a political match that actually worked out

Top 20 Sterek Fics 2016

Just like last year, we have decided to put together a list of fics that we read this year that we really enjoyed! So many great ones were posted but these are our personal favorites. 

Here’s last years list if you want to check it out - (x)

Have an amazing 2017 guys!

K’s:

Windows by dr_girlfriend (28/28 | 83,006 | NC17)

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

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I…I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Capes are Cool (but they don’t make a hero) by chantelle82 (3/3 | 7,068 | PG13)

The story of how Stiles and Derek fall in love and became heroes - to each other

Numbers by standinginanicedress (1/1 | 11,150 | PG13)

“I’m magic,” Stiles raises his hands in the air and puts on a serious facial expression. “I have the sixth sense.”

“The sixth sense, huh? Is that what they’re calling bullshit these days?”

Stiles’ lips purse down hard, but he still smirks. Derek wonders if there’s any single facial expression that Stiles can make that isn’t in some way at least slightly amused, whether at himself or the expense of others. “Non-believers aren’t welcome at my table, Derek.”

It’s Too Early For This by thepsychicclam (1/1 | 4,966 | PG13)

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

Hale Construction by Mynuet (1/1 | 8,342 | G)

Derek gets a business and a home. Stiles gets his own Batman. The sheriff gets hash browns. The Stilinski household is expanded without anyone quite talking about it.

A’s:

A Heart is a Heavy Burden by lielabell (13/13 | 41,242 | PG13)

In Which Stiles: is accosted by unhappy witches, becomes friends with fire demons, is rescued by darkly handsome wizards, discovers hidden inner depths, is introduced to princes, and finds true love. Though not necessarily in that order.

(Or the Howl’s Moving Castle AU fusion fic you never knew you wanted but are delighted to have.)

French Silk Pie, Baby by KuriKuri (1/1 | 2,649 | PG13)

“See, your angel of a sister - ” Derek scoffs. Cora hasn’t been an angel since she was five months old. “ - agreed to date me, because my visa is about to expire and - ”

“I’d have to marry you for that, dumbass,” Cora butts in, rolling her eyes.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t marry me to keep me in the country?” Stiles asks, sounding mildly offended.

“Hell no,” Cora snorts, earning her a wounded look from Stiles.

Twice in a Lifetime (AKA The Importance of Snuggle Buddies) by normalcatbehaviour (1/1 | 1,761 | G)

It takes him a while to actually notice it’s not just Stiles sprawled across their couch, but to be fair to him, he isn’t really thinking about anything but finally getting some sleep and maybe liberating one of the cookies that Stiles thinks are well hidden behind the microwave. He’s half way to covering the boys up with a blanket when he finally notices.

That is definitely not Scott McCall.

It is in fact definitely Derek Hale. Derek Hale the 26 year old. Who his son is currently lying on, head tucked under Derek’s chin, Derek’s hands clenched in the back of his t-shirt.

“Um,” the Sheriff says. He wasn’t prepared for this.

tongue of dog and blind-worm’s sting by Zercalo (7/7 | 51,909 | NC17)

In order to keep the identity of the teacher he’s been seeing a secret, Derek’s been withdrawing from his pack and family. Cora, frustrated with his alienation and a little lonely, clings to the first nonjudgmental person who offers companionship – which happens to be that odd Muggleborn Revenclaw who’s always hanging around the Gryffindor common room.

She hasn’t befriended Stiles for Derek’s sake, but Derek just might reap the benefits anyway - if he pulls his head out of his ass and quit the stupid self-sacrificing act.

No Homo by RemainNameless (11/11 | 84,064 | NC17)

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

Kass’:

Filter Out the Starlight by skoosiepants (1/1 | 12,238 | PG13)

“Why are you not more curious about me?” Stiles says when Derek’s got the door half open, sun spilling over the dark wood, dust motes spinning about his legs. Stiles is wearing fabric that hasn’t been invented yet, he’s clutching a smart phone to his chest, and he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel.

Softly, Derek says, “We all have our secrets,” and closes the door.

Or-

A heartbroken Stiles accidentally travels back in time to find his one true love. A harlequin-ish Christmas romance.

Regression to the Mean by theroguesgambit (1/1 | 16,546 | R)

There aren’t really words for this. “Sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.

Prompt: In the aftermath of 3B, Stiles and Derek learn to trust, learn to fuck, and learn to love themselves, each other, and their pack.

I Breathe Disaster by TamzStripped (12/12 | 84,946 | NC17)

“No. I’m not doing it. You can’t make me, Scott.”

“Don’t be such a wuss. You don’t want to die, do you? This is the only way to keep you safe from the Alpha pack.”

“Why not Danny? He’s actually gay, kind of adorable, and doesn’t look at me like he wants to shut me up…with his teeth.” Stiles threw his arms out in front of him, Scott shook his head for the thousandth time. “Why not?”

or

How Stiles went from hating Derek, to wanting to cuddle him, to hating him again, to kissing his boo-boo’s, to waxing poetic, then finally laying his life on the line to save him. Funny how things turn out.

Don’t You Wanna Be My Sky? by WhoNatural (1/1 | 9,420 | G)

Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.

He just didn’t have the tan.

(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)

Mauve by bleep0bleep (1/1 | 7,380 | NC17)

It’s been ten years since he’s seen Derek Hale, but Stiles would recognize that ass anywhere.

Tine’s:

The Fixer and the First Son by ebjameston (10/10 | 47,625 | PG13)

“You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.”

“George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.”

(Stiles is a political fixer. Derek is the president’s son. I’ve been watching too much Scandal.)

Part 1 of Stilinski & Associates

steal my breath away by stilinskisparkles (1/1 | 4,454 | PG13)

This is the worst organised robbery I’ve ever seen,” Derek comments as he begrudgingly does as he’s told.

