#sterek domestic fluff

[nezmar13]

When Derek wakes up alone in their bed it takes him a brief moment to locate his mate. The noises from the kitchen are as good an indicator as any to tell him what his beloved is up to. With a long stretch and a content smile pulling at his lips he gets up, pulling on the sweatpants on his bare body before he sets out to get his morning bathroom routine out of the way. Fully freshened up, with droplets of water still clinging to his hair, he makes it down the staircase, zeroing on the lithe figure moving about the kitchen. Not being one to deny himself simple pleasures, such as following his prey, Derek quietly makes his way over to the kitchen, silently stalking his mate. Only when he's almost behind him Stiles chirps up “I know you´re behind me,” not even looking up from his cutting board. With a growl that is more amused than threatening, Derek plasters himself over Stiles´s back, snaking his arms around the smaller man´s waist. He noses the soft brown  hair of his mate as he contently watches Stiles´s hands skillfully preparing their meal. No of them says anything, what with Derek being happy with just watching and Stiles with being held the way he was. It was however all his little moving, brushing himself against Derek´s groin that had Derek growl again, stepping more closely, making sure his mate felt the building hardness pushing at him. It was only then Stiles ceased his movements, resting his cutting knife, in order to look up at his mate, at his Alpha. With a bright smile he pushed back, enjoying the weight of his mate´s body and his hands, dangerously closing in to his own steering front.

They both knew it was turning out to be a good start of the day.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Don’t Tell Derek

There’s one unspoken rule that went without saying, one that they had all agreed to: don’t tell Derek.

You can also read the fic and tags on AO3, here

It was an unspoken rule that they’d all silently agreed to: don’t tell Derek.

It started one night when Stiles woke up, craving salt and vinegar chips and ice cream. However, when he began to dig through the freezer, he realised that the only ice cream there was Derek’s—his favourite chocolate chip ice cream that he bought specifically because the chocolate doesn’t mess with his wolf side. Boyd and Erica had gotten home late from date night, and found Stiles half-slouched on the kitchen counter, eating straight out of the tub. In the tense stare that ensued, he subtly reached into the cutlery drawer and pulled out two spoons, offering them to Erica and Boyd in exchange for their silence.

Since then, if you got caught eating Derek’s ice cream, your silence could be bought with the offer of a spoon and the mutual agreement not to tell Derek who ate it.

 Stiles let out a weak groan, dragging his hands down his face as he let out a broken sigh. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins and he tried to steady the breaths that heaved at his chest—the nightmare lingering in the shadows of his mind.

He sat up, letting the blankets pool around his waist. He looked over at the man who lay beside him, his outline dimly lit by the moonlight that bled through the gap in the curtains. His hair was a mess, like a pool of raven-black ink spilt across the pillow, and the harsh lines of his face had been softened by sleep.

Stiles was careful not to wake him as he slid out of bed and crossed the room, making his way out into the hallway. From the top of the staircase, he could see the golden glow of the kitchen light pooling in the open doorway.

He made his way downstairs and looked in to see Isaac sitting at the kitchen counter. He was never one to initiate the secretive ice cream eating—he would just get the tub out of the freezer, set it on the bench and wait with two spoons in his hand for someone to inevitably join him.

That’s how Stiles found him: sitting at the kitchen counter with two spoons on the tabletop beside him, staring at the tub of ice cream as if he had telekinetic abilities.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile as he stepped into th kitchen. He picked up one of the spoons and handed Isaac the other one as he pulled the lid off the tub of ice cream.

He hadn’t been there long—the ice cream was still frozen solid and the container’s lid has a thin white sheet of frost across it.

Stiles dug his spoon into the ice cream, taking the first bite and granting Isaac permission to eat.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked between mouthfuls.

“Just nightmares,” Isaac replied quietly and somewhat dismissively.

“Me too,” Stiles said, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” Isaac said, using his spoon to chip away at the solid ice cream before scooping it up. “I don’t know.”

Stiles didn’t push; he knew that if Isaac wanted to talk, he would, but it had to be in his own time. And until he was ready, Stiles would be there.

“It was my dad,” Isaac said after a while, a hint of frustration adding an edge to his voice. “It’s stupid; he’s dead and I’m still afraid of him.”

Isaac didn’t look up at Stiles. His face was tense but his deep sapphire-blue eyes glistened with tears.

“The things your dad did to you don’t just go away,” Stiles said softly. “He can’t hurt you anymore, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t hurt you.”

Isaac nodded, letting out a calming breath. He poked at the ice cream a bit but didn’t eat any more.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Nogitsune,” Stiles answered.

