himself into his favorite chair while avoiding spilling his tea (because nothing says ‘I’m actually a mess pretending to have it together’ more than spilling a whole mug of tea on the carpet).

Scott sets on the couch across from him, leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, watching Stiles closely.

Ignoring how dedicated Scott is to staring at him, Stiles sips at his tea and asks, “So, what’s up? How are things? It seems like we haven’t had much time to talk, what with work and everything.”

Scott doesn’t take the bait. “Why were you moping?”

Stiles blows a raspberry. “Psh, I wasn’t moping. I’m a grown man, Scott. We don’t mope.” Maybe he’s overdoing it, but it’s not like Scott believe him anyway. After another intense round of staring, Stiles sighs. “It’s just the usual stuff, okay.”

“You’re lonely,” Scott clarifies, finally relaxing back. Stiles nods, because it’s the biggest truth in his life. He is lonely, and as much as he likes to pretend he’s fine being alone, the hollow pit in his chest seems to grow every weekend he ends up alone.

Trying one last time to get out of this conversation, Stiles tells his best friend, “See, you have nothing to worry about. This is normal for me. You know, come tomorrow, everything will be back to normal. You should just go out on your date and stop worry about it.”

Scott ignores him, because of course he does. “You should go out tonight.”

Stiles just stares at him. “Seriously? You know I don’t want something casual. I don’t want to go to some bar and find someone to bring home for the night, hoping it will make me feel better. We both know it never does.”

“I didn’t say that you needed to pick someone up. I just said that you should go out. Staying in the apartment every weekend isn’t healthy.” Stiles sips his tea and ignores him. “Maybe you should try one of those dating apps,” Scott suggests after Stiles lets the silence linger.

He snorts. “Dude, that's a bad idea and you know it. Remember freshman year of college, when we both signed up for one because we thought it would be a good way to meet new people.” Scott grimaces. That was an unfortunate time for everyone involved, and a dark point in their friendship.

“Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t do that. But there are other options. I know that Lydia has been trying to set you up with one of her friends for a few weeks, and you keep telling her no. Maybe you should let her find you someone.”

Stiles tilts his head back against the chair, hoping it looks like he’s considering it bee though he really isn’t. Because he knows how pointless it is, meeting new people and going on dates with them. Scott should know that too honestly, but he’s full of hopeless optimism.

“Or,” Scott says after a moment. “You could finally stop pretending you don’t know what you want and let yourself be happy for once.”

Stiles snaps his head up to glare at him. “You know what I want, Scotty. I want to matter to someone. I want to the person that someone goes to when they want to have a good time but also the person that they go to when they’re upset. I want to be somebody’s someone, Scott, somebody’s Allison, or somebody’s Lydia, or somebody’s Boyd.” Scott doesn’t comment on how weird it is that Stiles is using all of their friends as examples, maybe because he understands where Stiles is coming from (seriously, all of their friends are in happy and healthy and stable relationships), or maybe because he’s used to Stiles’ particular brand of weird. “I just want to matter, okay.”

He expects Scott to go on a rant about how he does matter, how important he is to everyone even if he doesn’t think it’s true. Instead, he says, “You just want to matter to Derek.”

There it is, the truth that they’ve both known for a while that they’ve never talked about.

Stiles deflates. Maybe he could deny it, but what would be the point. He’s been head over heels in love with Derek for years. Trying to date other people to get over the alpha werewolf doesn’t change the fact the only person Stiles wants to be with is Derek. All he can say in response is, “Yeah.”

For some reason, that makes Scott beam. “Dude, you should tell him!”

Stiles has always known that his friend is nuts, but this is the limit. “That is the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

Rising from his spot on the couch, Scott moves around their table and settles himself on the arm of Stiles’ chair. “I promise you it’s actually a great idea!”

Stiles shoves at him until he moves. “No, dude, it’s actually not. It’s terrible. First of all, Derek and I are friends now, and I don’t want to jeopardize that. Second of all, when he found out he would have to find a way to nicely let me down, because Derek is actually a really caring guy when you get past his walls. Pack meetings would get awkward. He would feel uncomfortable around me, the others would pity me, and I would have to leave the pack so that everything could go back to normal for everyone else!”

Scott blinks at him in surprise. “Wow, you’ve really thought about everything that could go wrong, haven’t-.”

“Not to mention,” he barrels on, gathering steam, “I wouldn't even know how to start that conversation. I can’t just go up to the guy and tell him that I want to spend the rest of my life trying my damnedest to make him happy, that I would find a way to literally make the moon shine just for him if that was what he wanted, that I would gladly follow him anywhere if he asked me to. I can’t-. Scott, those are not things that you can say to one of your bros.”

After Stiles trails off, there is a long moment where they just stare at each other, eyes wide as Stiles regains control of his breathing.

“Wow. You, uh-. This is the real deal then.”

Stiles groans and buries his head in his arms. “You have no idea. Derek is my person, Scott. And he probably always will be.” He sniffles a little, trying not to think about how pathetic that sounds. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, you have a date to get to, and I need to drink this tea before it goes cold.”

“Stiles-.”

“Nope, Scott. This conversation is over, alright. Now you know, and now you can leave me alone. Please.”

“But, you should probably know that-.”

“Stiles.” Every muscle in his body locks at the sound of his name being spoken, not by Scott, but by someone who he has spent countless hours trying to memorize.

Instead of looking toward the hallway where the voice came from, Stiles looks at Scot standing before him. The sting of betrayal burns in his chest, and he clambers to his feet so they're standing at the same level. “Please tell me you didn't plan this,” he hisses, breath coming out in fast gulps.

Scott does his impression of a kicked puppy. “Stiles, I just want you to be happy man, that’s all. I thought that, since you wouldn’t tell Derek how you felt-.”

“You would just bring him over and let him creep in on our private conversations.” He’s never wanted to strangle Scott, but now it’s all he can think about.

“I just thought-.”

“Obviously you didn’t,” he explodes, flailing his arms out and knocking over his tea. He can’t even be bothered with it right now. “You must not have been thinking at all, otherwise you wouldn’t have-.”

“Stiles.” Derek says his name in the softest way, and he stops Stiles’ rant in it’s tracks. Even burning with embarrassment Stiles can’t ignore him.