“Nobody asked you,” Stiles huffs.

Home by TheTypewriterGirl (17/18 | 160,430 | PG13)

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Sowing Season by WeAreTheCyclones (28/? | 177,873 | R)

Just a bunch of kids doing teenage stuff: starting bands and terrorizing teachers and hurting like hell and falling for each other. The usual.

Part 3 of Play Crack the Sky

The Circus at the End of the World by mikkimouse (25/25 | 91,049 | NC17)

Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.

Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale’s Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can’t). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.

It’s a quiet life…until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.

The circus has something Stiles needs—a ticket into the Haven of Santa Francesca. His father has been abducted, and Stiles is determined to get him back no matter what he has to do.

But Stiles has another secret, one that puts him and every member of the circus in danger. And if he’s not careful, it could get them all killed.

I just realized that the top three are still playing the game.

Ru hasn’t crowned the winner yet. Their “post” Drag Race stuff is going to matter. And I’ve never thought of it like this before!

Just kind of thinking out loud here:

The season was filmed ages ago when the world was a different place. If Sasha is in the top 3 how will the current political and global climate effect her chances?

Sasha is politically aware queen who is not just an intellectual but has an actual pedigree of academia and who also happens to be a queer Jewish person of Russian descent who has actually done scholarly work in Russia about queer issues. Could they even dream up a better match if they’re looking to make a statement on their new 2017 VH1 platform?

Bob won last season as a loud and outspoken activist for social issues. Their drag could not be more different and they as people are also very different but will Bob winning last season hurt Sasha’s chances this season? Or will Ru want to build on that? Going from a boisterous man in a wig and a dress to a soft spoken genderqueer artist? Not as a replacement but as a counterpoint.

They’ve already used Sasha’s voiceovers on two separate occasions as narrative wrap up for two very significant issues because she spoke so eloquently on the subjects. Will Ru want to take it a step further and give Sasha larger platforms and the weight of the title? The season 9 promo talked about the times we’re living in.The ship has already sailed on a comedy queen taking it home as a counter balance.

teddy-the-yeti  asked:

Hello there~ I was wondering if thou could recommend me any long sterek fics? The longer the better~~ :3

Over 50 Sterek recs over 50k

  • Play It Again by metisket (T, 63k) In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself. “Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”
  • What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm (E, 119k) There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. There’s something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.
  • Stand Fast In Your Enchantments by DevilDoll (E, 77k) ”Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.
  • Cornerstone by Vendelin (E, 83k) Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else. [gay!Stiles]
  • Not As Described by febricant (M, 81k) Stiles may have made a huge mistake.
  • Stilinski & Associates by ebjameston (T, 148k) “You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.” “George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.” [closeted and gay!Derek, bi!Stiles]
  • No Homo by RemainNameless (E, 84k) Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos + 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”. Derek is the fool who replies.
  • There’s Monsters At Home by calrissian18 (E, 84k) “How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many. The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”Derek despised him.
  • Kindred Spirits by Stoney (E, 104k) Anne of Green Gables/Teen Wolf AU. Stiles is the adopted son of the Sheriff, brought to Beacon Hills to hopefully stay for good. A family, a best friend, school, Jackson as Josie Pye (because who else could he be?) and the mystery of a dark haired, green-eyed boy which leads Stiles to discovering a secret within himself.

Keep reading

July ‘15. Stuff I read this month. A List of officially documented awesome political lovey dovey-ness. Seriously love this trope! Neeeed more! Ah patriotism

First Sons:

I don’t know why I haven’t found this sooner or where it’s been my whole life bc it’s beyondddd amazing: 

The Fixer and The First Son by ebjameston (10/10 | 46,625 | Teen) 

“You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.”

“George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.”

(Stiles is a political fixer. Derek is the president’s son. I’ve been watching too much Scandal.)

It should be against the law to have this many tropes in one fabulous story: 

Bite Down Hard by KuriKuri (1/1 | 25,730 | Explicit) 

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.

Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –

– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.

Shit.

(Or: In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.)

Loved reading this again. It’s fricken perfect. warning* locked on ao3: 

A Strong Heart and a Nerve of Steel by lupinus, uraneia (1/1 | 21,285 | Explicit)

Stiles and Derek wake up married in Vegas. Well, they would have if it was legal.

In which Stiles is the president’s son, Derek is his bodyguard, and Papa President orders them to pretend to be in love for the sake of gay rights.

Or in which uraniea and lupinus combine meeting the Hales, President Papa, waking up married, fake/pretend relationship, First Boy Stiles, and bodyguard Derek into one fic.’

so much drama for yo mama: 

First Son, Last Change by elephantfootprints (10/10 | 58,549 | Mature) 

When First Son Stiles Stilinski, beloved public figure and the bane of his private security team, goes missing without a trace, ex-security officer Derek Hale finds himself tangled up in the world of Argent Security, a world he was forced out of when rumours abounded that he was sleeping with his charges.

There’s no leads, no time and no way Derek is going to rest until Stiles has been brought home safely.

college au and  cute misunderstandings. really cute cute: 

Hale to the Chief by LadyLazarus (1/1 | 14,403 | Explicit)

First Son Stiles Stilinski thought college back home in Beacon Hills would be the best thing ever.

That is, until he realized that he’d be stuck with Derek Hale as his roommate the entire year.


Other Important Sons:

Not the president’s son but governor’s son. super high quality PWP. Super hot! *warning underage:

Please remember to buckle up by spazgardian (1/1 | 4,300 | Explicit)

Stiles is the son of a well-known, respected politician. Derek is the only bodyguard to last more than three months with him. He really should have quit while he was ahead.

Not the president’s son but the district attorney’s son and this is a classic: 

Strike Softly (Away From The Body) by qhuinn (1/1 | 34,524 | Explicit) 

 Derek is a bodyguard and Stiles his spoiled, resistant client.