“The nogitsune gone,” Isaac said, trying to sound reassuring.

“So’s your dad,” Stiles countered. “Doesn’t make it any easier to forget.”

Isaac paused for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper. “I took the bite because I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be able to protect myself. I wanted to have some control over my life. I got all that and more—I got the pack; a family… a place where I belong and where people care about me. But you… you had all of that. You didn’t need the bite.”

Stiles smiled slightly.

“Everyone underestimated you,” Isaac continued. “I underestimated you.”

“And you won’t again,” Stiles said smugly.

“People look at you and they think you’re weak and defenceless, but you’re the strongest of all of us. You’re brave, strong, defiant, loyal, and I can’t imagine what it was like to lose all of that—to lose control over your own body.”

“You’d think that’s the worst part, but it’s not. I thought slowly losing my mind would be the worst part, but I was wrong. The worst part was watching on helplessly as someone made me hurt my friends.”

A moment of heavy silence fell between them.

“We’re okay now, right?” Isaac asked, his voice shaky and breaking slightly.

Stiles looked up, meeting his gaze He offered him a kind, reassuring smile. “Yeah, we are.”

Stiles scooped up another spoonful of ice cream and held it up. Isaac mirrored him, tapping their spoons together.

“Cheers,” they both said jokingly before shoving the ice cream in their mouths.

A moment later, they heard the wooden boards of the staircase creak as quiet footsteps slowly approached.

Stiles pre-emptively reached into the cutlery drawer and grabbed another spoon, holding it out as Erica sheepishly peeked her head around the corner of the kitchen door.

Her face lit up with a grin as she happily waddled over to Isaac’s side and took the spoon Stiles offered with a quiet “Thank you”.

She began to methodically dig through the ice cream and pick out he chocolate chips.

Isaac’s brow furrowed as he watched her, perplexed.

“You alright there?” he asked. “You’re stealing all the chocolate.”

“Period.”

The one word was all they needed. Stiles and Isaac began to meticulously dig through the tub of ice cream to find the chocolate chips, stacking them up in the corner of the tub for Erica.

Next to join them was Boyd, dragging his feet across the floor as he lethargically wrapped his arms around Erica. He politely declined the spoon Stiles offered him; he didn’t want ice cream—he just couldn’t sleep without Erica.

Stiles looked at Isaac, shooting him a look that told him not to tease Boyd for being so sappy and sweet.

Isaac pouted, slumping his shoulders, but didn’t put up a fight. He turned his attention back to the ice cream.

The four of them were too busy talking quietly that they didn’t notice the fifth that joined their group.

He picked up the spoon that Stiles had offered Boyd and began to eat the ice cream.

Isaac glanced up, his eyes widening with terror as the spoon fell from his hand, clattering across the kitchen benchtop.

The loud noise made them all jump, eyes snapping up to Isaac. They followed the young man’s terrified gaze to the man who stood beside Stiles, eating the ice cream, unperturbed.

His short dark hair was tousled from sleep and his pale aventurine eyes were half-dazed with sleep.

Derek.

Their eyes grew wide as they exchanged scared looks, trying to read each other’s thoughts.

Boyd – who hadn’t been eating the ice cream – subtly nodded towards the kitchen door, hinting that they should make a run for it. But there was nowhere to go and they’d never outrun him.

Erica looked as if she were weighing up using the ‘period’ card again to get out of trouble and Isaac looked about ready to cry.

They waited, expecting a stern lecture or an outburst of anger and cried of betrayal.

Derek looked up at them, his eyes darting from one beta to the next.

“What?” he asked. “I know you all eat my ice cream. I just want some of it before it’s all gone.”

They watched as he dug his spoon into the tub again, making sure to get a few chocolate chips in his scoop.

“You’re not mad?” Stiles asked hesitantly.

“That you’ve been eating my ice cream? No. But I am a little upset that you guys felt like you had to hide it from me, and a little hurt that you never thought to wake me up or ask if I wanted to join you.”

They all bowed their heads, their stomachs twisting with guilt.

“I’ll buy more next time,” Derek promised, eating another spoonful. “If you all promise to stop hiding this from me.”

“Promise,” they all muttered in unison.

“Okay,” Derek said with a soft smile. He reached forward for another spoonful but froze. “Oh, Erica—if you only want the chocolate, they make chocolate bars. I grabbed a few for you. They’re in the cupboard over there.”

He nodded towards the cupboard int eh corner of the kitchen.

“You can have them if you leave some chocolate chips for the rest of us—it’s not the same without them.”

