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Originally posted by manculture


Play with me, alpha - Derek x Reader

Stiles Vs The new table - Stiles x Reader

Breaking in the beta - Scott x Reader

The beautiful best friend - Cody x Reader

The roommate - Tyler P x Reader

The special place - Dylan O’B x Reader

Not my alpha or my daddy - Peter x Reader

Fingers - Theo x Reader

The Wolf and His Kitten - Theo x Reader

Alpha’s Help - Scott x Liam x Reader

Self-employed - Stiles x Reader

Lydia Says Stiles’ **** Is Big - Lydia x Reader x Stiles

Perfect - Peter x Reader

Obedience - Jackson x Reader

Heated - Reader x Peter

What Alpha Wants - Scott x Reader

Boss {Part One} - Stiles x Reader

Boss {Part Two} - Stiles x Reader

Brother’s best friend - Liam x Reader

Stress Relief - Brett x Reader

Home - Derek x Reader

Lake house - Stiles x Reader

Mine Once - Liam x Reader

Make You Feel Good - Brett x Reader

Let Me Show You - Brett x Reader

Feed the alpha - Derek x Reader

Self-Control - Liam x Reader

To Be Posted:

The lonely beta - Peter x Reader

Mine - Isaac x Reader

The Captain’s Girl - Scott x Reader

Alphas and Blindfolds - Scott x Reader

Secret - Scott x Reader

The one that can’t get away - Derek x Reader

Home for tonight - Theo x Reader

Tease - Peter x Reader


Salt Lake Comic Con 2017 was a BLAST!

Esmeralda modeled by my cousin, @fairlyizzy, Kim Possible modeled by my lil sister, @asktheboywholived as Prince Derek, and I modeled as a Transforming Cinderella for my lovely friends: the step sisters. Photo credit to SLCC and Mark Loertscher.

 It was amazing being with all these characters as well as being a few! My friends and I won FIRST PLACE in the Group category of the Cosplay Contest with their transformation dress (that they made in oNE DAY) and we were so surprised and thrilled! I’m so glad everything worked out. 

Falling Slowly

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Requested: Yes by anon

A/N: This took so long to write because I was considering writing it as a series but here you go and I really hope y’all enjoy it.

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Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Watching the person you love falling in love with someone else right in front of your eyes, was hard. It hurt you emotionally and drained you physically, you watched as he absentmindedly placed his hand on her bare knee, he’d rub small love hearts against her skin, he’d whisper an inside joke into her ear and her giggles would fill the room. He’d glance at you, gulp nervously and shift awkwardly, removing the hand you were eying up and get back to what he was doing before.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, know of any good bed-sharing fics?? :-)

Thanks to you anon, it has come to my attention that we don’t have a bed sharing tag! Remedying that now. - Anastasia

Originally posted by geekmarianaloz

Bed Sharing by DarkAliceLilith

(1/1 I 746 I Explicit I Aiden/Jackson)

Thanks to Danny and Ethan, Jackson and Aiden are forced to share a bed.

We Have Potential by dragon_temeraire

(1/1 I 2,196 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

It Was All An Accident by entanglednow

(1/1 I 3,680 I Mature I Sterek)

He’s sure that some complicated law of physics is in danger of being broken here. Something about two things being incapable of occupying the same space at the same time.

the sloth to my tree by decideophobia

(1/1 I 4,661 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek doesn’t admit that everything about Stiles doesn’t just makes him weak in the knees, but melts all of his bones, and makes his heart lurch, and his head spin; doesn’t admit that Stiles makes him feel a lot of things he was sure he’d not feel again for a long, long time.

Scent Marking For Dummies by Hatteress (goddammitstacey)

(1/1 I 8,824 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles is almost used to being chased around the school by werewolves at this point. Having to share a bed with Derek freaking Hale, on the other hand, is just needlessly complicating his life.

Find Me Sitting Fireside by kaistrex (weishen)

(1/1 I 13,282 I Teen I Sterek)

With the news that an Alpha wants Beacon Hills for their own, Derek and Stiles are forced to attend a couples retreat at a ski resort to learn their enemy’s identity. However, the threat is the least of Derek’s problems when he’s expected to fake a relationship, share a bed and suffer through candlelit dinners with the man he’s secretly been in love with for the past four years.