Not the president’s son but potential president’s son. Awesome  PWP! 

The Werewolf Kennedys by vaenes (1/1 | 3,346 | Explicit) 

Fifteen years ago, when Talia won the Senate seat that had been recently vacated by her father, the first supernatural member of Congress, the Post ran a headline calling the Hales “the werewolf Kennedys”. The backlash was immediate. Supernatural activists decried the label of otherness, while pro-hunter groups scoffed at the comparison in the first place. The Hales themselves were conspicuously silent over the controversy, save for Talia’s brother Peter’s proclamation, during his Florida gubernatorial campaign a few years later, that “it’d be more accurate to call the Kennedys ‘the human Hales.’”


Other Politics-related Sterek fics: 

PERFECTION: 

Political Animals by waketosleep (1/1 | 5,422 | Mature) 

Elect Martin for Governor: She’s Smarter Than You

Ughhhh kill me, so amazinggg: 

Politics of a Scandal by qhuinn (1/1 | 17,097 | Explicit) 

[…] The one where Stiles is the hottest new media consultant in the business and Laura Hale desperately needs his services. She’s about to launch a campaign for Governor of California and her brother, Derek, is a media nightmare waiting to happen.

Imagine if Scott was president forreal tho!: 

Mr. President or: How Stiles Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Governor by cyfarwydd (1/1 | 2,126 | Teen)  

Stiles really didn’t know how Scott became president, and he’d swear to that up, down, and sideways until the day he died.


Werewolf Rights: 

Excellent!:  

Derek Hale, Werewolf Activist by eledhwenlin, wolveheart (1/1 | 10,504 | Gen) 

Laura makes Derek hire an assistant. It doesn’t go according to plan:

Derek should’ve known that letting Erica handle the interviews wasn’t a good idea.

“Please repeat that,” he tells Erica. “Because I think I misheard. You hired a human as my personal assistant.”

Erica just grins. “He’s cute, you’ll like him.”

This is so well done!: 

Roundtable by Mynuet (1/1 | 7,245 | Teen) 

Stiles jumped at the chance for national exposure as a journalist by hosting a panel on werewolf rights. He was insufficiently prepared for dealing with rabid anti-werewolf partisans, and definitely unprepared for the unparalleled hotness of Professor Derek Hale, werewolf rights activist.


Gay Rights: 

Love stays winning!: 

run down my heart by bleepobleep (1/1 | 2,376 | Teen) 

It doesn’t help that Derek’s also ridiculously smart, sharp and quick with his research, and he’s got this dry humor that no one else gets but Stiles thinks is kind of hilarious. He doesn’t laugh, though, because it would ruin his reputation. He hates Derek, after all, his rival. Stiles hates him, from his hair gel to his shiny expensive dress shoes. Everyone knows you’re supposed to wear running shoes with your work clothes, because the interns always run the court ruling news to the press.

Somehow Stiles and Derek always end up head-to-head during the these runs.

Be still my heart!!: 

That One Time Deputy Stilinski Went To A Pride Festival (And Kissed The Organizer) by bravobeavo 

If anyone had told Stiles that when he accompanied his dad to contain a protest by the local church against the pride festival being held in downtown Beacon Hills that he’d end up mackin’ on a random guy who turned out to be his ex babysitter turned sexy university professor he probably wouldn’t have believed them. Probably. Especially if they included the part where he gets a date out of it in the end.

LOVED the video and LOVE this: 

This Hot Cop by SCS12 (1/1 | 1074 | Gen.) 

Stiles is marching in the NYC Pride Parade just a few days after the Supreme Court decision in Obergefell v. Hodges when he comes upon a cop and gets the urge to dance.

ETA this awesome gem:

*Lips Pressed Close To Mine by alexenglish (1/1 | 1,232 | NR) 

“Maybe not any homophobe, but a mass gathering of homophobes who quote the First Amendment and the bible to spew hatred? I can get my panties in a bunch over that all I want.”

“Whoa, panties?”

Anyway, this ship needs more politcal au for me to read. #Sterek4Prez2k16<3 

fic recs for a lazy sunday

with metal on our tongues (we’ll be dressed in rags) **** by Rena
wordcount: 18,848
rating: NC-17
summary: Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6’s new quartermaster. It’s cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor’s legacy and make Stiles’ life more difficult.

AKA the one where Derek is 007 and Stiles is Q and they bitch and angst their way to a Happy Ending.


The Fixer and the First Son *** by ebjameston
wordcount: 47,614
rating: PG-13
summary: “You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly.
“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.”

“George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.”

(Stiles is a political fixer. Derek is the president’s son. I’ve been watching too much Scandal.)


Hunger For Your Touch *** by WhoNatural
wordcount: 42,066
rating: NC-17
summary: “I got you, my dad, a gorgeous home… a freaking cat… Guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
It does.


Chasing the Horizon *** by stilinski
wordcount: 33,736
rating: NC-17
summary: Stiles nearly laughs and for a moment, he sits there trying to think of anything to say. “It’s been a good year,” he croaks at long last. “I got you back–I got you back and I was so scared I’d lose you, you know? I got out there; I backpacked across half of Europe with my best friends - I got to see the never less than perfectly composed Lydia Martin after a few days without showers or real beds. Scott and Allison got married, dad. I made a speech.”

The Sheriff’s expression softens and he smiles, reaching up and clapping Stiles’ shoulder. “You did. I was there. You had Melissa, Scott and Allison in tears.”


How Derek Met His Smallest Fan by purpleduvet
wordcount: 37,273
rating: NC-17
summary: Derek is standing in the fruits and vegetables aisle, trying to decide between two very nice looking watermelons, when someone small crashes into his legs.

or

Derek comes back to Beacon Hills after years of being gone and meets Stiles and his kid at the supermarket.