Boyd stepped over to the cupboard, grabbing one of the chocolate bars and handing it to Erica.

Her spoon fell to the benchtop with a clang as she eagerly took the chocolate. She tore the wrapper open and paused, looking down at the chocolate--thinking.

She broke off a chunk and crushed it up, sprinkling it over the ice cream.

Isaac’s face lit up with excitement. He dug his spoon into the slightly-melted ice cream and stirred it around, mixing in the chunks of chocolate before scooping out a loaded spoonful.

They ate about half the tub of ice cream, but finally sleep won them over.

Isaac was swaying on the stool he sat on, his eyelids drooping and his eyes unfocused. Derek sent them off to bed while he cleaned up.

“Some on, I,” Erica said encouragingly. “Off to bed with you.”

Isaac let out a weak groan in protest.

Erica wrapped her arm around Isaac, helping the young man to his feet and sleepily making their way upstairs. From the hallway, they heard Isaac mutter a sleepy “Goodnight”.

Boyd picked up the chocolate bar, wrapping it in the wrapper and taking it with him as he followed Erica and Isaac up to bed.

Stiles gathered up the spoons and set them down in the sink while Derek fitted the lid back on the tub of ice cream and put it back in the freezer.

Stiles turned, leaning back on the edge of the counter as he looked at Derek.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “It was never mean to be so secretive and we never meant for it to be malicious.”

“It’s okay,” Derek said softly. “I’m not upset; it just hurts that you were all so scared to tell me. Did you really think I’d be mad?”

“I guess we were scared to find out,” Stiles admitted, staring down at his bare feet.

“You’re my pack, my family. I’d get mad if you were fighting with each other or if you recklessly put yourselves in danger. But eating ice cream, why would I get mad about that?”

“Because it’s your ice cream,” Stiles suggested, the upward infliction of his voice making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“If I didn’t want any of you eating it, I would have hidden it a better place than in plain sight.”

Stiles felt his face flush red. He cringed as he realised how right Derek was and how stupid he was for feeling like they had to be so secretive. Derek never asked who had touched his ice cream; they had simply made the agreement to never tell him.

“Come on,” Derek said softly, smiling sweetly at Stiles as he wrapped his arm around the young man’s shoulders and walked him out of the kitchen, turning off the light as they left. “Let’s go back to bed.”

[sapphireginger]

Stiles finds himself hating the marks on his body but Derek reminds him that those marks do not define him or his beauty.

[ily-tothecore]

sterek fic recs - all completed

i struggle big time when it comes to finding good sterek fic recs, so i thought i'd make a list of some of the soft fics i've found along the way.

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) - i've gone back to this one multiple times. it's got pack mum stiles, awesome character development for derek, their romantic relationship comes together naturally, and you even get jackson and stiles as best friends, which is one of my favourite tropes in teen wolf fan fiction. their relationship had so much potential to be fucking awesome and the writers just brushed over it, so i adore that fan fic writers love to build on it.

something more by kaistrex (weishen) - i actually really loved this one, the characterization is near perfect and it was so fucking romantic? the way their whole relationship comes to be is just so sweet and stiles makes it so simple and easy for derek, there's no pushing, no yelling, barely any angst. it's just a really wholesome fic which is honestly my favourite kind. i like the easy love kind of stories.

five times stiles woke up in derek's bed unexpectedly, and the one time it was on purpose by isthatbloodonhshsirt (wasterella) - this one is just super cheeky and soft; stiles keeps getting into rough situations and wakes up in derek's bed after every one. it's a whole lot of sweet fluff and stiles being insanely oblivious. good for when you want an easy and fun sterek read. i also recommend going through the entirety of this authors works, they have some really great fics, such as five time stiles fell out of a window and the one time he jumped and it's not pretend when it's real.

dysfunctional domesticity by yodasyoyo - a short and sweet christmas one shot, it's absolutely adorable and derek is a cheeky shit, i absolutely loved this one. i typically prefer longer fics, but i do enjoy a good one shot to get a quick fix of the ship i'm after.

gracious in defeat by yodasyoyo - another one from this author, i do recommend going through their works as well, they have some really sweet stories. this one is a soft one about stiles going to stay with derek to try and escape the hell that is being trapped in beacon hills. there is so much domestic bliss in this story, it felt so pretty to read, if that makes sense. there is a small bit of angst, but it gets resolved pretty quickly. i'd definitely read this more than once. derek is so vulnerable in this fic, and the characterization was great.

click here for part two of my sterek fic recs!

