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anonymous asked:

Hi love! What would you say the top ten sterek fics you've ever read are?

This was REALLY HARD. Mainly bc it’s hard to choose only 10. Because I’m leaving off some great fics (which is why there are more than 10 on here :3)! And some I get mixed up bc I read them so long ago and near each other. (You can always browse my fave fic list here) But I’ve narrowed it to this list. These are the fics that really left impressions on me. They’re all amazing and deserve to be read and loved!!! So…have a TOP 27 FAVE STEREK FICS list :DDDD

1. Cry Havoc by ladyblahblah

In Beacon Hills, the two-year war that’s been raging between werewolves and hunters has begun spilling over onto the civilian population. Meanwhile, in Boston, when the tattoo on Stiles Stilinski’s back is damaged on a late-night hunt he begins to have dreams that lead him across the country, drawn by an inexplicable conviction that he’s needed there. When he discovers that Derek Hale began the war after his mate was killed, Stiles finds himself being offered a strange deal: figure out how to bring the alpha’s mate back, and peace talks can begin.

2. Where the Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

3. Pack Up; Don’t Stray by the_deep_magic

AU – Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

4. Our Memories Are Numbered by rufflefeather

Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he’s not expecting it to be Derek. He’s not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that’s coming for all of them. He probably should’ve, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.

5. Ad Astra Per Tentaculum by morganoconner

Space contains a multitude of different species, and Derek has seen and helped a lot of them in his time taking down branches of the slave-trade organization. But this is the first time he’s seen an Aloshrivnik. It’s not the tentacles that draw him in; it’s the goddamn eyes that stare at him without backing down.

“Stiles,” it says to him. “My name is Stiles.”

6. Part of My Melody by hayesgeneration

Derek is a professional classical musician who has found himself lost without a muse, without goal and without even a hint of spark. He’s almost settled nearly contently (if not slightly unwillingly) on having to live his life as a recluse, when his sister finally grows tired of his antics, giving him a Christmas ultimatum.

7. Littlest Alpha by triedunture

Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.

But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”

8. Holding Your Own Weight by zjofierose

Stiles Stilinski is the best trapeze artist west of the Mississippi, but that doesn’t do him much good without a catcher. Enter one quiet roughneck who calls himself Derek and knows maybe a little too much about circus arts for someone who was hired to schlep tents. But Derek has his secrets, and so does the new girl, Allison. Who’s being hunted and who’s being haunted, and will Stiles ever be able to convince Derek to help him fly again?

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stilesbansheequeen  asked:

dunno if you still want these, but 3 + sterek would be cute if you do :) either way, awesome list!!

3. “Do you even own a shirt?!”
Shirts Are For Quitters
Also on ao3

Stiles liked college a lot so far, it was freeing in a way that high school had never been and he had scheduled all of his classes to start after 10 so he got to sleep in. His only issue with college was Derek Hale’s allergy to shirts.

Derek lived two rooms down from him, always had his door open, and never wore a shirt. Ever. Stiles was convinced that Derek went to class without a shirt on, though he had no proof of that because they didn’t have any classes together.

They were a part of a pretty tight group on their floor, they all hung out in the common room after class, went to meals together, and went out together on weekends. In their nearly 8 months of friendship Stiles had seen him wearing a proper shirt twice. Derek even wore tight, white tank tops to pretty much ever meal which hardly counted as a shirt at all.

Stiles was walking home from class one sunny Friday in April when he finally snapped. He had spent the entire year so far suppressing boners when Derek was around, but this was just excessive.  

He couldn’t take his eyes off of Derek’s sweaty chest, with his stupid muscles and his stupid chest hair. “Heads up Stilinski!” Derek yelled as the football that Derek and Isaac had been throwing around got passed Derek and almost hit Stiles.

“Do you even own a shirt?!” Stiles said, his voice higher than usual and his cheeks flushed.

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hoechlindylan  asked:

wtf! you'd thank an anon for being concerned about you but constantly sass me for doing the same?? 😤 that is IT, emma elizabeth, i'm breaking up with you and taking all the mugs with me 😤

I can’t believe you are dumping me and stealing my mugs all on the same day??? What kind of person are you??? 