Under Golden Promise by calrissian18
wordcount: 7,009
rating: PG-13
summary: “You’re delusional,” he said, grinning, “and trust me, I know delusional.” His limbs were long and coltish and he didn’t seem to have expert control over them. His eyes were big, amber, framed with preternatural lashes and he had spots.

He was a fawn and Derek, a wolf. Maybe that explained why Derek was struck with the urge to devour him.


Screaming, Break Me by WhoNatural
wordcount: 4,918
rating: M
summary: “Look, I get that we were fucking around, and it was cool, and then I had to go ruin the fun by getting hurt. So uh, don’t feel like you owe me anything, or that you have to like, take care of me or whatever, because you’re not my boyfriend, and you don’t have to. I don’t expect anything from you, okay?”


sing me a song, piano man by bleepobleep
wordcount: 2,223
rating: PG-13
summary: Derek’s worked at McCall’s for three years, just about as long Stiles has been the pianist, and not once has Stiles ever sung a song about him.


lodestone by Ilassah
wordcount: 5,491
rating: PG-13
summary: “We could…we could be something, couldn’t we?” Stiles murmurs, eyes slipping shut. Derek looks at the IV line in his arm, the bandages covering his chest, his leg. His hand, pale against the hospital sheets, palm up. Derek waits until he’s sure Stiles is asleep before he responds.

It takes Stiles eight years to ask the question again. It’s okay. Derek can wait.


How Derek Got His Groove Back *** by WhoNatural
wordcount: 4,300
rating: NC-17
summary: Cora kicks him under the table. “Do you have the hots for the baby lawyer?” she hisses urgently, and Derek blinks at her, feeling his face heat.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s young enough to be my–”

“Younger brother,” she cuts in, and shakes her head. “Age difference excuses do not fly with me. Are you gonna ask him out? Derek, you need to do something about that.”

“About what?” he says, frowning, watching as Stiles sits down at a table with a group of older, lawyer-types.

“The fact that you’re both about one drink away from sex in some janitor’s closet.”


Camaro ‘68 by ZainClaw
wordcount: 17,707
rating: NC-17
summary: Derek huffs, arching one eyebrow. “I’m not a fugitive.”
“You look like a fugitive,” Stiles insists, practically beaming. “Maybe you should start wearing cardigans.”

In which Stiles is a hitchhiker and Derek a runaway whose paths cross at a gas station in the California desert.

anonymous asked:

do you know any good sterek break up fics??

sterek + breakups + getting back together

  • que tu m’aimais encore by magneticwave (T, 20k) Wolves mate for life, don’t they? 
  • waiting for you to say it first by paradis (T, 8k) Four months. Four months they’ve managed to avoid one another. Stiles quit going to pack meetings. He quit doing research unless Scott really, really begged him to. He avoided driving the road that led out to the turnoff to the Hale house, he avoided going to all the spots where Derek might possibly be. Four months, and now, here they are, standing in the Minit Mart, Stiles thinks, staring down at the grimy tiles. He can hear the catch of Derek’s breath, and he closes his eyes and breathes deep.
  • Lord knows it would be the first time by uraneia (E, 12k) Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.
  • Easy Trouble by Survivah (M, 56k) Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell. ”Make love to me,” Derek demands. What.
  • Taught By Experts by unpossible (T, 29k)  “Let me get this straight,” Stiles says. “You’re going to be publicly dating someone else.”
  • i have always been the storm by stilinskisparkles (E, 25k) “You’re all headed out to Oklahoma in a week.” Derek snaps his head up, stares at him in horror, “No, boss.” “Yes,” Finstock insists in a steely voice. “The NSSL have been on at us for a year about some decent exposure, and I think you’re just the team to do it.” “I haven’t done weather since college,” Derek protests.Boyd snorts again, presumably because he’s thinking back to the time when Derek and the weather last collided and he…. well, did the guy into the weather for a brief, wonderful, terribly foolish time. But, Boyd needs to shut up before Derek punches him on the nose.
  • Hello, Heartbreaker by astoryaboutwar (E, 18k) It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that. Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. 
  • no aphrodisiac like loneliness by thepsychicclam (E, 20k) Stiles is 27 now, with a master’s degree and a career and a house and a serious boyfriend and a life in San Francisco that doesn’t include Derek. But then Stiles unexpectedly shows back up in Beacon Hills, and Derek would recognize that scent anywhere.

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wayhotearp  asked:

I was wondering if you could rec some fics where one of the parents (Talia, Melissa or the Sheriff etc) is president please?

president sheriff

Bite Down Hard by KuriKuri (1/1 | 25,730 | NC17)

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.

Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –

– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.

Shit.

(Or: In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.

reGuardless by raisesomehale (1/1 | 3,521 | R)

The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job.

Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited: Never take your eyes off of him in public. That’s how he liked to dodge his last bodyguards. No more than an arm’s length apart. He’s more slippery than you’d think. Escort him to and from appearances. Intervene in any situation that might tarnish the Stilinski image

The list went on and on. As did the games of chicken Stiles initiated to test Derek with these rules.

First Son, Last Chance by elephantfootprints (10/10 | 58,549 | R)

When First Son Stiles Stilinski, beloved public figure and the bane of his private security team, goes missing without a trace, ex-security officer Derek Hale finds himself tangled up in the world of Argent Security, a world he was forced out of when rumours abounded that he was sleeping with his charges.

There’s no leads, no time and no way Derek is going to rest until Stiles has been brought home safely.

In the Line of Duty by DasWarSchonKaputt (2/2 | 2,880 | R)

The last thing Derek Hale expects after having quit his job in the Secret Service four months back is to be awoken by a desperate call from the President of the United States – the man whose son Derek had been charged to protect all those months ago.