[evanesdust]

The Great New Year's Eve Stand-off of 2023

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Kiss me at midnight." @sterekweekly word: kiss @sterekmonthly word: new year @sterekbingo square: domestic @imagine-sterek's 24, the 2024 sterek event

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Unofficial Sequel, Established Relationship, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Fluff, Cute Kids

Summary:

As their kids built a fort and planned to stay up for New Year's Eve, Stiles and Derek bet on who would fall asleep first.

Stiles stood in the doorway, watching Derek clean up the mess from dinner. He noticed the way Derek's hands moved with efficient grace, wiping down the countertops and stacking the dishes neatly in the dishwasher. It was a simple task, yet there was something soothing about watching him work, finding a rhythm in the mundane. It was domestic, comforting, and a side of Derek that Stiles hadn't known he'd find so enthralling. Something about his big, bad alpha of a husband doing household chores just didn't fit the stereotype, and that contradiction only made Derek more appealing to Stiles. The room was filled with the clinking of dishes and the soft hum of the dishwasher as it started its cycle.

There was an intimacy in these quiet moments, a shared life that extended beyond the chaos of their daily lives with three rambunctious children. Werewolf children, no less.

"I can feel you staring at me," Derek said without turning around, a small smile playing on his lips. "Is there something you need, or are you just enjoying the view?"

Stiles chuckled, pushing off the doorframe to walk over and wrap his arms around Derek from behind. He rested his chin on Derek's shoulder, soaking in their closeness as he murmured,  "Can't it be both?" 

Derek let out a soft sigh as he leaned back into the embrace. "With you, it's always both." The warmth in his voice was enough to spark a flutter in Stiles's chest. "Is everything okay?"

"Do you think they'll actually stay up all night?" Stiles asked, his fingers playing with the hem of Derek's shirt.

The kids were building a fort in the living room, hopped up on sugar and excitement for counting down to the New Year. The sound of their laughter fluttered in from the other room like music, a symphony of high-pitched giggles and the occasional dramatic roar.

Derek chuckled, turning around to face him, a skeptical arch to his brow before brushing his lips against Stiles's temple. "Honestly, I'll give them until ten before they all crash, just like Christmas. There's only so much energy humanly possible, even with sugar as fuel."

Though ever since winter break started, the kids had proven themselves to be full of surprises, giving Stiles and Derek a run for their money with their seemingly boundless stamina.

"Well, they do have the advantage of being werewolves," Stiles pointed out, dancing his fingers across Derek's chest. "And you and I both know that means a whole different level of energy."

Derek laughed again, the sound warm and deep, echoing the love and joy that filled their home. "True. And I suppose they also have determination on their side."

Stiles chuckled, recalling all the hushed whispers and giggling conspiracies that had filled the house as the kids' plans to stay up late took shape. "Yeah, there's that."

"Still," Derek said, "I think our bets are safe. In the end, they're kids, and kids need sleep, werewolf or not."

And Stiles knew that after all the excitement wore off and the sugar rush faded, they'd succumb to sleep, tangled in a mess of blankets and pillows within their homemade fortress, dreaming of their next adventure.

Derek rubbed the small of Stiles's back, smiling softly at him—the kind of smile that made Stiles's heart flip in his chest. "We should get the camera ready, too. This will be one for the memory books."

"Definitely." Stiles grinned, imagining the sea of cushions and sheets taking over the living room. "It'll be the Great New Year's Eve Stand-off of 2023. I'll have to make sure the batteries are fully charged because I'm betting the aftermath will be even more entertaining than the build-up. They already have a pillow fort set up, too. So even if they don't stay up, I think they're planning to stage a sleep-in protest or something."

Derek's laughter rumbled through Stiles's body, a sound he found himself wanting to capture and keep for the quiet moments when the house would eventually be empty, and the chaos of pitter-pattering little werewolf feet had grown into the steady, calm strides of teenagers.

"Oh yeah? Pillows, blankets, the whole nine yards?" Derek asked, amusement lighting his eyes—probably picturing their children fortifying their New Year's Eve stronghold.

"It's pretty impressive, actually." Stiles's eyes lit up with a fondness that only their children's antics could invoke. "I can't wait to see who'll be the last one standing—or, well, awake." He glanced at the clock, noting the hands steadily creeping towards that hopeful midnight hour. "I'm putting my money on Caleb. He's got that stubborn streak."

Derek chuckled, nodding in agreement. "You might be right. But I wouldn't count Eli out. He snuck in a couple of naps today. The kid's got strategy on his side. And he stayed up the longest on Christmas Eve."

They shared a look, an unspoken agreement that they were in for quite the show. It was a fleeting moment of calm before the storm of laughter and playful shrieks returned, signaling that the kids were nowhere near ready to call it a night.

