#writer!stiles

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Ugh, I love you so hard - I follow you for reccs all the time!

Hoping so hard you can help me find a fic that I can't remember much about at all

Derek and Stiles are having a sort of random/ sporadic [text?] correspondence - maybe Derek is a writer? Idk. Then Derek finds an artist in a gallery near his house (in NYC, maybe ?)and falls in love with the art and buys a piece after talking to the gallery owner, and BAM suddenly, the artist is having a full show at the gallery, and Derek goes to it and BAM it's Stiles?

Maybe you'll know this one? Curly fries and milkshakes in thanks!

Anyone? Hoechlin?

Hi @vtothefun! @wolfandravenrecs says it's this deleted one. But they had a copy.

It Took New York to Make Me a Cowboy by piratetattoos

[christinesficrecs]

Hi, could you please help me find a fic in which Stiles is a writer who's having massive writer's block so he decides to go on a spontaneous vacation to Tahiti? He meets Danny (who's a bartender there) and tries many adventure sports that Tahiti has to offer. Also, our resident sourwolf is his usual creepy stalking stranger who follows Stiles around and gropes him?

Stiles gets a tattoo and touches a tree which feels magical to him. Sterek as true mates who reunite back in BH near the nemeton. Thanks a ton!

I really don't think I know. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I know this one but it's actor Stiles.

Can anyone else help with this one?

oxcactixo found it on the wayback. Thank you!! 

If anyone has a copy to share please let me know. 

josilverdragon had a copy. Thank you!!!

It’s in the dropbox here.

The Awkward and Sometimes Painful Life of of Genim Hale by ship_sailor4life | 114.4K | Explicit

Stiles is a writer of gay erotica whose work, according to his Editor (one miss Lydia Martin) has gotten dull and boring. Lydia suggest's that Stiles try to LIVE a little, gain some new juicy experiences that he can write about and bring the heat up again. Only problem is Stiles is a bit on the dorky side and not good with 'living a little'. After a whole slew of embarrassing situations brought on by his best(sometimes!) friend Scott, he's given some wise advice and decides to take a tropical paradise vacation. All's going good and well, and he's got a major crush on his super hot tour guide Danny. Yet it seem's like he can't stop bumping into Derek, who, as annoying and brooding as he seem's, also makes it quite clear he WANTS Stiles. As in...wants wants. With the two being brought together almost by fate, Stiles discover's that Derek is more than he seems....WAY more.

[reidiot]

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

[bethsvrse]

me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???

[silentmacabre]

man stays baffled

[6ft-under-beacon-hills]

Scott: Motorcycles are death machines. I have three kids (Liam, Mason, and Corey). Scott tosses the keys to Stiles. Stiles: Are you saying my life matters less because I don't conform to society's heteronormative child centric ideals? Stiles tosses the keys back to Scott. Scott: Are you really playing the gay card right now? Stiles, looks at Derek, then back at Scott: Yas queen.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

“Please.”

Stiles stands there, chewing on his pretty crimson lips, pleading.

Derek isn't fully clued in yet, but honestly, the kid is kind of vaguely breaking his heart.

“Please, Derek, I'm really sorry about this, but please just—just don't say anything, okay? And just—let me?”

Stiles had texted Derek earlier, at 3.17am, presumably just before he’d set off from his house to drive his jeep to the loft.

Derek had been lying awake in bed, unable to sleep.

His messages had read:

> dude, i rlly need to come over. that ok?

And:

> ill let myself in if thats cool?

And after a few moments, in quick succession one after the other and before Derek had a chance to respond:

> and i rlly need u to just like. not get out of bed. presuming yr already in bed

> all shall be revealed

> lol i don't know why i put that

> and obvs tell me if any of this is not ok. ok?

> as if you wouldn't lol

> #sourwolf

> and yeah i know im being a weirdo but thats why you like me

And then, a few seconds later:

> right?

Derek had stared at the flurry of messages for a minute or so, then texted back:

Okay, weirdo <

About ten minutes later, Stiles had let himself into the building. Derek listened to the kid muttering away to himself as he rode the old service elevator—except it wasn't really himself he was talking to.