Except

now I kind of want a Sterek AU where Derek has a killer mug collection and he and Stiles are locked in an ongoing war where Stiles tries to steal them - like Jake and Holt in B99. 

By year three, they get together. Stiles finally manages to steal one mug - Derek is very good at guarding them - and instead of tackling Stiles to the floor like a normal werewolf Derek goes and kisses him to try and get it back, the dork. Unfortunately for Derek, Stiles is a very good kisser and he never sees his mug again (at least, not until Stiles is taunting him with it via snap chat). 

Stiles uses all sorts of tactics (although every time he plans to use Derek’s post sex sleepy haze to his advantage he fails because Derek just wants to be cuddled after sex  and what kind of monster would refuse to cuddle such a beautiful, sexy nerd after sex???? Especially when Derek does this thing where he kind of purrs and sniffles into his pillow before working up the courage to ask for contact. Like, Stiles just can’t ignore that. He’s only head over heels, you know.)

As the years go by, it’s a game they still play and when they have kids the kids help. Little Mia and Jay help daddy, dressing up in Star Wars outfits and yelling MAY THE MUG BE WITH YOU to each other before an attack (Stiles has never been so proud, even if this does always give the game away). Lily and Jack are firmly Team Papa though - they aren’t any better at defending the mugs than Mia and Jay are at stealing them (mostly because Jack always caves in and gives a mug to Stiles anyway because he can’t handle the pressure. Stiles and Derek always have to gives him lots of reassuring hugs and kisses after each game). 

By the time the kids are leaving for college, Stiles has half the mug collection for himself and even though he and Derek still like to play, mostly they give each other a mug on special occasions. For Valentine’s day, Derek gets his Hufflepuff mug back, and for Stiles’ birthday, he gets to have the pleasure of drinking from Derek’s special History Nerd mug for the rest of the year before giving it back.

The collection only gets bigger as the years to by too as Stiles buys Derek a new mug every other month and if Derek can find where Stiles has hidden it before 24 hours are up he gets to keep it in his collection. If not, better luck next time, Hale! HAHAHAHA!

To be honest, they have just as many mugs as Derek has books and Stiles has weird, magical things lying around. But that’s okay, that’s them. They don’t mind the constant ribbing from the pack and their family because each mug is another moment, another memory. Each mug is them and they wouldn’t trade even one, not for the world. 

“Well, maybe for the world.”

Stiles, please don’t ruin the nice moment for once?” 

“Yes, Mr Hale.”

“Oh for fuck - Stiles. NOT IN FRONT OF THE DOG.” 

anonymous asked:

Ok,so I read this oddly sweet fic where sterek is same age and in HS but like stiles had a rep for being a slut(i think i remember he was actually a virgin and the rumor mill or whatever made false identity for him)and he and derek were dating(or hooking up i dont remember too well)and it was weirdly cute porn and gave me such mixed emotions because der kinda slut shames for the first half of the story but in any case, do you know what fic i am talking about? Because I have been looking for it

This fic sounds vaguely familiar - I want to say it’s one of the Easy A AUs but I don’t know for sure. It does and doesn’t fit the description. 

I’m sorry, nonnie. I really want to read that myself (provided the slut shaming is actually addressed). Maybe someone can help us out in the replies below?

Something of a Surprise

Summary: Somehow, while Derek wasn’t paying attention, Stiles got really hot.

Notes: I forgot that I never made a separate post for this. Inspired by this post by fauvistfly​. (On AO3)


When Stiles comes up the stairs, he finds that every single door and window in the loft is propped open. Derek is leaning in the doorway between the main area and the balcony, and he looks pissed.

The loft is sweltering.

“Dude,” Stiles says, picking absently at the long sleeves of his plaid shirt. “What the hell?”

Derek rolls his eyes. “Some asshole crashed into a pole about a block from here. Took out the electricity.”

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(Super-fast idea, because I found this picture and after laughing at the Sheriff’s face for two minutes straight, the idea hit me straight in the face)

Several years in the future, Derek and the Sheriff are kind of buddies.