"They're going to see the ball drop if it's the last thing they do," Derek said with a grin. "Might as well make the most of it, help them build some memories."

Stiles nodded, his gaze softening at the thought of their children determined to usher in the new year with their eyes open and hearts full of joy.

"Yeah, these are the moments they'll remember." For Stiles and Derek, too, and Stiles wouldn't trade it for anything. "Maybe it'll be a new tradition—may the strongest eyelid win."

Derek laughed again, the sound warm and genuine. "I like that. Let's make it happen. But first, we have to survive the sugar high."

The two of them wandered back to the living room, ready to join the fray, to supervise, and to be present for every moment of joy the night would bring. After all, these were the moments that made everything worth it.

As the ball dropped, Stiles glanced down at the kids. They'd been asleep before the countdown had even started, their great stand-off ending anticlimactically in snores and quiet breaths about an hour ago. Each little werewolf curled up under a fortress of pillows, their faces peaceful in slumber—though, surprisingly, Clara had been the last holdout.

Stiles turned to Derek with a grin. "Looks like we were both wrong."

Derek shook his head, smiling as he reached for the camera on the side table, capturing the last few seconds of the old year with a click. With the kids sleeping, the silence of their home, save for the occasional pop and crackle of the fireplace, was a stark contrast to the boisterous noise from earlier in the evening.

"It's perfect," Stiles whispered, leaning into Derek. He smiled as the dim light of the television playing the New Year's Eve festivities cast a soft glow over them.

Derek placed the camera down, pulling Stiles closer to his side.

"Yeah, it is," he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper so he didn't disturb the tranquil scene before them.

The clock struck midnight, and as the world outside erupted in cheers and fireworks, Stiles's world was right here, within the walls of their home—in the quiet heartbeat of their family.

Derek tipped his chin up for a gentle kiss, a silent celebration of another year together. It was a simple, quiet moment that held the weight of all their shared years and love.

Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek, returning the kiss with equal tenderness. As they pulled apart, Stiles whispered against Derek's lips, "Happy New Year, Derek."

Derek's response was a soft smile and a tighter embrace. "Happy New Year, Stiles."

In the warmth of their hold, the soft crackle of the fireplace, and the gentle rhythm of their children's breathing, they welcomed the new year—a promise of more love, challenges, and memories to be made.

[sterekbros]

Hey everyone! So I'm participating this year in FTH fanworks auctions for non-profits! I'm open to any organizations you may want to donate to for the auction, but I'm especially interested in the Coral Restoration Foundation and Pollinator Partnership because of my passion for the environment.

You can find my creator page here.

Obviously I'm offering Sterek for the auction. Here's a sneak peak of what I'm offering on the creator page:

Romantic Sterek, Stiles & Lydia as BrOtp (within Sterek fics), A/B/O (Omegaverse) with Alpha Derek and Omega Stiles, Mpreg, Kid fics, Slice of Life, Derek and Stiles as Eli's parents, fluff, domestic fluff, established relationships, Sci-fi, most AUs. (send a message on Discord to ask), Space AUs, Happy Endings Only

If you have any questions feel free to contact me here or on Discord!

[kitchenisking]

Its Sunday! we've now made it to the end of the weekend so to make the pain of going back to the real world and little less, here's one more fic😘

Inevitable You by Red_City - (Rating: Mature, Words: 22261, sterek)

"I'm Derek's mate," Stiles gets out, breathing hard. There is silence in the room.

As he looks around, he realizes that everyone else knew.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered by TheVoiceofWrath (meet_your_fate) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 20653, sterek)

Derek's soul isn't worth anything. Can't be, right? Not after everything. It's an easy decision for him, then, to offer it up in exchange for his sister's life.

If only the demon he makes the deal with weren't so intent on hanging around until Derek's contract is up...

Cursed Playlist by drunkunicorn - (Rating: G, Words: 1672, sterek)

And then there it is. Almost at the bottom of his playlist list with a simple wolf emoji. Stiles lets out a breath that is supposed to signify amusement and opens it. No description, no cover, just a wolf emoji and 5-hour play time. He looks through the songs and feeling slightly better than before clicks on a song he doesn’t recognize.

It starts slow, the voice is quiet and slightly whiny, piano in the background that almost makes Stiles cry again. So, he lets it play. And then another. And then another. And then he recognizes one of the songs that started this whole thing, and it just clicks for him.

Derek.