“God, I hope I'm not wrong about this. Like, I think we're close enough now for it not to be weird. I mean, at least I hope we are. I'm just so fucking tired, man, and have got to get me some sleep. Anyways, just—don't get up, okay? Or, like, can you get into bed if you're not already in bed? Sorry, I know I texted you this already, I just really need you to trust me. You do know you can trust me… Right, big guy?”

Derek's trust of Stiles was implicit.

When the steel door had unlocked and slid open, Derek smelled fresh, mostly unscented shower gel over the base notes of Stiles's own cinnamon scent, mixed with the very definite chemo-signals that indicated fear, restlessness, apprehension—and also, the strongest of them all; hope.

Let me.

Here, now, Derek still doesn't know what the kid needs.

Let him what?

Derek doesn't have any more time to wonder, though, because Stiles is taking off his sneakers and pants and is slowly, very slowly—as if giving Derek the chance to protest—climbing into bed next to him.

Stiles is now in Derek's loft in the small hours, in Derek's bed, fully under Derek's covers, with Derek wearing only his grey tank and black boxer-briefs and a probably terrified look on his face.

He silently thanks the universe for the cover of night.

“Like, you should obviously say something if this is completely heinous or whatever, but otherwise just—let me do this?”

And all Derek can think is shit, he's freezing, at the same time he is going into a some sort of dumbstruck shock because Stiles is now wrapping his entire sinewy, beautiful body around the entirety of Derek's.

“This okay?” Stiles asks, the air around them spiking with the smell of his anxiety as he Big-Spoons Derek like some human-shaped octopus, skinny but strong limbs astonishingly everywhere.

And he sounds so unsure, and so small, and Derek can't bear it.

Not giving the stoic part of his brain any opportunity to talk him out of doing this, Derek takes ahold of Stiles's wrist from where the kid had draped one of his long arms around Derek's midriff, and hangs on as firmly but gently as he can, manoeuvring them both around in the bed so that Stiles is now the Little Spoon.

“This okay?” he asks gingerly, mirroring Stiles because his own words are failing him.

Stiles says, “Yeah. Even better,” and his anxiety is melting away into something much more pleasing; something like relief.

Derek breathes out the word, “Good,” and feels a little dizzy and a lot amazed, and kind of like his heart is beating wildly in his throat.

The only reason he knows it isn't, is because Stiles says, “I can feel your heart thumping away in your chest, man. But, uh, I don't have wolfy senses, so… I can't tell if it's good thumping or bad thumping.”

Then he promptly stops breathing.

Derek resists the desperate, learnt urge to run away from this. He mentally shakes himself and figures: After so many years fighting monsters together, maybe he and Stiles can fight this one together, too?

He gives himself a moment to ride out the panic, then screws his eyes shut and, praying to nobody in particular, whispers, “Good thumping,” into the shell of Stiles's ear.

Stiles shivers and breathes again, but doesn't say anything else. For once, he doesn't need to. He just needs to sleep.

As the kid settles into Derek's bed and Derek's embrace and, hopefully, Derek's life, he smells like a mix of serene and content and promise—and also, wonderfully, of Derek, now.

Derek is a strange combination of relaxed and freaking-the-fuck-out because that's just the way he's made. His brain won't stop whirring at a speed of a million miles an hour, worrying about everything and nothing, all at once, and before he can bite into his lip to stop himself, he blurts out, “Cora says I sometimes dream-talk about Cajun Gumbo recipes.”

Stiles's only sighs, then hums quietly, his breathing already evening out almost to the point of sleep.

Just when Derek thinks he's not going to get any sort of real answer, Stiles mumbles, “Okay, weirdo,” on an exhale, and then he's drifting off into unconsciousness.

Derek settles then, and smiles into the nighttime thinking that maybe, finally, he might get a good night's sleep, too.

.

for @shealynn88, the bestest of friends. i love you and miss you always... <3 (unedited btw—forgive me!)

[jadezdominion]

Derek: It’s been you since the moment I saw you.

Stiles, hardly able to breathe: Yeah?

Derek: Yeah.