He moves farther into the room, expression closed off enough that Stiles can’t guess what he’s thinking. And that’s terrifying, because he likes to consider himself fluent in Derek’s eyebrows, so not being able to read them is awful.

Scott looks between them then retreats into his bedroom without saying anything else, which Stiles thinks is fine. He’ll worry about killing him later. Right now he has to deal with whatever rejection Derek is ready to give him.

“Hey, Derek.” His voice shakes. “How can I help you, buddy?”

There is no response, not in words anyway. Stepping close enough that Stiles can feel his body heat, Derek raises one hand and tucks it against Stiles’ throat. Then he smiles, and Stiles forgets how to breathe for a moment. “W-what?”

“Stiles, if you spent a little less time worrying about everything that could potentially happen, and payed a little more attention to what was actually going on, then you would have realized that you’ve been my person this whole time.”

Before he fully understands what Derek’s said, Stiles starts talking. “Hey, I’ll have you know that I have saved everybody's lives because I was over prepared for catastrophe. And also-.” Then it hits him, and all he can do is stare. “What?”

Since everything has calmed down in Beacon Hills, Derek has opened up a lot and has done a lot of healing. Now he has no problem joking with the pack, tipping his head with laughter. The way he laughs now though is soft and intimate, just for Stiles.

“Stiles, it’s always been you, from the beginning. Do you think that I would let just anyone talk to me the way that you do? All of the betas know, and they have for a long time.” He leans closer, nudging his nose against Stiles’ in a gesture so full of affection it nearly makes Stiles choke.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything.” His voice shakes. He can’t help it.

Derek ducks his head, places a kiss against Stiles’ pulse point, then pulls back to meet his gaze. “I’m your alpha.” It’s enough to make Stiels understand, but Derek continue talking anyway. “I didn’t want to make an advance toward you in case you thought you had to say yes because of my position in the pack. I had to wait to see if you were interested before I even considered approaching you.”

He makes a disbelieving noise. “You’re a werewolf. You should have known that I was interested.”

Impossibly, the statement makes Derek blush. “Lust and attraction are different from affection. The very first time I saw you in the preserve, you stank of teenage lust. But it didn’t mean anything. And with you, Stiles, I had to be sure it was more than just some fantasy come to life. But you never gave any indication that you felt anything more than friendship for me. The betas said that you did, even Boyd approached me about it, but I wasn’t going to ever make you feel pressured to be with me.”

It’s sweet that Derek was concerned enough to put Stiles first, but also so stupid because they were thinking the same thing. “I didn’t want you to feel obligated to be with me either,” Stiles admits, reaching out to take Derek’s free hand. “I mean, I gues you heard what I told Scott.”

Derek huffs a laugh. “Right, all your worse case scenarios.”

“Yeah. I didn't want to pressure you into anything you didn’t want, so I stayed quiet about how I felt.”

Something in Derek’s eyes darkens, giving Stiles shivers. “I want,” he breathes. “Trust me. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

Before the sentence, ‘Ditto, buddy,’ can come out of his mouth, Stiles lurches forward and allows their first kiss to carry every emotion he’s had for the werewolf: annoyance, jealousy, lust, friendship, fondness, love. Derek meets the kiss with the same level of desperation, tracing Stiles’ lips with his tongue until Stiles gasps at the feeling, allowing him to twine their tongues together.

It's overwhelming and unbelievable. When Derek finally breaks the kiss, Stiles realizes that he’s dizzy from it, dizzy from finally have Derek in his arms. So much adrenaline is pushing through his body, and he’s thankful when Derek hoists him up in his arms before depositing him on the couch and covering him with his body. It’s a much more comfortable position, one that allows Stiles to wrap his legs around Derek’s waist and arch up and-.

“Guys!” Scott sounds horrified. “Gods, not on the couch! You have a perfectly good bedroom right there!”

Derek bites down on Stiles collarbone, wrenching a moan from Stiles chest, and Scott screams.

“At least wait until I leave the apartment!”

It takes no time at all for Scott to rush past them to the door, fumbling with his keys and phone. The absurdity of the interruption makes Stiles pull back with a laugh.

“I think we scared him for life,” he says between breaths, watching as Derek grins up at him and cocks an eyebrow.

“I’m not sorry about it,” he says before ducking his head again to nip at the tendons in Stiles’ neck.

Burying his hands in Derek’s hair, Stiles breathes out an amused sigh. Honestly, neither is he. And as Derek rolls his hips in a fluid movement, that’s the last time Stiles thinks about Scott for a very long time.

[takaraphoenix]

My Relationship with Teen Wolf

“It’s complicated” doesn’t even begin to cover it.

I discovered the show when it was roughly a three months wait until season 3 would start.

I binge-watched all there was - the first two seasons. And then I, right away, watched it again because it was that good. And then I literally watched it for a third time in a row.

I just completely fell in love with it. Sterek fast became my OTP, I loved the fandom because it was a warm, beautiful place filled with the most amazing headcanons.

I even liked the canon straight couples. Jackson and Lydia were just so beautifully perfect. And Scott and Allison were probably the best example of “soulmates” - because literally nothing else would ever justify the shit they went through for each other.

Even the smaller roles like Danny and the Sheriff and the Coach were just so cool.

I loved it. I loved everything about it. And I was so ready for season 3.

I mean, Derek had Boyd, Erica and Isaac now. Jackson was now finally a wolf and could join the pack. The pack was growning.

Everything went downhill starting with season 3. Now, season 3 in itself wasn’t bad, but it was definitely the start of “bad”.

Writing Jackson, Erica and Boyd out just like that was displeasing at first - it became a bigger issue the more the show went on.

What is the key-element of why season 3 started to be bad however is the True Alpha crap they came up with.

Part of what I enjoyed about the show was the fact that Scott was just this average teen wolf, a little bumbling and awkward but with a good heart. He didn’t have to be the leader. I expect an Alpha to be a leader, a fatherly figure, someone older. Not an awkward newbie wolf who literally learned how to control his wolfiness from a human boy.

That they had to force not just “Scott is main character. Scott needs to be Alpha”, but also “Oh shit, we made it so you gotta kill to become Alpha but Scott is main character, so Scott can’t kill. Hurry up, writers, invent a creative way for him to still become Alpha”.