Derek is a consultant for the Beacon Hills police when any kind of supernatural crime occurs, or when they need his super sniffer in critical urgencies (Derek found the lost little girl almost immediately, while the K9 unit from the next town was still lost in the wood. The Sheriff was proud. They never talk about the fact that they had to circle the town in the John’s police car, Derek’s head hanging out of the window like a poodle on a roadtrip).

So the John and Derek sometimes hang out, they watch football match together, they have a beer, they talk about Stiles’ news from college. They enjoy each other’s company in a very quiet, simple way.

Then, Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills for Christmas, and immediately comes out as bisexual to his dad.

The Sheriff blinks, then hugs him. And that should be the end of it. He is genuinely glad that Stiles told him, and happy that he seems to grow up happy in his own skin.

John honestly doesn’t mean to search stuffs online, but he’s bored, and one innocent question about LGBT rights typed into google quickly devolve into following all kind of links and falling deep. Too deep.

He manages to keeps the anxiety at bay all the way to Derek’s home, and his knock on the door is barely frantic. But Derek opens the door as if he was expecting the Sheriff to be on fire, so John guesses that he didn’t control his panic-stricken heartbeat as well as he thought.

After a few minutes of assuring Derek that no, Stiles is fine, John is fine, everyone is fine, no Stiles isn’t hurt, nobody’s kid got missing again, Melissa is fine, there is no monster eating anyone, Stiles is totally ok, and getting a glass of perfectly good whisky from Derek (who apparently keeps it around just for John), John finally explains.

Because Derek? Derek is bisexual.

They have talked about it in passing several times. Derek’s ex, Jeff, used to be a cop in New Jersey until he got shot in duty and became a teacher. Derek spends some nights drinking at the Jungle and he glared while talking about shitty techno music. Derek gives money to an association for LGBT kids and go there to help sometimes.

To the Sheriff, it never seemed like a detail more important than knowing that Derek hates cheap beer or that he is a sore loser when his sport team get slaughtered.

But now, now it is important. Because the Sheriff needs someone with answers, precise answers, about things that he can ask directly to his kid.

About giant sex toys and trip to the ER and drugs use and STDs and biphobia and bullying.

He kind of blurt it all. Derek’s eyes look gigantic and his eyebrows almost fly off his forehead.

So that’s how Derek becomes the Sheriff’s mentor in everything LGBT.

It’s not as weird as it could be.

Derek answers all his questions as best as he can, tries to reassure him and, when he doesn’t know, they look for information together online while staying far away from certain websites.  

(all the while, Derek tries to ignores really, really hard, that Stiles is bisexual and apparently single. It’s impossible).

Then I don’t know.

Maybe the Sheriff brings Derek back home in the hope that Derek will talk with Stiles about all these stuffs (because he’s not sure he has mastered the details enough to give the bisexual version of the Talk, and also, the image of the gigantic dildo is still haunting him).

So they end up all around the kitchen table, Stiles looking bewildered, Derek resigned and awkward and the Sheriff looking at them with crazy eyes (again, gigantic dildo. And ER trips. Melissa works there, this can never happen to him) until they start talking.

Stiles knows all those things. Derek knows that Stiles knows. They talk about it anyway because, well, the Sheriff look kind of grey in worry.

Then Stiles finally understands that Derek is bisexual. And single. And Derek knows that Stiles is bisexual. And single. The awkwardness quickly turns to vague innuendo, then overt flirting, then eyefucking over mugs of coffee.

The Sheriff gets his colors back progressively. He wonders for a second if he should protest this development (the whole, 7 years older and a werewolf thing may be a problem), but really, Derek is a great man.

And he apparently knows how to use lube, condoms, and would never be stupid enough to use a gigantic dildo then lose it somewhere in his son.

All in all, he’s ok with the direction this whole thing is taking.

“Could you at least pretend enjoy yourself, there are a lot of big packs here that we should try to impress,” Derek muttered to Stiles as they sat through the third, no fourth, speaker of the morning at the U.S. Supernatural Convention. 

“You said I had to show up, I even put on a button down for you, but you never said anything about enjoying myself,” Stiles show back, “We’re in New York, there are so many cool bookshops I could be checking out.”

“I’ll buy you any books you want after the event today,” Derek whispered, eyes on Stiles. 