Stiles Stilinski, the public’s beloved First Son, has been kidnapped, and Derek may well be the only hope they have to get him back alive.

president talia

The Fixer and the First Son by ebjameston (10/10 | 47,625 | PG13)

“You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.”

“George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.”

(Stiles is a political fixer. Derek is the president’s son. I’ve been watching too much Scandal.)

president melissa

Big Block of Cheese Day by raktajinos (5/5 | 14,446 | R)

Derek Hale is the Executive Secretary to the President of the United States, Melissa McCall. His life is complicated by his on-again-off-again relationship with her son Stiles. 

apoliticalclusterfuck-deactivat  asked:

Hi, I just found your blog and I am quite curious. Is that the real you or are you making a political statement. I'm not judging, I think the look works for you. I'm a 60 year old conservative but I do have a centrist social view. I believe people should be who they are and be comfortable in their own skin.

No that’s a fair question I think. The photos I publish of the outfits I wear are actual outfits that I would wear on any given day depending on what is going on that day (a meeting, brunch, out with friends, etc.)

However, do I always look super polished, well accessorized, have my hair styled, in high heels and have matching clothes on? … No. In fact, I just got back from the Vet’s office with my cat. I wore gym shorts, a tank top and my shiny hat, lol.

It’s always interesting meeting people who got their first impression of me via the internet. I think what happens is that some people see my fashion photos and assume that is what I look like all the time, but it’s not. Not that I am hiding from anyone or afraid, but I am sure most would agree that grocery shopping or going to the doctor doesn’t have to be a well dressed and super formal event.

In other words, it really all depends when and where you see me. Depending on what I have going on in my life that day, I may or may not look as good as I look for my fashion photos. I hope that makes sense.

In regards to the real me. I am the same person day in, and day out. Nothing about who I am, what I believe or my opinion is changed simply because I may or may not look nice that day.

Xoxo - Elliott Alexzander

Stilinski & Associates by ebjameston

Works: 3

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 148,497

The Fixer and the First Son

“You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.”

“George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.”

(Stiles is a political fixer. Derek is the president’s son. I’ve been watching too much Scandal.)

The Fixer in Wonderland

Stiles picks at a stray thread that his fingers find in the dark. “You didn’t see his face, Scott. He was looking at me like I was the answer to every question he’d ever had, like everything was going to be perfect and sunshine and unicorns from now on. First time Derek’s told anyone ever how he feels.”

“And you yelled at him,“ Scott says.

“And I yelled at him,” Stiles agrees, burying his face in the pillow. “Although, to be fair, four years ago he left me standing in a hallway with my pants around my ankles while a reporter taped the whole thing.”

The Fixer’s Glass Houses

“I’m building something better,” Peter continues. “B6-13 had become sloppy, unwieldy, subjective. I’m remodeling it into something superior. You could be part of that.”

“Yeah?” Stiles says, slamming the dishwasher closed so forcefully that he hears it reverb through the pipes. Starbuck barks sharply. “What are you going to call it? B-six-fourteen?”

The line of Peter’s jaw hardens. “I find it hard to believe that your mother tolerated such insolence when you were growing up.”

“You don’t know anything about how I grew up,” Stiles snaps.

Peter just smiles, predatory. “Don’t I?”

Matched: Ch. 1

Summary:  Marinette Dupain-Cheng is your last match, Adrien Agreste. No more second chances. In which Marinette and Adrien are paired up from the Spousal Act of 2009. Aged-up superheroes.

Word Count: 2142

They told me she was red and blue. They said she was money smart and cool, artistically inclined and a fabulous drawer. They said she would fit me. 

They were wrong.

I was green and gold, I was financially careless and mathematically inclined, I preferred physics. I did not want her. 

They told me to make it work. It’s your last chance at a pairing, they said. We’ve tried to pair you over and over again, but for some reason your pairs reject you a few days in. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is your last match, Adrien Agreste. No more second chances.

I tried. I was nice, I was kind. I was polite, friendly, and engaging, all smiles and sunshine. I pulled her chairs out for her, nodded when she talked, laughed when she laughed. 

Marinette saw through me.

“You don’t actually think I believe in you, do you?” she demanded. “I know you’re trying, but honestly, I believe that you’re better off alone.”

I froze. How did she know she was my last pairing?

“You’re frozen, nothing like what I’d imagined,” she continued. “A model. I know models, and they’re just exceptionally attractive people. But you-you,” she tilted her head, “you’re something entirely different. You just don’t care. Beautiful as snow, colder than ice.”

So she didn’t know.

“I didn’t realize that you were an analyst,” I replied. “Psychologist in the making?”

She snorted. “You know very well that I’m studying to be a fashion designer. It was in my profile.”

“I did,” I said smoothly. “Just trying to be nice, that’s all.”

“You wouldn’t know what nice was if it smacked you in face,” came the sharp reply. “Is mislabeling others what you think is kind? Because let me tell you right now that it’s not.”

I stared at her.

Marinette gaped. “I can’t believe they tried to match you with me. What kind of system is this?” She slammed her hand on the table and pushed back her chair, scraping the wooden legs against the tiled floor. “I’m done. I’m leaving. They can’t think that I’m your fit.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly ask for you either,” I snarked back. “And by how you’re behaving, not many would want you. So that brings me to one question: Is this your last pairing?”

She stiffened, then sent a poisonous glare my way. “It’s none of your business.” I could see by the way she tightened her shoulders and how she drew into herself that it was.

“It is,” I replied. “Because, you see, you’re my last chance at happiness as well.”

“Happiness?” She laughed harshly. “What happiness? Meetings after meetings, none of them going anywhere. None of the people they said would match me fit my personality.”

“Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough,” I suggested.

“Maybe,” she conceded. “But I can find my own happiness, and that happiness clearly doesn’t include you. I’m leaving.”  