It’s a load of horse-crap is what it is.

The show would have worked so much better if they had cut that crap. Kept Derek around - as the Alpha - and allowed Scott to slowly learn what it even means to be a werewolf and to then, through character development, become Derek’s second-in-command.

Now. They wrote all those characters out of the show, but they started establishing the twins as potential new pack-mates. And okay. They slowly started to become... interesting characters, the more we learned about them.

And then they were written out of the show too. And that was when it became a real problem with this show.

They want a pack. But they keep writing any character who has the potential of becoming pack out ASAP.

The whole... Isaac/Allison romance, I am still wondering where they pulled that from. Like? She literally tried to kill you an literally all your friends before and she’s basically the big love of your new Alpha? What is wrong with you, Isaac? Do you need therapy? Oh, right, you do. Yeah.

Setting it up that Danny knew all along what was going on just to write him out too.

Killing off Allison. Writing Isaac out of the show.

Basically. We had the “Alpha”, his human best friend, a banshee, a kitsune and a coyote. In a fucking show called Teen Wolf. I mean. Yeah, they kept true to the name and stuck with only ONE Teen Wolf. Because who wants to see an actual pack in a show about werewolves? Oh. Right. Everyone.

Season 4 was just bad. It was lame, it was weird and it had zero pay-off when Peter was suddenly the bad guy again. I had been a hundred percent sure that Gerard was behind this and that this was the reason they kept him alive.

Gerard, other reason for why it became bad. How did no one make sure to kill him? And then, when it’s revealed that he’s alive and basically dying slowly which is cruel, no one finishes him off either. You can not argue the “The good guys don’t kill” thing because keeping him alive while he is slowly dying from the black goo is so much worse than just a mercy-kill. And if you’re setting your good guys up to be cruel assholes who torture their enemies like that... you don’t get to play the “He has True Alpha potential because he’s such a goodie-two-shoes” card. And I am terrified to see what he does in season 6.

Kira was a cool addition, mainly. She... didn’t really get much personality development beyond the point of Scott’s New Love-Interest, but the mere concept of her was cool.

I dislike Malia and will always hate how they shoehorned her in. “Hey, look! Another living Hale! And it’s Peter’s daughter! Wow!”. That she spent basically a decade in the forest as a wild animal but they just pretend that it’s possible to re-introduce her not just into society but high school - whereas she is completely lacking all middle school and half of elementary school education, honestly, can she even read and write? Because she shouldn’t be able to. Even if she learned that ten years ago, she’d have forgotten simply by growing up as a wild animal in the forest. Granted, her behavior is at the very least well-written and animalistic, but that just makes me question the weirdness of Stiles going “Oh, she’s basically a wild animal. Let’s start dating”. Right. Away. If they had taken the time to, you know, re-introduce her to society properly and learn things and her and Stiles falling for each other along the way, okay sure. But this “We just met. Let’s have sex in the basement of the asylum” thing was so weird and so forced.

Season 5 might just be one of the - if not THE - worst thing I’ve ever witnessed on television. If something has that crappy level of quality, I normally turn it off and stop watching.

But the masochistic part of me kept whispering how much I loved season 1 and 2 and that 3 wasn’t so bad and, sure, since season 3 it’s been declining, but they did so well in the first two seasons, maybe they’ll turn it around again.

They did not turn it around.

Season 5 was just... really, really, really awful.

The over-loaded plotlines that kept getting entangled.

The fucking awful new characters. Like. Liam was always and will always be only Scott 2.0, a very, very cheap rip-off of their own main character - and who even does that? But in season 5, he was just awful. That he threw his temper-tantrums and turned his back on Scott and was just generally a pain in the ass.

Allison 2.0 was even worse though. I legit do not bother remembering the name of Liam’s girlfriend, because she is so flat and... unlikeable. Her only reason for being in this was to create the tension between Scott and Liam.

And Liam’s best friend made them feel like “Oh boy, we cut out the jock and his lovable gay best friend. Let’s replace Jackson and Danny with those two!”. Honestly, they really gave up trying to come up with individual, interesting characters.

And casting showed that too. At least Liam’s best friend is black. But literally everyone else they cast after season 3 was two things - white and brunette. This show started out with such an individual, diverse cast - black male Boyd, blonde female Erica, blonde male Isaac, redheaded female Lydia, polynesian male Danny. And now they basically just cast dark-haired whites and the guys even all look the same. This Theo-guy and that... other... wolf... guy... thing... I honestly don’t remember but the guy who had something with Liam’s best friend, they basically looked the same to me.

The decline in character development and design, as well as the decline in story-telling was only topped off by the dreadfulness.

This show used to be bright. And funny.

As in: It took place during the day too. There used to be colors. In season 5, in many episodes, I could barely tell what was going on because it mainly took place during the night and in total darkness.

And I didn’t laugh once in season 5. Absolutely nothing was funny. It didn’t help that comic relief guy Stiles got kicked in the balls by the writers when they decided they also needed tension between Scott and Stiles.

No, fuck you, you don’t.

The friendship between Scott and Stiles has been the backbone of this show since the very first scene of the first episode. And now you decide that Scott should be stupid, shallow and trustful enough to trust Theo instead of Stiles? Really? That... That’s so OoC. Those are your characters, don’t write them OoC.

The fact that Derek and Peter too became characters who just... disappeared for long periods of time was just ridiculous too. It’s like this show is deliberately trying to sabotage itself and to remove good characters.

Lydia, Stiles and Scott are essentially the only characters left from the... bigger ones. Derek, Peter, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, Jackson, Allison, Aiden, Ethan, Kira, Danny.

Instead we get to keep Malia around who, sure, ist still the best of those new additions. Liam. Liam’s girlfriend. Liam’s best friend. Fucking Theo gets to stay?