“Fine,” Stiles said, sitting up a little straighter, “But I still don’t see why Boyd couldn’t have come with you.”

“You’re my emissary and mate,” Derek said, “I need you here help with treaties and to keep the single wolves away from me.”

“You just want me here for my body,” Stiles said with a smirk, ignoring the looks from people around them, “I get it.”

“Shut up Stiles,” Derek whispered, his ears burning red. He saw Satomi give him an amused look and he started to wonder if he was crazy for thinking Stiles could behave through the three day convention. It was only the first day after all. 

“Promise me some mind blowing hotel sex tonight and I’ll be the model emissary,” Stiles whispered right into Derek’s ear, sending chills down his spine. He was in for an interesting week. 

krysylyn86  asked:

Sterek Valentine Prompt: Stiles is the romantic one, he plans the dates and anniversaries, etc. Derek decides that for this Valentine's Day he's going to do something special but everything goes wrong/gets ruined, Stiles finds him pouting, possibly in the middle of a mess. Stiles comforts him, lots of fluff please :)

This was such a fun prompt! Also on ao3!

It was ruined. Everything was ruined.

Throughout their entire relationship, Stiles had been the romantic one despite his typically flippant, irreverent attitude especially when it came to love and romance. He was the one who planned all of their dates and anniversaries, the one who arranged surprise parties and holiday celebrations.

But with their first Valentine’s Day together quickly approaching, Derek decided to take the initiative and plan something himself. And, of course, everything had gone to shit.

There had been a mix up with the flowers he had ordered, a few days earlier placing an order for a bouquet of pink orchids and carnations in a bid to get away from cliché red roses. But the bouquet that arrived on his doorstep wasn’t what he ordered. Not at all.

It was a bouquet of stark white lilies. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have cared much about the order being messed up if the flowers were for anyone else, but white lilies were Stiles’ least favorite flower. He hated them.

They’d had white lilies at his mother’s funeral, the sickly sweet smell of pollen filling the Stilinski home for weeks following the funeral. Once upon a time, Stiles hadn’t really minded them but now all they did was remind him of death. Derek couldn’t very well give a bouquet of them to his boyfriend on Valentine’s Day.

He had immediately contacted the florist company he had ordered the flowers from, waiting on hold for upwards of twenty minutes before he actually got to talk to a real person. They informed him that they could rectify the mistake. But he wouldn’t get the correct bouquet until the next day, the company swamped with orders due to the holiday.

He contemplated simply ordering a new bouquet from another florist but everyone he called wasn’t accepting new orders, leaving him stuck with the wrong bouquet. Groaning, he dumped the flowers into the trash can, deciding that they just wouldn’t have any flowers. Flowers were overdone, anyway.

The box of chocolates he had gotten for Stiles was wrong, too. He had explicitly requested all peanut butter chocolates, Stiles’ absolute favorite, from a gourmet fine chocolate company but it had still gotten messed up.

Derek had snuck one of the candies, hoping Stiles wouldn’t mind that much or even notice, taking a bite out of the little chocolate only to find that it didn’t have a peanut butter filling. It had a strawberry center.

While normally that too would not have been very upsetting, Derek himself actually a huge fan of strawberries, there was one big problem. Because there was only one thing on the face of the earth that Stiles was allergic to ― strawberries.

Like the flower shop, the chocolate company offered to fix their mistake, the next business day of course. Popping another candy into his mouth, making a mental note that he would have to brush his teeth again before Stiles came over, Derek tossed the box of chocolates into the trash.

He consoled himself with the fact that chocolates were a little too cliché, almost as much as red roses. Besides, he didn’t imagine anaphylactic shock was all that romantic.

With both the flowers and the chocolates discarded, Derek had to think on his feet, racking his brain for some other way to show Stiles a great Valentine’s Day aside from mind-blowing sex. He finally settled on baking a red velvet cake which, while fitting the theme of the holiday, also happened to be Stiles’ flavor of cake. But that got ruined too.