No Putting a Werewolf Off Your Scent by nakatas_cat - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3811, sterek)

Stiles forgets his Adderall. Derek's affected.

show you what all that howl is for. by doctorkaitlyn - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 21847, sterek)

It's been months since he first touched Derek, when he affirmed that he was real and not going anywhere, but the fact still hasn't really set in. Truthfully, he doesn't know if it ever will. He thinks (and hopes) that, for the rest of his life, he is going to be continually surprised (and thankful) that someone so wonderful is in his life, and all it took to find him was for his dog to run away.

(or the one with shameless domestic fluff, where everyone is happy and everybody owns a dog.)

The Power of Pumpkin Magic by princecharmingwinks - (Rating: T, Words: 1893, sterek)

"If you don't want money, I'll buy you a pie. I just need you to be my boyfriend for the next five minutes." 

---

Stiles just thought it was another day of working on his thesis at his favourite bookshop. What he didn’t count on was the power of pumpkin magic.

Sharing Food by aussiebee - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9564, sterek)

"Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly." ― M.F.K. Fisher

Or

Derek is pretty much absorbed into the Stilinski family, one meal at a time.

Softly by IntoTheAbyssWeGo - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 25217, sterek)

What's Stiles supposed to do when he hears someone crying in the bathroom stall? Comfort them, of course! Too bad he never found out who they were. On a completely unrelated note, why is Derek Hale staring at him? No matter what Scott says, Stiles is sure he didn't do anything to piss the most popular boy at school off!.... At least he's pretty sure...

Hic Sunt Hormones by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: G, Words: 9570, sterek)

Five times Derek and Stiles didn't pregnancy so well - and one time they did.

Nothing You Could Say by SylvieW - (Rating: Mature, Words: 13606, sterek)

Stiles’ second year of college is not working out as he planned. He rarely sees Scott, his job is exhausting, and to get home after his shift, he has to walk at three in the morning. Nearly getting mugged is the icing on the cake, but luckily a gruff stranger is there to rescue him. But now Stiles can’t seem to shake the feeling that he’s not alone in the dark.

[twsterekbigbang]

when life gives you werewolves

Author: piratetattoos  | Artist: @katy-krysler |

Rating: Mature | Word count: 20k

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 03, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Good Alpha Derek Hale, Hale pack 3.0, Scott is a Bad Friend, Getting Together, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Panic Attacks, Nightmares, Domestic Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, A little bit of angst, Happy Ending, Werewolf Culture, Scenting, Non-Explicit Sex, Kiss to stop a panic attack

!! No warnings apply

“The nogitsune,” he says, and shoves Derek into a tree without a second glance.

“Past tense,” Stiles grits out. His hands shake on the bat. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.

The alpha tilts his head, looking far more wolf than man, red eyes burning into Stiles’.

“I’m not so sure about that, Little Red,” the alpha says, too sugar and sweet to be anything other than menacing, all predator. “There’s a void in you, I can see it.”

*

(or: Stiles gets bitten by a rogue alpha, who is then killed by Derek. Post Season 3b.)

Created as part of the Sterek Big Bang 2022 @twsterekbigbang

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Escape to Heaven

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55279504 by lettered_aurora Stiles is stuck in an abusive marriage. Scott is pissed and hurt. Derek is back in Beacon Hills. Words: 1957, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Papa Stilinski, Original Characters, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Peter Hale Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski/Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Angst, Domestic Violence, Not between Sterek though, Hurt/Comfort, Escape, Fluff, Married Stiles Stilinski, True Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things, Alternate Universe - Future read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55279504

[viperwrites]

for the Sterek Valentine Week 2023!!

(Sunday) February 12th - Lick

Mpreg, Domestic Fluff

Derek licks his jaw lovingly as Stiles leans back into the wolf’s warmth. Sometimes when everything is calm, Derek likes to full shift and just lounge around. He’s been doing it in the bedroom more often though, and Stiles knows it’s to lure him into resting. It works nine out of ten times; Derek is gorgeous and his wolf form is majestic, but sometimes, like now, Stiles feels too jittery to sit down right away, so they compromise beforehand.

[amyreadsandstresses]

AMY'S DAILY FIC REC

Today, BBC Sherlock and Teen Wolf

*Looking Down - HPswl_cumbercookie

6k, 1/1, Johnlock, Panic Attacks, Trauma, Acrophobia, Greg is a good friend, Hurt/Comfort

Sherlock's time away in Serbia has led to a rather severe manifestation of Acrophobia, which culminates in a severe panic attack and leads to some much needed confessions between our Baker Street Boys.

