sterek + long distance relationship

A Californian Werewolf in New York by dancinbutterfly, knight_tracer (16,311 - E)

When Derek finally realizes that there’s nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home.

All-Inclusive by elisera (6,483 - E)

Stiles came alone to New York, to study under Professor Saeed and to prove that he could make it on his own, and he has. He’s got friends here, and allies, but no one touches him quite with the casual ease of his own pack. Nevermind the way Derek does.

I Should Meet You Because I Love You by derekstilinski (22,573 - M)

Derek and Stiles meet online, and then in real life.

I’ll Be Seeing You by thepsychicclam (81,489 - E)

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

Love All by tattooedsiren (47,602 - E)

When Stiles Stilinksi steps foot onto Court 8 at Roland Garros, it’s everything he’s been dreaming of for the last nine years, and everything his life has been building towards since the first time he held a tennis racquet in his hands fourteen years ago.

It’s kinda funny, Stiles thinks, that his first game in a Grand Slam (that’s right, he’s playing in a freaking Grand Slam) is against a fellow American. Hell, he’s a fellow Californian. Derek Hale is slightly taller than him, his face is stubbled and just as grumpy in real life as he’s seen in numerous photos and video coverage. And yeah, in any other circumstance Stiles might admit that the stubble and general sense of ‘stay the hell away from me’ totally works for him. But right now it’s just intimidating as fuck.

Maybe if I tell myself enough (I’ll get over you) by CiaraWrites (4,423 - T)

“Derek?” he asks in astonishment.

Derek’s frozen in front of him, eyes boring into Stiles’ like he can’t believe it’s really him.

“I thought you were in Russia?” Stiles asks because it looks like Derek is having trouble forming words. Derek’s been in Russia for five years. Stiles met him two weeks before he left. Stiles fell in love with him two weeks before he left.

“I- I am,” Derek stutters. “I’m only here for the night,” he adds apologetically.

Road Trips Were Made For Emergency Playlists by mysecretashes (6,850 - E)

Stiles and Allison end up at the same college all the way across the country, and every summer they take a road trip back home.

This is their last.

Somewhere In Between by amazingpages (33,029 - T)

Derek’s been letting his job dictate his life ever since he was promoted from freelance photographer to official travel photographer. In his five years of travel, he’s built relationships in countries all across the globe, yet he still returns home after each job as lonely as ever. When he decides to try out the pen pal site Laura recommends to him, he doesn’t know what to expect. Derek isn’t prepared for Stiles, a small town guy with big dreams of seeing the world. And he certainly isn’t prepared to fall in love with him. He has to remind himself that this is just a pen pal thing and not to get carried away. It’s not like Stiles could ever like him back.


Sourwolf Candy by relenafanel (35,701 - M)

When the Sourwolf Candy franchise offers a $10,000 annual scholarship to the school of the winner’s choice, Stiles jumps at the chance to enter. It doesn’t matter that the other prizes are a day with one of the Hales and a lifetime supply of Sourwolf Candy. The sacrifices are worth it, because if there’s one thing that Stiles hates more than Sourwolf Candy, it’s Derek Hale.

So of course he has to spend a day with the guy who made the catchphrase ‘Don’t be such a Sourwolf’ popular: Sourfaced Derek Hale himself. If he doesn’t, he doesn’t get his scholarship money.

Derek just wants a little sugar. Or a lot of sugar, as the case may be.

A whole case of sugar.

(He stress-eats sugar, ok?)

You Can Cry Wolf, But Stop Running by iamursforevrmre (16,615 - E)

Derek Hale is the third baseman for the Los Angeles Dodgers. Stiles doesn’t know why he has an apparent thing for third basemen and he has no clue why he’s even watching the Dodgers. He’s a Mets fan.

Hey you
Yeah you.
The pretty person reading this.
Yeah I know..
You don’t believe me.
But shhh
Listen you little shit.
I love you.
Things are gonna be okay.
You know it and I know it.
And we’re gonna get through this.
Wipe away those tears
Put on your pretty smile
Laugh a little
live a little
Love a lot.
But not too much
Not too fast
Once you know it’s for sure.
Go all in and don’t let go.
I love you.
I’m here
Always will be
Always have been
Open your eyes
And see how much I love you because I do
Clearly I love you
Clearly you love me
Let’s get through this together c:
I love you.
It’s late.
It’s been 2 days since I saw you and I still have to wait 3 more until I can see you again.
I feel clingy when I say this, but I don’t feel right without you here.
The ache I feel at night, when I want to curl up against you, feels amplified.
As if the distance makes it worse.
I know you’re coming home soon.
I know this is only for a little while.
But my chest hurts when you’ve taken my heart with you, hundreds of miles away.
—  Clingy girlfriend. (Me)
My lips ache for yours like a dry desert craves the water of a downpour.
Will my tears ever be dried by the gentle wipe of your hand across my watery eyes?
Will my hand ever be able to feel the smooth, light creases in yours?
The feeling of your tee shirt on my skin at night seems so far away, too far for me to grasp.
I don’t know if our eyes will ever lock, or if I’ll ever see your face inches away from mine.
Do I even want you? Do I want your love? Will I lust for hundreds of miles? Can I even?
Can a person hold a hand 500 miles away?
Can I kiss you with our lips so desperately reaching over state boarders?
—  by Me. I found this in my journal from a while ago and I hope you like it

UPDATE. Hey guys we’re hella cute♡ I love this boy more than the whole solar system. Week One was a total success. We only take selfies at fast food places who knows. Who even knows how we go out, as strange as we both are.

Whenever I’m away from you, every mile seems longer, every state line seems further away, and every highway seems to never quite get to where you are.
Whenever you’re away from me, I get envious of the passengers on the planes above my head. I know some of them are going to see their loves and it kills me that I’m not up there doing the same.
Whenever we’re apart, things feel much lonelier and I find myself staring at the bottom of an empty coffee cup, trying to fill the void with caffeine and the company of old friends.
Whenever you’re not around, I think about how terrible things would be without you and how messy my life would seem. I think about how you leaving would tear me apart.
Whenever you’re not here with me, I vow to myself to never mess this up. This love is different and special and I will hold on to it as best I can in these shaking hands. I will not let it shatter at my feet. I will love you for as long as I am allowed.
Whenever you’re away from me, I count down the seconds until you’re back in my arms.
—  Long Distance {EM}