And Parrish, who... honestly just gives me the creeps because the dude is old enough to have been to war and to now work at a police station as a deputy, which I really hope for the sake of the safety of the people does require some years of training before you get handed a gun and a badge too, but thinks it’s in any way or shape appropriate to date a high school student? Like, sure, it may be legal but that doesn’t mean you have to do that. Especially not if you’re a police deputy. And I don’t care if that sounds like a hypocrite thing to say because I ship Sterek and that might be the same age-difference. I ship Sterek in fanfiction and fanarts. If fans go ahead and ship Lydia and Parrish sure, cool. Everything goes in the fandom. Not everything should go in canon, because there should be some kind of... moral... behind decisions made. Do not romantize adults dating teens.

So. Yeah.

If they hadn’t announced that season 6 is the final season, I would have turned my back after how bad season 5 was. But... cue in the voice in my head that’s still whispering how much I loved season 1 and 2. And this is the grand finale. It’ll be over after this. Just 20 more episodes, I can watch that. And then it’ll be finally over and they can’t ruin it any more.

The grand finale airs in four days. So I’ll be rewatching the first five seasons now and then I will start watching the final season. I’m terrified of it.

And am I the only one who felt like many decisions made were just made to snuff out Sterek? I mean. Stiles who didn’t have any romantic plotline before, all of a sudden having sex with basically a random stranger in a basement and Derek literally fucking the enemy while he’s half-bleeding to death, but let’s just hurry up and make sure they have female love interests...?

[shealwaysreads]

Sterek Fic Recs: The Future Fic Edition

Homing Mechanisms by @sterekationstation

“Magnetoreception: The sense which allows an organism to detect a magnetic field to perceive direction, altitude or location. How birds find their way home.

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Stiles returns to Beacon Hills after four years at Stanford, only to find out that Derek has moved back into town. He brings him a housewarming gift. Derek makes food. Things escalate from there.”

Derek Hale and happiness - the ultimate kink - a sentiment shared by Stiles in this fic. It’s just perfectly done - both of our fave boys back in Beacon Hills and finally, finally able to settle and be happy. Favourite line including ‘Stiles’ brain bluescreens for a second when he sees how dark Derek’s eyes are.”

The House That Built Us by @cleverlittlekitt

“"I like open concept,“ Stiles says, and Derek wonders briefly if he is simply thinking out loud. "And lots of seating. Like, maybe a big, cushy sectional. A couple of recliners. Lots of room to lounge.”

Derek nods, mostly out of habit. He’s become accustomed to hearing Stiles without really listening to him.”

Derek builds a house, Stiles doesn’t understand, until he does. This is so sweetly done, Derek is so lovely, and the final scenes in the house with dinner and the tour are perfect.

How It’s Meant To Be by tangentialives

“"Hey,“ Stiles says, breaking the silence as he leans against the side of the Jeep, which has miraculously somehow survived everything.

"Hey,” Derek replies, a ready smirk curling the edge of his mouth. He’s always ready to smile when Stiles is around: it just seems to happen that way.

Again, Stiles says, “Hey.” Derek waits expectantly, and Stiles pushes off the Jeep, shoving his hands into his pockets and ambling towards Derek like he’s got all the time in the world. “Do you want to get something to eat?” he asks, the quiet confidence that Derek will say yes making the timbre of his voice a little lower than usual.”

This is short, but sweet, and totally lovely. Just what we want to happen to these two - naturally falling into one another.

Believer and a Homecoming by lsdme

“I’m serious Derek,” Stiles whispers. “Come home.”

Okay so “gratuitous beards” and “explicit peace” are both tags on this work which I feel negate any need for me to wax lyrical about it. BUT IM GONNA ANYWAY. This whole fic is just. Ugh. It’s just so satisfying and achingly sweet, and Stiles has no idea until he does. And Derek is so hopeful and open and so surprised that he is loved and I could cry at how much he deserves this ending.

Testing the Waters by @coyotequeens

“Prompt fill: “I would LOVE a future!fic where Stiles randomly bumps into Derek, maybe in nyc. He’s in college now or maybe even post college, and this is their first time interacting since Derek left Beacon Hills. Stiles is obviously SMOKING HOT now and Derek finally got his shit together and is a successful 30 something.”

This is awesome - Derek is settled and content and he has friends and a job and he’s happy okay? And then Stiles shows up and it’s even better. In such a short fic with no ‘plot’ grimm just writes such a believable experience and it feels like the start of the future.

How To Be a Normal Person by drunktuesdays

“Instead he sits for a moment, looking at the empty search box, fingers on the home row the way his mother taught him. He thinks about that, and about the hole in the wall he’d lived with for so long, and the way Isaac had grinned at him last night when he’d finally gotten around to plugging the refrigerator in.

He finds himself typing in, “how to be a normal person.””

This is just brilliant. Hilarious and tragic and heartfelt all at once, I love this Derek who doesn’t have his shit together, I love his growth. I love Trixie more than possibly anything in the world. And Stiles totally loves Derek. So, you know, it’s all good.

Inexorable by @notthequiettype

“Derek might never admit what he wants from Stiles, what he’s wanted for so long, but Stiles is okay with that most days. It’s been years of this low thrumming, pulsing want between them and Stiles thinks of it like a living thing, warm and familiar and constant.”

I just really like the way this plays out - Derek’s restraint (for so many reasons) and Stiles actually being content with how things are, but still needing to mention it, to push. Because he’s Stiles and because he knows that he and Derek deserve more. So lovely.

Sunshine (Walking On) by JenNova

“Derek Hale has a good day. (There is ice cream.)”

All of this is good. The whole fic is just filled with such warmth and gentleness and love it’s just a delight to read. Derek Hale is happy here, so so happy. You will be smiling the whole way through.

Kiss Me On This Cold December Night by @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal 

“The hairs on the back of Stiles’ neck tingle, and he swallows hard against the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at him. He’s tempted to just ignore it, but after a few seconds, his curiosity wins out and he looks up from his phone instead. He doesn’t notice anything right away, flicking his gaze along the people on the other side of the intersection until he suddenly stops and backtracks. It’s a little hard to see, what with the thick drizzle and the cars whizzing between them, but he would recognize that glorious bearded face anywhere, even after six years. Holy shit.”

Well. This is so damn good okay? We’ve got grown up Stiles with his own career, and Derek who is an architect and has had therapy and is happy and safe and well adjusted. AND THIS IS THEIR MOMENT. Cue Stiles getting all hot and bothered by Derek successfully adulting , and Derek being blown away by Stiles’ everything. And there’s Christmas. So you know I’m in love with this fic.