Wolves In The House (Won’t Let Me Out) by otter

(2/2 I 14,542 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles gets eaten by a mind-controlling lake, Derek is fluffier than usual, and everything turns out pornier than expected.

You look like my next mistake by Vendelin

(1/1 I 15,194 I Teen I Sterek)

“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes.

His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to.

In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn’t.

Mail Order Stiles by Green

(1/1 I 17,489 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles laughs. “The day I become a mail-order bride is the day I eat my hat.”

“You don’t even wear a hat.“

“I’ll buy a hat for the occasion,” Stiles says. “A white one with a veil.”

(Stiles doesn’t eat a hat, but that’s just because he’s too busy with his new husband, his five children, his new husband’s ex, and a deadly feud with the neighboring ranch)

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband

(1/1 I 25,025 I Explicit I Sterek)

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

Dude, There’s A Wolf On My Bed by DeathsLights

(2/2 I 30,059 I Explicit I Sterek)

There’s a wolf on his bed….chewing on his pillow.

Stiles stared at the wolf. The wolf stared back, its jaws clamped around the pillow. The wolf is large, black and has fangs that he’s sure would tear him apart….shit.

To Each Their Own by SylvieW

(10/10 I 32,668 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles agrees to become the owner of a werewolf with some very special needs. Derek has been abused for so long he’s nearly feral. Stiles has to find a way to gain his trust before Derek’s heat, or he could be put down.

Sometimes a piece of sun by queerly_it_is

(2/2 I 39,603 I Explicit I Sciles)

It doesn’t matter how Scott asks, Stiles always says he’s fine.

Scott’s not sure who’s supposed to believe it, or if Stiles just says it because it’s what he thinks he’s supposed to say. They do this now. They break and bleed and fall to bits, but so long as they say they’re okay then none of it’s really happening. It’s a nice idea. Just stick your fingers in your ears and hum really loud.

The problem is that it’s not working, and Scott’s terrible at pretending it is.

I’ll Dissolve When The Rain Pours In, When The Nightmares Take Me by clotpolesonly

(1/1 I 38,766 I Teen I Stackson)

When Stiles finally managed to contort himself the right way without causing injury, he stared at the words on his inner thigh. And then he stared some more, long enough for the water to grow cold around him, wondering if this was part of the dream. Finally he decided that it had to be real only because his subconscious was not creative enough to come up with this.

There, in freckle-brown letters stark against pale skin, was the name Jackson Whittemore.

(Once in a) Blue Moon by clarkoholic, skywardsmiles

(14/14 I 60.051 I Explicit I Sterek)

  • Stiles and Derek are getting along, but they’re not a family, and they’re sure as hell not mates. Christ, they’re basically just two stupid guys who happened to get pregnant because of a full moon and sheer dumb luck. 

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq

(21/21 I 61,818 I Teen I Sterek)

“Carry me,” Stiles says.


“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”


“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

“Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.


Jason Voorhees SURPRISING TRAINING REGIMENT in Friday the 13th?

Jason Voorhees, The Powerhouse Goalie and the mascot of Friday the 13th. He’s known as being an overpowered super zombie but did you know that when he was alive he must have done some hardcore training while growing up isolated in the woods to become as strong as he was while he was still a regular mortal. 

Originally posted by horrorplus

Well after weeks of research and a ton of editing lets take a look at what sort of training methods Jason Voorhees did to become the strong man he was in Friday the 13th. 




Solar Eclipse Entries Masterpost

Entries for SWR’s 24 hour Flash Fic event based on Monday’s solar eclipse. In honor of the event, here are a handful of fics, drabbles, and not!fics featuring Sterek, werewolves, and the moon blotting out the sun. Thank you so much to everyone who participated (and to the moon for its inspiration ;P )

Read, like, reblog, and give these authors some love!

Untitled –– @halekingsourwolf

The first group of weres pass through Beacon Hills on a Thursday. Stiles probably wouldn’t notice except that he’s spent the past year and a half hanging out almost exclusively with supernatural beings and that… well, ok, these guys aren’t exactly subtle

veritatem sol et luna –– @1989dreamer

“And what happens then?” Derek asks Uncle Peter, wide-eyed and hanging off his sister’s arm.