The cake was burned to an ashen crisp in the oven, filling the loft’s kitchen with thick black smoke as Derek fumbled to throw the brick of charcoal that had once been a pan of cake batter into the sink, ignoring the burns the hot pan left on his hands. Coughing at the smoke that soon engulfed the entire loft, Derek grabbed a hand towel to wave by the smoke alarm that had blared to life with a piercing screech that physically hurt his ears.

He had managed to ruin everything. Stiles was going to arrive at the loft, see the damage he had done, and think that Derek was an awful boyfriend. And he would be right. Derek couldn’t even arrange something for Valentine’s Day without screwing it all up.

He buried his face in his hands, trying not to cry as the fire alarms continued their incessant shrieking, his ears ringing painfully. That was how Stiles found him fifteen minutes later when he let himself into the loft with the key Derek had given him for their two month anniversary.

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Me with my (guilty) ships
  • Me: Eh what is this fandom
  • Me: Looks cool so far on tumblr
  • Me: Let's check out some of the tags
  • Me: Oh, this is a ship?
  • Me:
  • Me: Fanfic library:804 Headcanon Likes:3098 Gallery about to combust and still counting
  • Me: *Also starts to draw fanart*
  • and i still haven't even watched the actual show yet wtf

i-like-plan-m  asked:

I just sent in the lost fic "Sterek, magic stiles, possibly alive Laura Hale? Stiles does blood magic or something similar- he cuts his arm at the end and the blood forms a fox that he uses to intimidate the alpha pack into leaving" but I found it.. It's Incantation Ink by otter!

Excellent! 

Originally posted by dailyskyfox

Grounded on Living Skin by otter

(1/1 I 9,318 I Explicit I Sterek)

The tattoo parlor didn’t look like much. The apprentice who was supposed to be inking Derek’s new magical tattoo wasn’t immediately confidence-inspiring either.

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Progress shots leading up to that werebunny!Stiles wallpaper. I always like keeping WIP shots now just so I can look at them and weep

anonymous asked:

HI, I just finished watching Yuri on Ice and want to ask if you have some recs for figure skating Sterek?

Hey :)

Sure! 

sometimes fate is like a small snowstorm by  thepsychicclam | 8.1K

In a coffee shop two days before Christmas, Derek meets Stiles. Despite neither of them being interested in relationships, they spend an unforgettable evening together, but then part ways. During the following years, Stiles competes in the Olympics, Derek tours the world - and neither of them forget. Then twelve years later, two days before Christmas, Derek finds Stiles in that same coffee shop.

Take The Ice by  Hopeless ships (The_Danish_Biscuit) | 50.2K

To Derek Hale hockey was everything. It was the only reason he even tolerated High School and if given a choice the only thing he would be doing for the rest of his life. Some called him driven others called him fanatic.

Derek called himself determined.

Only one day a random meeting with a strangely fascinating young ice skater turns Derek’s life upside down. A odd friendship blooms between them and Derek slowly comes to realise that his life isn’t quite as simple as he thought. There might be more to life than ice hockey.

Breaking the Ice by  veterization | 15.4K

“I have something that will finally spice up your utterly boring performance,” Finstock breezes directly over the insult, still manically grinning as if the gears in his brain can’t turn fast enough. Stiles is still a little concerned with that last bit. “You’re pairing up with Derek Hale.”

Or: where Stiles is a figure skater turned pair skater who gets teamed up with has-been skater Derek Hale, and neither of them are exactly pleased.

take a step before running by  magneticwave | 7.3K

Stiles wants to win for America, okay? He wants to bone that constipated expression off of Derek Hale’s face on a bed strewn with American flags while Bruce Springsteen plays in the background and a bald eagle watches through the window with a single tear rolling down its cheek.

anonymous asked:

"I read not on the mouth and I got really interested in Voyeur Derek" - Could you help me find this fic mentioned by your nonny? I tried googling it to no avail! Thank you!

Right here!

Originally posted by doloresbulimicbreakfast

Not On The Mouth by gracefulally

(1/1 I 594 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles are in a fight. Stiles wants a relationship. Derek says he doesn’t have time, yet he stalks Stiles’ every waking moment. Being a typical teen, Stiles has urges and decides to fool around with a teammate. Derek oversees the frenzied sex and fallout when Stiles won’t let the other teen kiss him.