*The End - SherKat

5k, 6/6, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Identity Crisis, Ella Thompson, Mycroft Holmes, Trauma

After the fiasco at Sherrinford and Musgrave Hall, Sherlock is more than a bit not good.

And John has yet to learn that words, especially thoughtless ones spoken in haste, can cut very deeply indeed.

*What Was Different - thelookyouredoingthelookagain

17k, 9/9, Johnlock, Internalized Homophobia, First Time, Sherlock's Past, Gay Sherlock, Bisexual John Watson

John's list of assumptions about gay relationships surprises Sherlock. So the detective decides to enlighten the doctor.

*Denial - A_Candle_For_Sherlock

4k, 1/1, Johnlock, Sherlock's Past, Gay Sherlock, Past Viclock, Gay Bar, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, No smut

Written for a Tumblr prompt by grumpybijohn: "Imagine john and sherlock going to a gay bar for a case and the bartender/manager recognizes sherlock and is all like, 'Sherlock!! I haven’t seen you in years! How are you? Is this your boyfriend?'”

Or, what happens when denial finally gets too hard to maintain.

*On Blanket Forts And Waffles - reveling_in_mayhem

15k, 1/1, Johnlock, Parentlock, Rosie Watson, Sheer Fluff, First Kiss, Getting Together

John was happy with his life with Rosie and Sherlock. He had a lovely daughter and a wonderful best friend.

A sleepover in the living room wouldn't change any of that.

*Deductions Amiss - alice9

3k, 1/1, Johnlock, Confused Sherlock, Hurt/Comfort, Everything is actually fine, Implied/Referenced Infidelity

He sees, observes, and deduces, and the results leave him heartbroken. But he will do anything to keep John, even if it means having to keep his pain hidden and his mouth silent.

*I Can Carry You - lurikko

18k, 4/4, Johnlock, Dubious Consent, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fuck or Die

“I need you to do it for me,” Sherlock said.

*Looking Back, Moving Forward - Schattengestalt

12k, 2/2, Johnlock, Trans Sherlock, TW: Misgendering, TW: Past Transphobia, Supportive John, First Kiss, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Memories, Body Dysphoria, Happy Ending

John believes that he has learned everything there is to know about Sherlock in the years that they have lived together. That is, until an unexpected letter arrives that challenges his view of his best friend.

*A (Sort of) Fairytale - briecheesie, daunt

25k, 1/1, Sterek, Fox!Stiles, Getting Together, Beautiful Illustrations, Hurt/Comfort, Magic, Romance

The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family's lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch's ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.

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I won't waste much time rolling the red carpet out, but please do check out the rules and know that these daily prompts are completely optional! Let your shippy thoughts go wild with Scerek this week!

Prompt List for Scerek Week 2022!!

Day 1 - Little Red and The Werewolf This phrase is commonly used in the Sterek fandom, BUT what if we change the characters to be Scott and Derek?Take that as you interpret it and write anything! Alternate first meetings, Fairytale AUs, anything that comes to mind! Maybe even switch the characters with Scott as the werewolf and Derek as little broody red!

Day 2 - Post-Canon Happenings Where do you think Scott and Derek would be in say 5 or 10 years into the future? You could even write 5 days after the finale if you're feeling adventurous!

Day 3 - Isekai'd Isekai is a Japanese genre of media that revolves around a person who is transported to and has to survive in another world. Generally these a light and humorous, but you can take any type of turn you like!

Day 4 - Growing closer As the seasons went on, Scott and Derek's relationship shifts. And a good chunk of that is offscreen. So this day is for writing any conversations or events that could've happened offscreen.

Day 5 - Unreliable Trip Down Memory Lane Rewrite a scene from canon, or maybe take another scene from another piece of media and Scerek-ify it!

Day 6 - Corruption arc // Stuff it with Fluff Play with some dark themes, sink into the sea of Angst and Whump, channel the deepest darkest versions of Scott and Derek. Or Jeff loved to hurt our boys a lot. Without any consequences much. So let's give Scott and Derek what they deserve. Rainbows, ice cream and sprinkles, cuddles, kisses and hugs, all the fluff, all the diabetes. All the tooth rotting sweetness

Day 7 - Dealer's Choice All you gotta do is write Scerek. In any situation you want.

Any questions, feel free to send an ask to this blog or to my main blog @domesticated-feral !

[sivan325]

Title: Derek Hale 2.0 Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Sterek Chapters/Length: 1/1 I 693 Rating/Warnings: G. Alternate Universe - Robots & Androids, AI Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski is good with AI, Domestic Fluff, Family Feels, no beta we die like men, Full Moon Ficlet, Tumblr: sterekweekly

Summary: “Stiles, you’ve got another delivery from Argent AI Company,” John opened the door widely, carrying the package and placing it near the wall, “Do you have something for me while I’m going to start my shift?”