Peter pretends to look down his nose at the eight-year-old. Derek’s always been more curious than is strictly necessary, but Peter loves him for it, even if he hides it behind disdainful sniffs and cocked eyebrows.

Must be the Moon –– @candybarrnerd

The pack meeting had been coming to a close when Stiles had brought it up.

“So, it’s still a while away, but there’s an eclipse coming up. Is that, should be concerned about that? Like, will anything happen?”

Untitled –– @nightlight9

Isaac is the first one to show up at the loft. Derek can’t say that he’s surprised; Isaac was faster than the other betas at figuring out how to use his senses, and has always been more sensitive to them. It makes sense that he would be the first to feel.

Love (And Belly Rubs) In The Moonlight –– @clotpolesonly

When Stiles came home from the grocery store, there was a wolf in his living room. 

Anchor –– @stacinadia 

Summary:  The solar eclipse is a special event where the moon overtakes the sun, and werewolves might lose control.

Gaining Power (headcanon) –– @daydreams-and-memories

The whole day leading up to totality, they have the ability to transform into full wolf form…

Swimming with Cthulhu –– @grimmypuff

On the sandy shore of a lake, Derek and Stiles set down their towels, a cooler, and lastly themselves. There’s no one else there, seeing as it’s private property, but also because everyone’s left the area to drive north to get a better view of the solar eclipse. What Stiles wants to see, however, has nothing to do with the sun, but what’s supposed to appear in the lake during the eclipse.

Pack Emissary Stiles (not!fic) –– @squishysterek

The wolves simply become anxious and troubled with the event, they can’t shift and the idea of not being able to properly be able to defend themselves and each other has them wigging out. Stiles is connected to them all, what with being emissary, and to have such an overwhelming amount of anxiety thrust onto him causes his mind to short circuit.

Untitled –– @yetanothersterekblog

Derek and Stiles were in the kitchen making cupcakes for the rest of the pack. Well, Derek was making cupcakes, Stiles was just eating the icing.

Untitled –– @originfire

A couple of hunters were making trouble in Beacon Hills by screwing around with the local supernatural. As they haven’t killed anyone yet, the pack decided to arrange a meeting in order to hopefully find a peaceful solution.

Untitled –– @seanconneraille

Werewolves have always been the most social of the shapeshifters and co, so they were the first to do the big gatherings many many years ago. These events were nameless at first, then people started calling them “Moonday” or “Day of the Moon”. Then 1969 happened and gave the world Woodstock and it impacted so many people that the werewolves started calling the eclipse “Werewolf Woodstock” as a joke, and it stuck with the younger generations who renamed it “Wolfstock”.

Untitled –– @artemis69

At eight years old, Derek has been judged mature enough to have the tradition explained to him. The tradition of mourning under the disappearing sun. The importance of networking and strengthening bonds with other packs. The significance of the tradition, the weight of generations and generations of ancestors crying under the same darkening sky.


Odette and Prince Derek - Friday of Salt Lake Comic Con 2017

Dress: @corset_crown_costumes (insta)

Wigs: Odette was Cosplay DNA styled by me and Derek was Arda’s Hansel in Spanish Brown

Derek tunic: Yours truly (me)

Derek boots: @asktheboywholived

What you are doesn’t matter. Because what you are isn’t going to change who you are.
—  Derek Lakes, Awake at Dawn (Book 2 in C.C. Hunter’s Shadow Falls Series)
Swimming with Cthulhu

Written for the FLASH EVENT: SOLAR ECLIPSE at @sterekwritingroom - and I do mean flash - written quickly, unbeta’d and probably more cheese than you need on a pizza… 

Thank you @artemis69 for the prompt! xo

On the sandy shore of a lake, Derek and Stiles set down their towels, a cooler, and lastly themselves. There’s no one else there, seeing as it’s private property, but also because everyone’s left the area to drive north to get a better view of the solar eclipse. What Stiles wants to see, however, has nothing to do with the sun, but what’s supposed to appear in the lake during the eclipse.