Stiles: Don’t let me die without one kiss.

Derek: How about one bite first? Then we can kiss as much as you’d like for the rest of our lives.

Stiles: *coughs up blood* Promise?

Derek, crying: I promise, baby.

Dereks fangs slid down and he bit into Stiles’ wrist. Locking his fate in with an ancient magic that defied all logical reasoning. The bite is a gift, it has the ability to heal, to bring someone back from the brink of death and yet, it doesn’t always work. He held onto Stiles like if his own life depended on his body accepting the bite. In many ways it did. How could his life go on without his anchor, his love, and his reason for fucking living? Why did he wait so damn long?!?

“Please pull through for me, baby. I can’t, WON’T do this without you. I love you.” Derek repeated this over and over for what seemed like days. Hours went by and there was no change in Stiles’ off grey color skin. He wailed as if he was reliving the fire, the losses of all his family members, the loss of his innocence, and now the loss of his reason for being. As he cradled Stiles against his chest and felt like it was time to let go of his own life as well, he heard it. The thudding of a heart. His heart that resided in Stiles’s chest. Before he could turn him he felt his cheek being held by slender fingers. Soft, warm, and ALIVE!

“Hey my Sourwolf, you weren’t planning on leaving me were you?” He broke and frantically kissed his boy. The kiss was laced with that ancient magic. It cemented their bond in a transcendent way. He FINALLY understood what truly living with purpose meant. He knew then that he’d never take a single moment with this amazing man for granted. “My beloved. Marry me? Please?” Stiles cried and pulled his face so their lips were touching. With a conviction he’d never heard before, he whispered, “a thousand times yes.”

[jessmalia]

stiles and malia playlist: my boy only breaks his favorite toys by taylor swift

there was a litany of reasons why we could've playеd for keeps this time i know i'm just repeating myself put me back on my shelf but first, pull the string and i'll tell you that he runs because he loves me (he loves me) cause you should've seen him when he first saw me

[goritevadu]

Just look how gentle Stiles is.

And how he touched Derek's ears. So gentle. Like some treasure.

He is so worried about Derek.

[mimilogoff]

Cant pick...

[gege-wondering-around]

can i just say that Elizabeth and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice are the old school version of Stiles and Derek?

Cause i will shout this from my balcony till it breaks beneath me!

Stiles (Elizabeth or if you want, 'lizzy') not giving a flying f about Derek (Darcy) cause this rich dude has no care for others and just runs on raw pride, which lead all his decisions. Which ultimately makes him look like the worst man on earth to Stiles' eyes, which is why he stays away from Derek.

But then, solitary man Derek will start to fall in love with this intelligent and fine creature (stiles) because he couldn't be more difficult to get!

Stiles doesn't care about society, stiles is sharp and of an intellectual awareness that defy every man in search of the tipycal silly type to ask for marriage, and Derek cannot stress himself enough about this sweet, pretty thing dancing around at balls and answering rudeness with politeness mixed with the most sublime undertone of confidence and assertiveness.

cause stiles doesn't care about money or status, stiles cares about marrying someone he truly loves and when he realized derek did love him, he felt sooooo ashamed of how judgemental he had been of this poor man who just wanted his hand! because derek loved him enough to forgive stiles for his harsh words towards him (cause stiles thought of him as a bad individual and spoke of it to him) from the past and was then a more genuine version of himself.

And as Derek and Stiles tangle their lives together because of friends and family, they end up as the most tight knot that will not be undone! especially after derek hear about stiles' high chin and firm words of 'i may not be engaged to him now, but fear i may will' that he spoke to Derek's aunt when she went to stiles to disagree of their possibile engagement

and what did stiles do?

respond to the rudeness of this lady with the sharpest and most confidence tone of 'we will choose for ourselves' which, when derek heard about this, made him go so out of his path to get stiles.

because they didn't know each other, then they did, and they fell in love. and they weren't going to NOT act on it.