“It does,” I countered quickly, leaning over to block her exit. “Do I need to explain it to you?”

She looked furious, blue eyes flashing.

“It appears that I do,” I said, ignoring her snort of outrage. “You know very well that under the Spousal Act of 2009, all residents must have a spouse to obtain full citizenship, and they must be married no later than the age of 25. It was created to prevent unmarried couples from taking advantage of child welfare laws, and to encourage people to marry, spouses are assigned to you based on compatibility. Six months are given to each pair to decide whether to marry or not. You can petition for a new spouse up to five times, and after that, you can either choose to be  second class citizen or marry the last pairing.”

I gave her the all-knowing look people detested. “So you have to stay.”

“Do I?” She glared. “I’d rather be second-class than tied to you for the rest of my life.”

“Really?”

She huffed. “Yes.”

“Truly?” I arched a brow. “No welfare, no insurance, no job. You’ll be practically a slave if you don’t marry me.”

She looked pained. “I know, but I don’t want to live with someone I can’t stand for eternity.”

“It’s not eternity, darling. It’s just some seventy-odd years.”

“It’s not eternity, darling. It’s just some seventy-odd years.”

Smartass. She could tell that he was amused from antagonizing her. Like a little boy pulling a girl’s pigtails on the playground, he just wouldn’t stop. And like the girl who was being antagonized, she refused to make life easier for him by calling the teacher each time.

Truth to be told, it was her last match as well. She’d already petitioned four times for a new spouse, and the system was already exasperated with her.

How many different people do you need to meet until you settle down? the receptionist had asked her. Most people only petition once or twice. Five times is almost unheard of.

It wasn’t that she wanted to sabotage her pairings; it was that she didn’t want her partners. Marinette already had the idea of a picture-perfect prince affixed in her head so strongly that any partner who didn’t fulfill her imagination was rejected immediately.

Poor Nathanaël had tried so hard to be the charming spouse she wanted, but she’d broken it off with him just before the six month period was up. He wasn’t himself, she could tell. And although she liked him, she didn’t want to be with a chameleon the rest of her life.

Ivan, bulky and large, was still hung up over the last potential spouse he’d seen. They’d gotten back together, she’d heard, after much encouragement from Marinette. She was torn up about the whole thing, actually. Why waste a petition to meet new people when you obviously weren’t over the last one?

Nino had been paired with Marinette as a mistake; her file had been labeled as Alya’s and his had been labeled as Kim’s. They met each other and had called each other the wrong names to begin with, then proceeded to confuse each other with profile references that Marinette had never remembered being in her profile. It took them a few minutes, but they figured out that there was a mistake. After that fiasco of a date, Marinette had begged the receptionist to allow her an extra petition since a clerical error had wasted a petition, but the receptionist only showed her the rules. Five petitions only, she had drawled. Errors still count.

Marinette had left, fuming.

Her next match had been Max, a video game fanatic. He’d been alright at first, but due to his tendency to quote player statistics (and his utter inability to talk about something other than video games) had caused her to break up within two months, petitioning for another match.

And now she was stuck with Adrien.

She’d never lasted until the six month period. All of her partners were flawed in some way she couldn’t accept, and she supposed that was a part of her character. But the only person she wanted to be her spouse? Not available. It wasn’t like she could go to the receptionist and say, “You know Chat Noir? The superhero who saves Paris with me, also known as Ladybug? Yeah, I’d like him please.”

Marinette sighed. She couldn’t count how many times she wanted to tell him her civilian identity after turning him away countless times, but she gradually noticed his interest in her fading in recent years. Marinette assumed he had a spouse, so she dropped the matter.

Marinette leveled a stare at Adrien. “Seventy-odd years in hell. Lovely.” She wanted to smack the all-knowing smirk off his face.

“Look, I’ll try to say this again: I need you, and you need me. So let’s try to make this work, alright?”

She sighed. “Fine. So why don’t we try to start learning about each other. Things that aren’t on the profile.” She settled back into her chair.

“Things that aren’t on the profile.”

I snapped my mouth shut. There was nothing I wanted to tell her other than what she already knew: my appearance, my age, my occupation, and my hobbies.

“I have nothing to say to you, then,” I replied. “You want personal, and I don’t give personal details on the first meeting.”

“I thought you wanted to make this work. We’re each other’s last chance, remember?” She tapped a finger on her chin. “Second or third meeting then? Just start with occupations this time to get a feel for each other?”

“Fine,” I muttered sullenly. I didn’t want to tell this stranger stories of my life.

“I’ll go first then,” she volunteered, smirking at my discomfort. “Born Marinette Dupain-Cheng, age twenty two, university student pursuing bachelor’s degree in fashion design. Has a fresh and feminine style, featuring light and dark tones.”

“My turn then,” I volunteered. “Adrien Agreste, photographic model. Pursued associate degree in fashion for the runway. Age twenty-two as well. Signed to Agreste Industries.”

“Hobbies?” she probed.

“How about yours?” I countered.

“Fair enough,” she replied. “Baking. Love cookies, especially ones with chocolate. Drawing, painting, cake decorating. Art was my favorite class in school.”

So she was artistically inclined. “I love science. Physics was my favorite class. Jagged Stone, favorite rock artist.”

She nodded, taking in the information. “Jagged Stone is mine too.”

I looked at her. Marinette was pretty with blue-black hair, cerulean eyes, and a light skin tone that complemented her hair. It struck me as odd that no one married her yet. After all, five petitions and not a single one attracted to her? Either they were blind, or something about her turned them away.

“So tell me, how come you’ve had to petition five times? Surely someone liked you.”

She arched a brow. “I thought we weren’t going for personal information?”

“But this isn’t personal,” I replied. “Usually the petition number is on the profile. You just chose to hide it.”

“As did you.” She countered.