“I still think you’re asking for trouble,” Derek says, huffing a bit as he peels off his shirt and gets comfortable on his towel. “Listening to advice from old, musty books seems like a great way to die horribly.”

“When did you turn into such a pessimist?” Stiles keeps his t-shirt on, not wanting to add to the freckles he already has on his back and chest. “And when has a book ever been wrong?”

Derek’s response is to raise a single eyebrow. “Do you want the comprehensive list, or just a recap of the highlights?” Poking a finger into Stiles’ abdomen, he says, “There’s a reason no one else wanted to come. They know how this is going to end.”

It’s Stiles’ turn to make a less-than-impressed face, and he goes with an expression of clear disdain. “It’s going to end fabulously, after we’ve spent an afternoon frolicking with a mythical water creature that only appears during a summer solar eclipse.”

“If Cthulhu pops out of that lake, I swear to God, Stiles, I will end you,” Derek says. “You won’t have to worry about anything, ever again.”

“I’m not sure whether to be terrified or comforted,” Stiles answers honestly. “Come on,” he says, standing up and finally shedding his shirt. “I’m already hot, let’s go swim.”

He doesn’t catch the way Derek eyes him appreciatively as he reaches down to set his phone on his towel, but it’s probably for the best. Mythical creatures are still easier for Stiles to believe in at this point than the thought of Derek Hale being even remotely attracted to him.

It’s a good thing Derek’s a patient man. Mostly.

Following Stiles into the cool water, Derek can’t help but let out a contented sigh. The sun’s bright, the weather’s beautiful, and he’s reminded he has super-human strength and he chuckles.

“What’re you laughing about?” Stiles says, turning and looking at Derek, suspicion clear in his eyes.

Derek takes a step closer to Stiles. “Why don’t you come here and find out?”

“Did you get into the special wolfsbane again?” Stiles asks, but he moves to stand in front of Derek in the waist-high water.

“You wouldn’t have to ask if I had.” Grinning now, Derek grabs Stiles by the hips, picks him up, and tosses him as far as he can towards the center of the lake.

Stiles comes up sputtering and coughing, but when he no longer sounds like a drowning victim, he lets out a happy whoop and says, “That was freaking awesome!  Do it again!”

And that’s how Stiles and Derek spend the afternoon of the eclipse. No mythical water creature appears, but Stiles gets his own personal water-park ride in the form of a happy, hunky werewolf, and well… Smiles, laughter and being in each other’s company is preferable to most anything.

anonymous asked:

BETP can we talk about Derek Hale's sunday morning routine? Early morning riser to get the paper, getting coffee for himself and Stiles, blanket burrito at some point in the day...

yes gawd

here’s the thing though. derek’s not a morning person. stiles is. stiles is one of those people who wakes up because he has to pee, but then he can’t get back to sleep so he just starts eating. he gets up at sevenish, and then produces coffee and scrambled eggs (the only eggs he can make aside from soft-boiled on toast), and wanders back into the bedroom with them.

there’s something about watching derek sleep that settles something hot and firm in stiles’ chest. derek’s edges aren’t just filed down when he sleeps, they’re sawed off. he’s all warm curves and rumpled hair. he wakes pretty immediately when stiles settles back down on the bed with the eggs, but once he realizes it’s just stiles, with food, he relaxes again. he says hoarsely, “eggs? really?” and stiles ignores him, so he ignores stiles right back.

stiles takes the moment to look around the room. derek’s got pictures on the walls. they’re mostly black and white photos of cities, texted to him by his little sister. he also has tacked to his wall a wrinkled piece of binder paper with “date me?” scrawled on it, followed by stiles’ phone number. initially stiles had written “blow me?” but he ultimately decided this was a little more romantic. he was also pretty sure derek had had his phone number since 2012, but he couldn’t be too sure.

it’s not until nine-thirty or ten that derek finally sits up, beard and chest hair looking unfairly soft, hazel eyes almost aglow in the morning light, and begins to share the remaining eggs.