A Work In Progress by @alittledizzy 

“Stiles and Derek - they take their time, but they’re getting there. And that’s okay with them.”

In which Derek waited, Stiles grew up, they both healed, and their potential unfurls. This is a really lovely fic.

I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes by @bleep0bleep 

“It’s now, watching the fading rays of the afternoon sun on the longest day of the summer, that it becomes more and more apparent that Stiles needs a car. Stiles gets a text message from an unexpected someone. And a gift.”

This is such a great little fic - you get so much story in such a short space and the miles of unspoken words between Stiles and Derek are so present. It’s pre-slash and its so tantalising and hopeful - just awesome.

[always-the-little-spoon]

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 21: U - Useless

Stiles completely lost his shit on a Wednesday. It was a week after he had been released from the hospital, and at first, he’d loved the sudden increase in attention, and had been shameless in taking advantage of Derek and his dad’s sudden need to dote on him. It had been fun to watch Derek scurry around the apartment at a mere suggestion or a quiet sigh. Even his dad had begun to willingly make healthy meal suggestions and choices to lessen Stiles’ apparent stress.

Relegated to cherished invalid, Stiles was waited on, hand and foot, twenty-four seven by his boyfriend and his dad, which included a myriad of increasingly ridiculous tasks from being carried from bed to couch to kitchen, cuddled by his favourite living, breathing, fluffy wolf-pillow, and sponge-bathed daily since his nearly full leg cast couldn’t go in the shower.

His dad had only tried to help sponge him down once, and that had been enough. Apparently, it had been more than his dad ever wanted to see of his adult son, and Derek had happily, almost eagerly, taken over the duties. Not that Stiles could deny his boyfriend the honour of sponging his naked body because the end results usually lead to a little more clean up.

But then, the had guilt set in.

Every pained whimper etched another crease into his dad’s already worried brow and sent Derek’s protective instincts into overdrive with his need to take care of Stiles. Derek and his dad did everything for him. Stiles wasn’t used to sitting back and doing nothing because he liked to be in on the action and throw himself into the fray. Relax hadn’t been a part of his vocabulary for a long time. Beacon Hills saw to that.

Moving to New York to attend Columbia had been a huge lift on the pressure and stress, a break in the nightmare of fighting for his life every single day, but he had thrown himself into his work, both school and job, to fill the sudden emptiness. No time to slow down. He planned to graduate with honours. But then, a little girl had chased a balloon into a busy street, and it hadn’t even been a choice for Stiles.

Stiles had woken up in the hospital almost a day later with a terrified Derek and his worried dad, who had flown across the country, at his bedside.

It was a little after two in the afternoon, and Stiles was lying in bed in a pair of boxers, and nothing else. It was difficult to fit pants over his caste, and shirts were a little too warm in the unseasonably warm weather they’d been having. His cast was elevated on a short stack of pillows, and another pile propped him up against the headboard.

A large black wolf was curled up beside Stiles on the bed. For whatever wolfy reason, scent possibly, Derek’s nose was tucked into Stiles’ armpit, and the occasional puff of hot air tickled.

Stiles pet Derek’s soft fur, running his fingers through the dark strands and played with the pointed ears absentmindedly while he read aloud from the latest novel in the series they were reading. His voice calmed Derek. It was something he learned a few months after he and Derek moved to New York. They hadn’t been dating yet, just friends. Inordinately close friends, but friends nonetheless.

Derek had woken up from a nightmare, a strangled roar echoing through their apartment. Stiles had been cautious in climbing the stairs to the little loft bedroom Derek had claimed, the same one his dad was staying in now, to find torn sheets and a partially shifted and trembling Derek gasping for air. He hadn’t recognized Stiles at first, bright blue eyes glowing in the dark. Stiles had crept across the floor, hands out in front of his body until his hand made gentle contact with Derek’s shoulder, and he had suddenly found himself pinned to the mattress with Derek growling down at him. Derek’s nostrils had flared, and then his nose had been buried in the juncture of his neck and shoulder, deeply inhaling his scent.

For a long while, Stiles hadn’t done anything beyond what he was doing now, eventually finding a book and reading aloud to Derek until the werewolf breathed easy.

A muffled cheer from the television drifted into their bedroom from the living room where Stiles’ dad was watching the game. Which game, Stiles wasn’t sure. He’d never paid much attention to sports outside of his high school lacrosse team or occasionally watching Derek play with a few of the neighbourhood guys down at the courts a few blocks from their apartment.

Stiles’ stomach rumbled quietly, and Stiles whined as he rubbed his belly. He realized too late his mistake. Derek had already shifted back on the bed beside him, completely naked.

“What? What is it? Are you in pain?” Derek asked quickly. He placed a hand on Stiles’ forearm and frowned when there was no pain, beyond a little trickle of the ever present dull ache, to drain.

“No,” Stiles said with a dismissive wave of his hand. He refused to be hopped up on painkillers, and had only been taking half doses.“No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Stiles?” Derek’s nostrils flared as he scented the air.

“It’s nothing,” Stiles insisted, but his stomach gave another twinge of hunger, and his heartbeat no doubt betrayed him because Derek narrowed his eyes.

“Stop lying,” Derek snapped. He rearranged and plumped Stiles’ pillows. “Are you uncomfortable? Do you need another pillow? Did you want to move? I can carry you to the couch?”

Stiles sighed, and Derek’s expression fell.

“Do... do you want me to leave?” Derek asked. His voice cracked.

“No!” Stiles cried. He sat up abruptly, sending a stab of sharp pain through his abdomen, and he clutched the bandage that bound his cracked ribs. “Ow, shit. ”

Bright blue glowing eyes stared down at Stiles as Derek eased him back down onto the bed. A low growl rumbled in the werewolf’s chest.

“God, Der,” Stiles grunted. “Fuck, calm down. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine!”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “It’s just my stomach,” he said, but even as the words came out of his mouth, he could already see Derek’s eyes widening in panic. “I hungry, that’s all,” he added quickly.