“Humor me, my lady,” I drawled. I wanted to slap myself as soon as the words came out of my mouth. She’s not Ladybug, I reminded myself. Not the person I want to be paired with, so don’t treat her like one. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement at best.

“Forget I said that,” I muttered. “Just, humor me.”

“I was paired up with four different people. Two who didn’t fit me, and two that were mistakes. One was my best friend’s husband and the other was still hung up over his previous pairing. What about you? Surely your looks would’ve ensnared someone by now.”

“Similar to yours. They didn’t match me, and one girl wasn’t over her previous pairing. One girl married my best friend.”

“What was that girl’s name?” She asked curiously.

“Alya.  Alya Césaire. She married Nino Azoulay. Do you know him?”

“What a coincidence,” she murmured. “I was paired with Nino by mistake, and he married my best friend Alya. What are the chances?”

“One in a million?” I suggested. “That really was something.”  I concealed my sense of worry with snicker. Hawkmoth had threatened to mess with Ladybug and Chat Noir’s lives shortly before I turned eighteen, the accepted age to start finding spouses. I didn’t realize what it meant at the time, but I did now. Hawkmoth had hacked into the pairing system to sabotage my pairs. How else could I explain the utter lack of compatibility between my pairs and I?

But the fact that Marinette’s pairs had been tampered with as well-surely that was a clerical error? They were rare, but they happened. She couldn’t be Ladybug. As far as I knew, Ladybug had already settled down. She’d mentioned that she was happily paired a year or two back, and never said anything about pairs since. I’d assumed that she was already married, and had cut down on the flirting in response.

Suddenly, the timer on my phone beeped, jerking me out of my reverie. “It’s 9:30. Sorry, I have to go,” I apologized half-heartedly. “Previous engagements.”

She looked up. “No need. I need to leave as well.” She glanced at the untouched food. “Same place, same time next week?”

I shrugged. “You want to keep this up?”

“We do need each other,” she pointed out. “And although I think you’ll make a horrible romantic partner, you seem interesting.”

“Talking to someone who’s as beautiful as snow and colder than ice?” I threw her words back at her. “Same time, same place next week?”

She nodded. “Fine.” She left her share of the check on the table and left quickly, dress swishing around her.

I pushed back my chair and handed the check to waiter, then walked outside. Night patrol was waiting, and Ladybug hated it when I was late.

I dodged into a dark alley. “Plagg, transform me!”

skippyjumpsin  asked:

Hi Carrie! I know you have a master list of fic recs , but I can't find it :( I was looking for sterek arranged marriage fics. I don't know if you have a list of those, but if you do I would love to see it. Please and thank you! :)

historical (+modern under the cut)

  • A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse (E, 116k) ”I’m sorry, I believe there’s something wrong with my hearing,” Stiles said. “Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me.” Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn’t misheard a damn thing. After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war. Months later, there’s an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won’t last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott’s brother. In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.
  • Safe Harbor by helenish [part one][part two][part three][part four] [part five] [part six] [part seven][part eight][part nine] He thought—well. Stiles was kind. Polite. Insisted on a generous settlement for Derek in the prenuptial negotiations, stipulated that Derek and his descendants would retain control over the plot of land where the—the house had been. Derek had believed there was an understanding between them. After what it felt like to have his hand clasped in Stiles’ long-fingered grasp, the gentle brush of lips against his jaw, Derek had almost allowed forgotten himself, had hoped for Stiles to become forward enough to steal a real kiss in their few unchaperoned moments. He didn’t.
  • The Well of Living Waters by kalpurna (E, 30k) King Derek takes a consort.
  • and the wild things roared their terrible roar by hoars (E, 5k) Derek as Khal Drogo (but set in snow beyond the wall) and Stiles as Daenerys Stormborn (although he’s a greenseer of the Children rather than a dragon).

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Thank you for an awesome blog! Do you have any celebrity!sterek?

aw, thank you, anon! have some fic recs where one or both of them is famous

  • Play Crack the Sky by Derbobbs (E, 130k) Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014 “Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.” Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” SPIN.com – Feb. 2015 “Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale.”
  • Just Act Normal by zosofi (E, 79k) If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right. Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.
  • A Strong Heart and a Nerve of Steel by lupinus, uraneia (E, 22k) Stiles and Derek wake up married in Vegas. Well, they would have if it was legal. In which Stiles is the president’s son, Derek is his bodyguard, and Papa President orders them to pretend to be in love for the sake of gay rights.
  • The Last Song I’ll Write About You by WhoNatural (Not Rated, 2k) “So his face sells records, is what you’re saying,“ she says, and yeah, he’s been talking about the jerkwad for most of his lunch break, but that’s no reason for her to get that glint in her eye. “You must think it’s a pretty marketable face, if it can make someone’s debut album go triple-platinum in the span of two months.”

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anonymous asked:

do you have any new-ish fics to rec?? i feel like i've read everything in the sterek fandom and i'm going into withdrawals!!