stiles had always imagined a domestic sunday morning. it wasn’t a wistful imagining; it was just a thought that existed in the back of his mind, like an acceptance of the inevitable future. it was going to happen eventually: eventually he would fall in love with someone who loved him back (probably), and he was going to spend a warm sunday morning drinking coffee and fucking around on his phone while his better half lolled in the bed, took a shower, maybe blow-dried her hair. he didn’t know who it would be: but he could feel the way it would feel. he could almost recall it. it was like a memory, but backwards.

he guesses the images are different, the actions not quite the same, the genitals shaped differently, but the feeling is there. it’s more expansive, happier, than he thought it would be. derek turning his head and looking out the window, tines of the fork still resting on his lips while he chewed a small bite of eggs: sometimes you know when something is right. you know the way you know when you gently squeeze a tomato to see if it’s the right amount of ripeness. stiles has squeezed derek and derek is exactly ripe.

once the plate is cleared of eggs, stiles leaves the bed to climb into the shower. he brushes his teeth slowly, and waits for derek to join him. soon enough, there derek is, still pulling his shirt over his head even as he steps into the stall. stiles looks at him, watches him chuck the shirt over the shower door and onto the floor. “okay, this?” stiles gestures with one lazily pointed finger to indicate in a whirling motion derek’s entire torso. “this is nice. this whole situation.”

“what,” says derek, stealing stiles’ toothbrush, which - ugh. why isn’t stiles more viscerally repulsed by this? it’s disgusting, it’s empirically disgusting.

“you’re pretty attractive,” stiles answers, unable to make himself angry about derek using his toothbrush. stlies snatches up and begins to use derek’s shampoo.


“very. very, very attractive. good-looking dude.”

“uh huh.”

“that’s, therein lies some of your appeal,” stiles goes on. “you look like a god.”

that gets derek’s eyebrows up. “a god?” derek’s dubious. he’s sarcastic. but there’s something rumbling in his voice, something pleased. amused, if nothing else. also, still a little sleepy.

“yes,” answers stiles seriously. “you look like poseiden.” standing there, water drumming onto his head, he looks at derek’s mouth, his chest hair. back at his eyes. “apollo.”

“apollo was kind of a dick,” derek points out, mouth full of minty foam.

“is,” says stiles, brows furrowing. “he’s immortal, derek.”

derek rolls his eyes, grabs stiles’ biceps, and switches their places so he can wash his own hair. stiles accepts this rearrangement. “anyway,” he says, grabbing his loofah - it lathers really well, all right? miss stiles with your presumed mockery - and going about scrubbing all remnants of dried come and errant egg from his body. derek can’t use the loofah because it gets all full of body hair, but stiles is less hairy in general. “i was thinking we could go to the lake today. i wanna rent a boat and try to knock you out of it.”

“good luck with that,” mutters derek, and, pleased, stiles watches him rinse his hair.

they do go to the lake, and derek dozes off on the boat for half an hour before lunch. stiles climbs on top of him (”what the fuck? get off”) and eats a hot dog there, and decides that he’s never been this happy. that he should probably aim at maintaining these life circumstances for as long as possible. maybe until he’s dead. derek chucks stiles off the boat and into the water. “uncalled for!” shouts stiles from the waves. “and on god’s day, no less!” derek watches passively from the boat deck.

I Can’t Find My Jacket!

Written for Sterek Bingo 2017 (on AO3)

Summary: Derek doesn’t know where his leather jacket went because he’s searched everywhere and it doesn’t look like he’s going to find it any time soon. Damn… he really liked that leather jacket…

Derek searched all over the loft and it seemed like his leather jacket grew a pair of legs and walked out because it straight up disappeared.

He’s been trying to find it for nearly 3 hours now and it’s almost time for him to head to out. It just had to be his favorite leather jacket that decided to go missing all of a sudden.

The werewolf sighed. It’s only in his life that they go months without another supernatural occurrence taking place in Beacon Hills only for his favorite jacket to pull a Houdini on him.

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geddylee "we are merely players, performers and portrayers"
petergabriel "he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune"
iananderson "let me make you a present of song"
davidgilmour "and no one sings me lullabies"
derekshulman "don't sing a tune to yourself"
greglake "want to be the singer, do you want to be the song"
justinhayward "i'm just a singer in a rock and roll band"
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