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Full Moon Prompt #544: Chip Sterek Weekly: Pillow

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (13-19 Aug 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍 the rest of the Hat Trick Hearts series (SomewheresSword) - 250K Check, Please! - 15 years of PBJ domestic fluff

😍 Red, White & Royal Blue (Casey McQuiston, author; Ramón de Ocampo, narrator) - so annoyed by the movie I had to reread

🥰 The Fool in the Mirror (thepinupchemist) - 111K, shrunkyclunks omegaverse - Steve's Cap, an alpha with severe PTSD, Bucky's a vet/former SHIELD agent & support omega [reread, forever fave]

😊 An Act of Foul Play (Lady Hardcastle Mysteries #9) (T.E. Kinsey, author; Elizabeth Knowelden, narrator) - Emily & Flo & Flo's twin sister figure out who killed an actor during intermission. Breezy, silly fun like always.

💖💖 +238K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Memory (orphan_account) - MCU: stucky, 23K - great WS recovery fic

Extra Whip (Door) - TW: sterek, 3K - one of the best outsider POV fics, absolutely delightful

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

What We Do In The Shadows - s5, e4-7

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e1-3

Timothy Janovsky in conversation with TJ Alexander

Harley Quinn - s4, e6

Just the Two of Us: Celebrating Child-free HEAs (with Mary Robinette Kowal, Ann Aguirre, Beverly Jenkins, Gwenda Bond, Adele Buck)

D20: Mentopolis - "The Scattered Mind" (s19, e2)

D20: Adventuring Party - "In Space No One Can Hear You Cream" (s14, e2)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Re: Dracula - August 13: Between Me and the Moonlight

Re: Dracula - August 14: They are Just the Same

Re: Dracula - August 15: Glad and Sorry

What Next: TBD - Tech's Mask Off Moment

Pop Culture Happy Hour - The Hip-Hop Verse That Changed My Life

Vibe Check - Your Favorite Armchair Therapists

Re: Dracula - August 17: Fading Away

99% Invisible #549 - Trail Mix: Track Two

Welcome to Night Vale #232 - A Car Crash on Buellton Avenue

⭐ Song Exploder - Siddhartha Khosla "Only Murders in the Building (Main Title Theme)"

Re: Dracula - August 18: Very Sweet and Very Bitter

Re: Dracula - August 19: Rejoice the Eyes That Wait

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

my Liked Music playlist

Margaritaville

Rivers of London playlist

Relaxing '80s

[tails89]

Fanfic ask game

I was tagged by @rogerzsteven

What is your total posted word count on AO3? (Go to your Works, then click Statistics.)

400526

How often do you write?

This really varies. When the writing juices are flowing I try to write every day, but occasionally they'll dry up and I won't write anything for weeks or months.

At the moment I'm writing almost but not quite every day.

Do you have a routine for writing?

There is zero plan, zero routine. Sometimes I write on my phone, sometimes on my computer. There is no rhyme or reason. I write and hope for the best.

What’s your favorite tropes/pairing?

Hurt/comfort is just *chefs kiss*. Fake dating, didn't know they were dating, domestic fluff... all 😍😍

Pairings: buddie and sterek... but outside of teen wolf and 911 I mostly prefer Gen over any ships (don't get me started on how hard that is to find. Pairings everywhere)

Do you have a favorite fic of yours?

This is a tricky one.... top 3...

But it's better when it's you - sterek

Our story's been heartache and wonder - buddie

There's joy not far from here - sterek

Your fic with the most kudos?

Future looks good - sterek. Domestic but BAMF magic Stiles.

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

I wish I was more descriptive. I do struggle with that, making the words pretty and descriptive.

Now something you do like?

I'm pretty good at dialogue. I like to think I'm pretty good at finding the characters 'voices' and writing dialogue that feels true to how they would talk in canon.

Tagging: @fairytales-and-folklore @nutellarghh @princecharmingwinks @rosieposiepuddingnpie @ci5mates @fairydustedtheory

[mirrorthoughts]

3 and 1024 for the bookmarks ask? ❤️

3 is:

Easy like Sunday Morning by DiscontentedWinter

A domestic fluff Sterek story. Fitting for you, Auri! XD

And 1024 (great number btw) is:

Susceptible to Summer by apliddell

Another fluffy Story, this time in the Good Omens fandom. Crowley and Aziraphael after the Nopocalypse!

Thanks for asking ❤️