for fics that were completed/published in oct/nov 2014 see this list

some of the fics completed/published in dec2014/jan2015 that i’ve enjoyed

  • Come With Me And Walk The Longest Mile by DevilDoll (E, 39k) ”Stiles shouldn’t accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores.” In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.  
  • Stilinski & Associates by ebjameston (T, 148k) “You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.” “George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.” [closeted and gay!Derek, bi!Stiles]
  • Melt Me Slowly Down by the_deep_magic (E, 20k) The last thing Stiles expects when he walks into Lydia’s exclusive S&M club is to rescue a sub who’s obviously been mistreated for a long time. His name is Derek, and when he awkwardly reaches out, asking Stiles to be his Dom, the urge to shield Derek from more pain is too strong for Stiles to resist. But Derek is still recovering from his past and learning how to set boundaries, so they have to take things slow.
  • my wings a hurricane by kellifer_fic (T, 20k) Stiles had been like any other kid growing up in the era of dragons. He’d watched the cartoons, the news stories, had the lunch box. When his screening at Beacon Hills High had come up negative, he’d been disappointed but unsurprised. His positive results were returned three years too late for it to be in any way convenient or cool.
  • The Weathered Shell by trilliath (E, 15k) The young man is standing with an arm casually thrown up to lean against the door frame, displaying his bare torso to advantage, his powerful swimmer’s shoulders and lean body pale with moonlight. His cocky grin, however, is fading quickly into a look of shock and confusion. Other than a pelt shaped into a sloppy kilt, his legs are bare too, despite the chill winds coming in off the ocean. ”You’re not a girl,” he says in a gently lilting accent that’s like an odd blend of all the coastal voices Derek’s ever heard, squinting at Derek like his eyes might somehow be deceiving him. Unlikely, given his dark beard and broad, well-muscled shoulders, let alone what he’s got under his kilt. [Selkie!Stiles]

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More 2014 Sterek recs

Here are some fics peeps might have missed this here but are definitely worth checking out :D

The Fixer and the First Son by ebjameston

“You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.”

“George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.”

(Stiles is a political fixer. Derek is the president’s son. I’ve been watching too much Scandal.)

Like Calls to Like by Ciircee

“So, I love the zoo, okay?”

“Skip to the part that explains why you’re bleeding and looking for me.”

In which Stiles pets things he shouldn’t and Derek does the things he should.

An Abundance of Dereks by antpower

Something went wrong in the de-aging process and now Stiles is stuck Derek-sitting not just one but a whole pack of Dereks. He knows exactly what to do with them.

But Then What… by Stoney

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn’t like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn’t attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

Maybe Someday (I’ll Be Home For Next Year) by ofherlionheart

AKA, the Grandma Stilinski fic. Derek Hale meets a Mabel Stilinski while living in New York. He learns that she has a grandson. There are miscommunications, scarves, stealth-matchmaking plans, and cookies. Many, many cookies.

#omegaproblems by subnivean

Stiles didn’t need an alpha. He might want one, though.

a good fever by joosetta

The final straw definitely came when Stiles walked down on Sunday morning to find his dad, Scott and Chris Argent sitting around the table, like they were staging some kind of intervention.

“What is this?” Stiles said, kind of wishing he wasn’t wearing his boba fett pajama pants.

“It wasn’t my idea,” Scott said, apologetic. “But you turned the Lacrosse pitch orange.”

Black Out Days by Stoney

Myocardial contusion: literal crushing and bruising of one’s heart.

There’s an accident. All Stiles can remember is how the handsome guy sitting next to his hospital bed makes him feel. And that the accident happened at a wedding. Which means…

Additional recs can be found here

dilfwolf  asked:

Hey, so I don't know if you still do this, but I've been super busy with school, planning things for various organizations, etc. and I've been MIA from tumblr for a while. I realized that I haven't read ANYTHING fic in well over a month...I don't know if it's too much to ask, but are there some fics that have been published/completed in Oct/Nov that you would recommend? I finished PCtS (because duh I had to when i got the email that it was done. f u skool), but I feel like I missed a lot.

Here are some fics published/completed in October/November that I’ve enjoyed:

  • The Fixer and the First Son by ebjameston (T, 47k) “You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.” “George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.” (Stiles is a political fixer. Derek is the president’s son. I’ve been watching too much Scandal.)
  • Unwind by coffeeinallcaps (E, 15k) Hope you enjoy your present, the text from Erica says. Payment’s taken care of. You can thank me tomorrow. “So you’re a werewolf, huh,” the guy says when Derek looks up at him again. His gaze drifts down from Derek’s face to the rest of his body, slowly, shamelessly. When it’s traveled back up and their eyes meet again, the corner of the guy’s mouth twitches up into a cocky little half-smile. “I fucking love working with werewolves.” AU in which businessman Derek falls in love with escort Stiles.
  • Hunger For Your Touch by WhoNatural (E, 42k) “I got you, my dad, a gorgeous home… a freaking cat… Guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.” It does.
  • untitled by matildajones (Not Rated, 6k) “Who are you?” Derek spits, standing up and away from the painted lines on the floor. The boy looks up from where he’s staring at his hands, eyes wide and looking slightly panicked. He stutters. “I – you called me. Shouldn’t you know?” Where the dead can be called and instead of his family, Derek gets Stiles who insists he’s not actually dead. Slowly his life seems to come together.

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anonymous asked:

Oh my god. I just finished Stilinski & Associates and it is the most well thought out plot for a fic I have ever read. You're an amazing writer :)

ah thank you but you’ve gotten me mixed up with thebestadventureever! who is an amazing writer, i absolutely agree– amazing, amazing plot. i’m still overwhelmed by how wonderful it was. 

  • Stilinski & Associates by ebjameston (T, 148k) “You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.” “George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.”

anonymous asked:

Heeelllloooo lovely, how are you? hope you're doing great. So I've going through your rec fics (it's feeding my obsession) ANYWAY i noticed that there is no Scandal AU like president!derek and Olivia!Stiles so please rec if you know any or write a little prompt. Please, if you can.

DID YOU SAY SCANDAL AU BECAUSE THERE DEFINITELY IS ONE OKAY– this gorgeous masterpiece is an action packed emotional rollercoaster, and it’s part one of a series, so don’t let the open ending of the first one throw you off because it’s magnificent, heartwrenching, action-packed, funny, angsty–

The Fixer and the First Son by ebjameston (T, 48k)

“You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.”

“George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.”

and the sequel:

The Fixer in Wonderland by ebjameston (T, 10k, WIP)

(not including the fic summary because it contains spoilers for the first fic, but if you’ve been following the series, here it is!)