(summary: enemies to lovers. which is now my new obsession- yes, i never invested into enemies to lovers, but now i might do some digging)

I'm gonna write a retelling of this so bad.

imagine.

this kind of pretty stiles (with a sharp tongue and pretty look that defy how his mind actually thinks and hides how much 'intellectual power' he has since, for the time the story it's set in, lizzy is an unusual brave woman who would rather marry the poor guy, love of her life over the rich, cold man with money)

pretty because lizzy is viewed as a very pretty women who is recognized as such in society (which dancy then calls 'the most beautiful women I've even seen in my entire life' after someone says she's not even that pretty)

who's personality can go from this ⬇️

yk, funny, outgoing, polite (sort of) and overall a wonderful presence to have conversations with and engage in sharing opinions and dance with during balls (in which her figure is gracefully dancing and all the other stuff i dont remember)

to this ⬇️

a wonderful undertone of 'f you with respect' and 'who do you think you are', who will also be able to undo you in 30 seconds in a verbal battle cause he has the intelligence and intellectual knowledge to do so and WILL do so without much regards for consequences cause he'll do so in a way that will makes it unable for you to bite back cause you'll end up the one being labeled as rude.

pared with

this angry looking fool, who looks more arrogant than anything most of the day, to most people (and even those who knows him talk very little of his doings, because he hides his true emotions and intentions. and despite pride being his fuel, he's still a caring man who is not talk about much if not for his money = they talk about his fortune and not the values he has, despite the sort of 'contorted' way in which everything is based on pride)

(which could also be older, but who know what I'll end up choosing when i write this - because yes, i love older men ⬇️)

who, ultimately, will look at stiles like this⬇️

because 'damn, you are the only person i want by my side for the rest of my life' and he wont be able to move his gaze elsewhere cause despite being an a-hole to stiles for the major part of theirshared time, he was still able to redeem himself by showing his kindness and actually gets stiles.

while stiles is like

because after pulling up the bad facade of 'i dont give a f about you cause i think you are rude', he felt ashamed when he found he was wrong about him but then darcy (derek) forgives him and he can't hold his feelings anymore and just shows everything through his eyes and the soft laughter he lets out when they talk cause he has still to process how much these two are gonna love each other (this, before they are engaged)

so.

I'll buy the book (cause i read a school fitted version of it), annotate things, write down some coherent line of plot and one day, I'll write everything down.

till then, I'll scream about this from my balcony, thanks for have come to this sort of tedtalk.

and this is for you, my sweet @dontcallpanic, i hope you'll like my little gift as I'm still working, rather slowly, on my replies for you 🩵🫂

[stilinskibaby]

early series stiles

PAIRING : s1-2!stiles x reader.

CONTENT : fluff.

is so protective of you, especially after finding out about the supernatural

is constantly checking up on you (have you drank water, are you sleeping well, etc.)

lowkey is always trying to hold hands with you under the guise of ‘i have something to show to you’

starts stuttering at you once he acknowledges his crush on you

starts having nightmares about you dying during the kanima situation

has you and scott over for weekly movie / dinner nights bc he knows it calms your anxiety

LATE NIGHT DRIVING JAMS,, him picking you up just to drive around and listen to music and sometimes he parks at the preserve bc he knows u like the view

helping you with your homework

him asking u for girl advice ( u r the girl )

THE BIGGEST GIFTS FOR UR BIRTHDAY ( you dont even know how u got the money for it )

tl:dr stiles is a cutie patootis sweetiepie

[star-stilinski]

your 110% carrying the stiles writers community on ur back

this is extremely sweet, allow me to introduce some wonderful writers that carry the load with me!!!

@obriengf @mysticallystilinski @daintylovers @sundrop-writes @murdrdocs

@stilessflannel @theinternetisfulloftrash

and there's this superduperuber cute teen wolf rewrite that @okay-j-hannah is cooking up.

thanks so so much for the kind words, go check these talented people out and give them some love!

[silentmacabre]

not the dad stance

[6ft-under-beacon-hills]

Stiles getting up from his seat. Derek: Aren't you forgetting something? Stiles: Uh.. Stiles leans closer to Derek, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead and then left. Derek: ..That's not what I meant.

Derek sighs

Derek, to the bartender: I'll pay for his drinks..