Teasing Derek wasn’t fun anymore. Sending his boyfriend on errands or running for a glass of water had been amusing at first, but now, Stiles deserved to have his head slammed into a steering wheel again. Derek’s hands were clenched tight at his sides, his brow deeply furrowed, and his jaw tight. Stiles’ big bad beta boyfriend was seconds from an alpha sized meltdown in the middle of their bedroom.

“I’ll make you a snack,” Derek said, already making a hasty retreat. And who was Stiles to argue?

With one of his legs in a cast, an arm in a sling, cracked ribs and collarbone, fractured skull, and his body a living, breathing Rorschach test, Stiles wasn’t in peak fighting form. In short, he was useless. If a rampaging alpha burst through the door, the best Stiles could do would be to fall out of bed.

“Derek, clothes!” Stiles called after his boyfriend, but Derek had already disappeared behind the curtain wall that separated their bedroom from the main living space of their apartment.

“Jesus, Hale,” Stiles’ dad shouted, and Stiles snorted. “Put some clothes on, son.”

A few seconds later, Derek slunk red-faced back into their bedroom while Stiles snickered gleefully from the bed.

“I did try.” Stiles grinned, and the werewolf paused to glare at Stiles, then grabbed a pair of loose basketball shorts and tugged them on, completely freeballing it. “My dad just doesn’t appreciate a true work of art when he sees it.”

Before Derek could rush off in pursuit of food again, Stiles’ dad pushed into the room. “Is he alright? Is something wrong?” he asked in a rush.

“Oh my god,” Stiles said. He threw his one good arm up, and then immediately winced when it jostled his cracked collarbone.

Stiles didn’t have a chance to settle back into the pillows because Derek was already draining his pain and gently easing him down while his dad adjusted the pillows and checked his sling.

“Does he need another painkiller?” Stiles’ dad directed the question to Derek and smoothed back Stiles’ hair.

Derek frowned. “Probably. It’s been a few hours. He complained about his stomach hurting from hunger.”

They continued to debate the best course of action over Stiles’ head while they smothered him with attention and care, while simultaneously acting as if he weren’t there. It had become apparent to the that Stiles needed an entire meal, more painkillers, another sponge bath, clothes, and his hair brushed. His dad would warm up the leftover salmon steak in the fridge while Derek stripped him down and washed him. At least they were getting along. A few days ago, his dad hadn’t even known they were dating, but Stiles’ idiotic heroics had bonded them for life.

Stiles huffed and batted away Derek’s hand. “Seriously. Enough!” he shouted. His stomach dropped when Derek flinched back, eyebrows drooping like a scolded puppy. Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Sorry. No, you know what, I’m not sorry. I’m not fucking sorry. I’ve been trapped in this bed for days. I need to get out! I’m going crazy. You’re not even listening to me. Not really. I just want a snack. Maybe some popcorn while we watch a movie or I kill some aliens or something. Anything. Derek, I love reading to you, I do, so don’t walk away from this with a giant ball of man pain thinking you're forcing me, but the bed has a perfect imprint of my butt. I love you both, but you’re driving me nuts.”

The room was silent. The steady tick of the ornamental clock in the other room echoed through the loft. Derek’s shoulders were stiff, his muscles coiled, ready to bolt, and his eyebrows were scrunched in uncertain worry.

“Der...” Stiles started.

“Why don’t you carry Stiles to the couch and get him settled, son,” Stiles’ dad interrupted. He clapped Derek on the shoulder, and to his credit, ignored the werewolf’s visible flinch. “I’ll pop the corn while you two pick out a movie. I’ll catch the highlights later.” And then he left Stiles and Derek alone in the room.

Stiles gnawed on his lower lip while he studied to the moles and the smattering of hair that trailed down on his bare stomach. The hair on his arms prickled as Derek continued to stare.

“Stiles, I-”

“Nope. Uh uh,” Stiles cut in. He looked up into Derek’s broken expression, and his heart stuttered in his chest. “You are not taking the blame for this. I fucked up, dude. I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you.”

“But-”

“You haven’t been smothering me,” Stiles said before Derek could verbalize his misplaced guilt. “Well, I mean, you have, but I appreciate it. Dude, you’re awesome. Now come here so I can use you as a wolfy crutch and snuggle the shit out of you on the couch.”

Obedient to a fault, Derek helped Stiles to his feet, wrapped an arm around Stiles’ waist so he supported the majority of his weight. All Stiles had to do was lightly hop along on one leg with Derek guiding him. The flexing of Derek’s bicep against his waist told Stiles that Derek was holding himself back from simply picking him up and carrying him, for which Stiles was grateful because needed some semblance of independence, even as little as the appearance of independent hobbling.

Derek eased Stiles down onto the couch and surrounded him with pillows, plumping each one before he tucked it in behind Stiles’ back. Stiles smiled when Derek lifted his broken leg with the greatest expression of concentration etched into his forehead, and the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“God, you’re adorable,” Stiles sighed.

Derek blinked up at him from where he was crouched next to the coffee table. Somehow, he still didn’t believe Stiles, even when his heart never skipped a beat because Derek was the sweetest, most endearing man he had ever met. Their past may have been rocky in Beacon Hills at first, especially with Derek having threatened to rip his throat out with his teeth on a semi-regular basis, but his entire view of Derek as a person changed the day he lost Erica, and then shortly after, Boyd.

The air popper hummed to life in the kitchen, and his dad tunelessly whistled along to the sporadic ping of kernels. Tomorrow, Scott would arrive and throw the domestic peace into chaos, but for now, Stiles was content. He patted the seat beside him, and Derek perked up.

“You wanna lose the shorts and shift back, big guy?” Stiles asked, but Derek shook his head. “Alright then.” He flung his arms wide open. “Take me.”

Instead, Derek climbed onto the couch beside and curled around Stiles, mindful of his various injuries, and held Stiles like the most precious thing in the world. He was still wrapped around Stiles, nose buried in his neck, fifteen minutes later when Stiles’ dad wandered back in with a bowl of buttery goodness and ruffled Stiles’ hair as he passed behind the couch.

“So, what are we watching?” his dad asked, ignoring the werewolf snuggled tight to Stiles’ side.

“The Lord of the Rings,” Stiles said, and Derek huffed against his neck. His dad plunked the bowl down in his lap, and he dug in with gusto. “Extended release, duh.”

“Oh good lord.” The couch creaked as his dad stood up again. “I need a beer.”

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Marisa’s ficrecs: STEREK

Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

This list includes 40 works and will only include completed works, which have all been read and approved by me.

*** means recently added.

(You can check out my other ficrecs here!)

Cuddle Theraphy by alisvolatpropiis (General | 3,216 words)

“Dude, did you know that Derek’s into dudes?” Scott asks the question as he shoves a folded piece of meat lover’s pizza in his mouth, last few words turning to mumbled mush.

Stiles tells himself that’s why he has to ask him to repeat it twice, even though Scott-talking-with-his-mouth-full is practically his second language, mastered when they were first graders, along with Scott-needs-to-use-his-puppy-eyes-now-because-words-are-hard-for-him-sometimes and Scott-talking-while-trying-to-pretend-he’s-not-having-an-asthma-attack (now a dead language thanks to the vigorous application of werewolfdom).

Say It Sweet by morganoconner (Teen | 4,101 words)

"Wolfsbane." Derek grits his teeth. "Interrogation blend. Still in my system. It makes me talk."

The One with the Napping by Captain_Loki (Mature | 4,768 words)

It is a unique and somewhat unhelpful talent, but Stiles can fall asleep anywhere.

All You Ever Needed to Know About Knotting by KuriKuri (Explicit | 4,781 words | AU)

Derek had started reading the column by accident. Really, reading strangers’ questions about knotting and heat had never really appealed to him. However, at that point in time, he was a little desperate.

And he was right: most of the questions submitted by anonymous readers didn’t appeal to him. The answers, though, did.

(Or, in which Stiles writes an advice column about knotting and Derek is smitten. Also they're neighbors.)

Anything, Anything by drunktuesdays (Explicit | 5,242 words | AU)

Stiles wakes up in Derek’s bed in a world where they’re married now, and Derek keeps leaving the room every time he tries to have a conversation about how this happened, since they weren’t even dating.

My Heart Comes Tumbling Down by DevilDoll (Explicit | 5,689 words)

"This is a casual, adult relationship based on sex, and it is awesome."

In which Stiles and Derek have a great time buddyfucking until a burrito ruins it all.

Can’t Be Hateful, Gotta Be Grateful by HalfFizzbin (Teen | 6,260 words)

"Be cool, Dad, we've decided to con Grandma."

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's and she gets the right wrong idea.)

Scent Marking for Dummies by Hatteress (Teen | 8,824 words)

Stiles is almost used to being chased around the school by werewolves at this point. Having to share a bed with Derek freaking Hale, on the other hand, is just needlessly complicating his life.

Hemingway Can Suck It by KuriKuri (Teen | 10,054 words | AU)

“For those of you who just transferred into this class or simply decided that day one wasn’t important enough to attend, I’m Professor Hale. Welcome to English 346, The American Novel.”

Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open right now and that his eyes are wide with shock, because holy fuck, he thinks he knows why his students transferred. Hell, if he was still an undergrad, he probably would have transferred, too.

(Or, in which Stiles is a Biology professor and Derek thinks he's a student.)

Free Consultation by DevilDoll (Explicit | 12,691 words | AU)

Stiles Stilinski, professional knotting surrogate.

Cool Story, Bro by drunktuesdays (Explicit | 13,087 words | AU)

Apparently their personalities were switched today, because Derek was a goddamn Chatty Cathy. “What Brad was saying this morning--” he bit off the rest of the sentence with a clack of his teeth.

“No worries dude,” Stiles said, turning his head to look at him. “I’ve had seventeen years to learn the lesson that I can’t do everything Brad does, no matter what he says. Plus, finding someone he hasn’t already slept with is like finding a needle in a haystack.”

“It’s not that you can’t,” Derek said, and he was glaring straight ahead at an old stump of a tree. “You shouldn’t. Your first time, you should be with someone you know, someone who would make it good.”

The lazy sleepiness of the afternoon dissipated in a second, replaced by electricity in the air and licking up and down Stiles’s spine. “What,” he said, and his voice was unsteady. “Wait, are you offering?” He tried to make it come out like a joke, like something they could both come back from, but he couldn’t.

“Yes,” Derek said, and finally turned his gaze on Stiles as the air was sucked completely out of his lungs.

The Lunch Table Configuration by thepsychicclam (Explicit | 16,677 words | AU)

When Isaac makes Derek switch lunch tables, the last thing Derek expected was to fall for Stiles.

Last Night’s Dress (Tiptoe Out of This Mess) by hito (Mature | 16,730 words)

My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in?

Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie (Cheeseburger Baby) by owlpostagain (Teen | 17,698 words | AU)

“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."

"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

For Love Is Not Ours to Command by weathervaanes (Explicit | 18,536 words)

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.

The Newlywed Game by Captain_Loki (Mature | 19,569 words)

Stiles is (still) single when the pack's getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles' unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound... and the two roped into competing in the Resort's version of the Newlywed game. Only it's completely obvious it's going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Plot twist: It doesn't.

Don’t Worry Baby by kalpurna (Explicit | 20,276 words | AU)

"You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point."

Derek doesn't respond.

There Is a Brotherhood by minusoneday (Explicit | 21,004 words | AU)

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight AM classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

(Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale's fraternity.)

Here’s the Deepest Secret Nobody Knows by owlpostagain (Teen | 22,322 words)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?” 

They Say It’s Mighty Fine by apocryphal (General | 23,234 words | AU)

"Hello. This is Alpha Vernon Boyd, calling from Camp Remus about—"

"Derek?" Talia asks, confused. "You're calling about Derek? Is he okay? What happened?"

"Oh, boy." Melissa blows out a breath. "All right. Is he hurt?"

"He's been there for two hours, what could he possibly have—" John pauses. "Hang on, Camp Remus? Like the werewolf camp?"

*** Lock All the Doors Behind You by entanglednow (Mature | 25,690 words)

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your... werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

Take Me Back to the Start by thingcalledlove (Mature | 26,756 words)

Derek had never intended to be named People’s Sexiest Man Alive. It just sort of happens.

(Or, in which Derek stumbles into stardom, becoming the next big thing and Stiles somehow stumbles (read: gets pushed unwillingly by the rest of the pack) into the role of Derek's PR boyfriend.)

Electricity in the Contact by ladyblahblah (Explicit | 27,067 words)

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that's not what it's called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he's not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

With Bloody Feet Across the Hallowed Ground by owlpostagain (Teen | 29,900 words)

There were no last words. No more pleas, no more screaming. Just the sound of Stiles squeezing the trigger, the explosion of a second shot rocketing out of the revolver, and the hunters bursting through the open doorway just in time to see the bullet slam squarely into the center of Derek’s chest.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill (Teen | 32,052 words | AU)

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

To Each Their Own by SylvieW (Explicit | 32,668 words | AU)

Stiles agrees to become the owner of a werewolf with some very special needs. Derek has been abused for so long he’s nearly feral. Stiles has to find a way to gain his trust before Derek’s heat, or he could be put down.

Cupboard Love by mklutz (General | 32,682 words | AU)

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

(Not So) Pure Imagination by theroguesgambit (Explicit | 33,185 words | AU)

Stiles knows it's wrong, but he's been Fantasizing about Derek and he can't bring himself to stop. Derek doesn't know who's taken an interest in him, but he's enjoying it way more than he probably should.

Noticed by InTheArmsofaThief (Teen | 35,179 words)

Stiles left on a Tuesday. Nobody noticed.

Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain (Teen | 35,197 words | AU)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

“DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK. Stiles gets cranky when we scare him.”

Not Your Disney Romance by tylerfucklin (Mature | 42,065 words)

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack's alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

Will to Follow Through by owlpostagain (Teen | 42,411 words)

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

Our Lives Are Changing Lanes by grimm (Explicit | 47,537 words | AU)

There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open.

"How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?"

"Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."

*** All’s Fair in Orgasms and War by bleep0bleep (Explicit | 63,213 words | AU)

AVN BREAKING NEWS -- DIAMOND VISTA RIDGE BREAKS HIS CONTRACT WITH HALE HOUSE "We haven't seen much of our favorite rock hard stud from Hale House ever since that indie twink dethroned him as champion in Orgasm Wars, but it's just been confirmed that Diamond will no longer be working for the legendary studio famous for producing some of our favorite werewolf-on-human works. Don't fret, Diamond fans, it looks like he's been spotted cozying up to True Alpha Studios! Apparently he couldn't get enough of that one human and then followed him home. Could it be true love? Keep your eye on this studio -- us at AVN think we're about to get a lot more of Diamond in a very new way!"

(Or, the one in which (almost) everyone is a porn star, and Derek just wants to curl up with his fluffy blanket and watch the Hallmark channel, but work and falling in love gets in the way.)

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach (Explicit | 76,956 words | AU)

Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.

Windows by dr_girlfriend (Explicit | 83,015 words | AU)

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

There’s Monsters at Home by calrissian18 (Explicit | 83,582 words | AU)

“How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”

Derek despised him.

Cornerstone by Vendelin (Explicit | 83,738 words | AU)

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by zosofi (Explicit | 89,979 words | AU)

“Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

Prince Among Wolves by tylerfucklin (Explicit | 101,000 words | AU)

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

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How about a leverage/Sterek!AU? Where Derek & his team trying to bring down Peter. Derek&Cora going undercover with Peters kids (who've never seen their cousins) but Derek slowly falls for Peters s-i-l Stiles (&Cora for Peter's d-i-l). Erica, Boyd & Isaac doing an awesome job of inflitrating Peters company & Derek&Cora having to decide if they want to go through with their plan (for Laura) or to spare Stiles&Lydia. Spoiler: Stiles&Lydia hate their father in law & would totally help if they knew.

I have been thinking of a Leverage Sterek AU for over a year at this point, and let’s be honest, anyone who’s ever suggested such a thing to me has heard at least a LITTLE bit about it (and I have written bits of it before).

Like, Derek is the hitter, right? He left home at 17, after most of his family died in a fire, determined to do some good for his country, and then ended up doing a lot of bad, bad things for the right (and wrong) reasons. He’s come to terms with it–mostly–but he doesn’t use guns now, and he very much prefers to work alone. He’s the best damn retrieval specialist in the game, and he is very good at being very scary.

Lydia is the grifter. She’s absolutely gorgeous, can slip into another alias as easy as breathing, and it only takes half a crook of her finger and a glass of good wine to get what she wants. And she wants a lot; after all, she’s always appreciated the finer things in life.

Stiles is the hacker. He loves all things nerdy and he’s been on a computer since he could basically breathe. His first major job was hacking the Bank of Iceland to pay for his father’s medical bills, after his dad took a bullet during a bank robbery. His dad still has no idea what Stiles does, and Stiles likes to keep it that way.

Cora is the thief. After her family died when she was 11, she ended up in the foster system, bouncing from home to home. The system didn’t treat her well and she ended up learning how to steal to survive. By the time she and Derek meet back up, years later, they’re so different they barely recognize each other. (But SLOWLY they would learn to be SIBLINGS AGAIN.)

And the mastermind?

That’s Scott.

Scott, who’s spent his whole life trying to do the right thing, who became an insurance investigator and to track down thieves and fraudsters. He had a wife (Allison) and a son and a job where he felt useful, like what he did mattered.

Then his son got sick, and the insurance company–the company he’d been with for most of his adult life–refused to cover the life-saving treatment. Because it’s “experimental.” The same excuse they give to everyone who pays in thousands of dollars, only to have the money yanked away when they need it the most.

And just like that, he lost everything: his son, his marriage, his job.

So when he gets a chance to go after the wealthy and powerful, to take those who play the system like a fiddle and make them pay for it, to bring them to justice, to help people who have literally nowhere else to turn…

Well, that’s a chance he’s going to jump at.

(And, you know, obviously Derek and Stiles can’t stand each other and they spend most of their time bitching about the other, but they also never leave each other behind and Derek is OUTSTANDINGLY overprotective; Derek and Cora slowly learn to be family again, but this time they have a new family with them as well; Lydia and Allison finally meet at some point and they get along SWIMMINGLY and Scott is TERRIFIED OF WHAT THAT MEANS. And then there’s JACKSON, who took over Scott’s old job and the entire team just fucking HATES him.)